Caped Crusader, my eye. If anything even remotely wasn't going his way, Batman started acting like a big crybaby. Like, say, if he took a misstep and fell down, or pooped his pants, or even got a little bit hungry. This weird guy (in a towel) kept trying to pick Batman up and console him, but I think Batman preferred his female companion who had all the cookies and juices and cut-up melon cubes that Batman seemed to really like.