Marsha: "Oh Batman, I guess not so surprising that you are here. It looks like your little pet has become mine."
Batman: "Undo your twisted magic and let Robin go!"
Marsha: "Batman, I'm afraid Robin will have to stay this way. He has taken to me so nicely. I couldn't think of parting with him. Unless another pet can help soothe my parting with him."
Batman: "You must be kidding..."
Marsha: "I am not. So what will it be? Take up arms and risk Robin's fate, or be my cuddle muffin and wittle Wobin goes free?"