Without hesitation, you pick the car that is right for you. The one and only choice, the car you were born to drive: The Original Batmobile! This car's got it all, cockpit seats, big fins on the side, and so many bat-gadgets it'll take years to figure them all out!

You hop in and eagerly start the engine, zooming out of the lot like you're about to stop another of the Riddler's dastardly schemes and every minute counts. Before you know it, you're on the freeway, singing "Na na na na na na na na...BATMAN!" and nodding your head to every car you pass as they look on in awe. You are the King of Cool, and you know it.

A short while later however, you catch a glimpse of blue lights flashing in your rear-view. You check out the speedometer and realize that you're gunning it at 90 miles per hour. "Woop, guess I got a little too excited about being Batman," you think to yourself, as the cop pulls into the lane right behind you and begins shouting for you to pull over.

Staring into the rearview, a smirk slowly creeps across your face as you think "I'm Batman!" and decide that if there was ever a car in which you could lose a cop, this is it! "Let's see what THIS button does!" you say excitedly, pressing a big red button on the dash, expecting maybe an oil slick to squirt out the back or hoverjets to lift you into the air.

Instead you suddenly feel a strange sensation on your ass, like you just sat on a flashlight.

Disturbed by this increasing sense of discomfort, you sneer under your breath "Looks like you've won this time, copper," and pull off to the side of the road.

The cop walks up with a satisfied grin on his face and says "Holy speed demon, Batman! Do you know how fast you were going?" He's still laughing at his own stupid joke as you fish out your license and wonder what to tell him about the registration.

About this time there's a strange thumping sound coming from the trunk. The officer's eyes go as wide as your own as you both turn to look toward the back of the car. The cop takes out his gun and demands that you get out and open the trunk for him. Gulping with dread, you get out and walk around to the back of the car, your hands shaking as you slide the key into the hole. With that, the trunk pops open and you see a little boy dressed in a Robin costume tied up and gagged, tears of fear streaming down his face.

"Officer, I didn't--" you try to say as the cop slams you into the side of the car. The handcuffs are on you before you know it. "I'm sick of you fetishists and your little games! Save it for the jury, pal!" Too shocked to speak, you find yourself shoved into the back of the patrol car and being hauled back to the station. Looks like your treasure hunt is finished!

START OVER, BAT-CHUMP!!