Batman and Robin were lying in bed together smoking a cigarette. They hadn't done anything sexual. They didn't swing that way. Not that there is anything wrong with that. They had only been cuddling.

A ring tone rang out. "Bat out of Hell." What else?
"Holy technological upgrade Batman! Is that the Bat Phone?" Robin inquired.
"No just my iPhone."
"But you glued little black wings on it like you did with your dildos. Right?"
"Robin! Have you been looking in my drawers?"
Robin winked and said "Nice drawers they are too."
"You need to get your own place."

Tired of the ringing, Batman turns his attention to the phone. "Its the Batman here. State your business." he rumbles.
"Stay calm commissioner."
"Who did you say has come to Gotham to spread mayhem and 18 year old amateur screenplays?"
"The most diabolical foe of them all, known for excessive and constant questionable use of exclamation marks?"
"The Punctuator!!!!"