I blame my daughter's Disney Channel fixation for this one

Aug 27, 2011 18:08

Batman entered the hospital's waiting room, Clark one step behind him, taking stock. Miss Stewart's father was pacing back and forth. Height 6' 2", musculature indicates lack of regular exercise, dark brown hair with strong indications of heavy use of hair care products that will likely result in premature hair loss before age fifty, he noted to himself.

"Are they gonna be alright?" Robbie demanded, turning towards them.

"Don't worry, Mr. Stewart," Batman said. "The doctors managed to get the antidote to the Joker's laughing gas to your son and your daughter's bodyguard in time. They should make a full recovery."

"What about Miley?"

"The Joker didn't just kidnap her at random. He's got something planned. Given your daughter's background that's likely going to involve taking over Gotham's airwaves for a concert, which narrows down the search pattern considerably."

"Damn. Ya gotta her back from that white-faced freak. If he hurts her..."

Superman laid a hand on Robbie's shoulder. "We'll get her back. I promise Mr. Stewart."

"I just don't understand how he could'a found her. We made up that disguise for her so Miley could have a normal life. Nobody saw through it before."

Batman glanced once at Clark, who went stonefaced as he said, "You might want to reconsider it. Changing one's hairstyle slightly isn't much of a secret identity."

television, the goddamn batman, disney

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