"Holy wow, Batman! That's unreal!"
"No, Robin, that's quite real. It's Psychotria elata, also known as Hooker's Lips, or Hot Lips."
"I wonder if Poison Ivy would look good in that shade? Is it toxic, like her kiss?"
"Like when I burp, and I vomit a little in my mouth?"
"Thank you for that visceral image, Robin. ...That turns out to be a further blossoming, of new leaves."
"Holy Hot Lips, Batman. I just Googled it and found more photos on Amusing Planet."
"And I just Googled images of Poison Ivy, but 1) they are copyrighted and 2) she's way too sexy for you, Robin."
"Yes, Robin, but that doesn't make her psycho."
a poem with you and the Scarecrow in it, from when you were in Batman: The Animated Series."
"Ah, yes, Robin. Those were the years when her son's constant attire was his Batman jammies, which came with a little cape, Velcroed on at the shoulders. And cowboy boots, finally procured at Sears. The closest thing she could find to Batman boots. Where exactly is this poem?"
"In the Unreal issue of Poemeleon. It's called 'Real Life (in Nervous Font).' There are dirigibles in it, Batman, and a numerical code."
"Hmm, maybe she is psycho."
"And somebody named Samarra Samarra."
"As in 'An Appointment in Samarra'?"
"I don't know, Batman. I'll Google it."
"Just a minute, Robin. Is that a Sicilian cannolo lightly sprinkled with confectioner's sugar, with ricotta filling and dark chocolate squares, generously provided by Paolo Piscolla?"
"Holy bat*&^%, Batman! An appointment in Samarra is an appointment with death, and/or cosmic irony. Or it might be a date with a dog in central Illinois."
"Good to know, Robin, good to know."