Marsha: "Oh, very good Batman! I told you that you'd enjoy your new role as my pet. So much simpler. And what does a good boy get? Another treat!"
Batman (to himself): Blast her magic! I can't resist the instincts when she tosses a bone. I'm compelled to chase it. Did she say treat? No...no...
"Woof woof! Woof woof!" (Batman begins jumping up on her owner)
Marsha: "Now, now, Batman. Sit. Sit. Good boy!"