The Second Joke Robin. [LOCKED to allllll the Bats.] {And forward-dated to Saturday eve.}
[The rusty creak of iron. Shuffling, of light feet against metal floor.
And then... a jaunty, perky whistle. "Hush Little Baby," if you must know - but with a jazz spin. It stops quite abruptly - and then there's that familiar, leering voice.]
Oh!
Why, hello there.
[He almost sounds pleasant. Mr. Rogers in Halloween Town.]
And how are all our viewers in the audience today? I do hope you've had a good rest-- [Suddenly lower, uglier, a sneer] -- it's the last you'll get for awhile.
[Silence.]
Awww. [Pouting!] No smart remarks, no witty banter? Why, that's not very Robin-like.
Nothing to say to the folks?
[Suddenly: girlyboywonder 's voice, piping up from farther off.] "Sorry, boss. My fault."
Tut, tut, tut! [Getting louder.] No pathos. No drama. [Louder yet: he's speaking straight into the book.] The real Robin was so much more fun.
[SNAP!]
((That's all, folks! Now Carrie and Uncle J are going to have some quality time. But feel free to sign the guestbook~! Maybe he'll get back to you later.))
And then... a jaunty, perky whistle. "Hush Little Baby," if you must know - but with a jazz spin. It stops quite abruptly - and then there's that familiar, leering voice.]
Oh!
Why, hello there.
[He almost sounds pleasant. Mr. Rogers in Halloween Town.]
And how are all our viewers in the audience today? I do hope you've had a good rest-- [Suddenly lower, uglier, a sneer] -- it's the last you'll get for awhile.
[Silence.]
Awww. [Pouting!] No smart remarks, no witty banter? Why, that's not very Robin-like.
Nothing to say to the folks?
[Suddenly: girlyboywonder 's voice, piping up from farther off.] "Sorry, boss. My fault."
Tut, tut, tut! [Getting louder.] No pathos. No drama. [Louder yet: he's speaking straight into the book.] The real Robin was so much more fun.
[SNAP!]
((That's all, folks! Now Carrie and Uncle J are going to have some quality time. But feel free to sign the guestbook~! Maybe he'll get back to you later.))