FAN-MADE POST .

Robin, who liked taking risks, now has advertisement outlets in different parts of the country. Of course, that means a lot of ad ventures for him. (Oops! That was purely unintentional.)

    Well, at this time of the year, the economy was in depression but Robin couldn't quite figure out why it was sad. But it needed to cheer itself up quick, and sit upright. Things have stopped going smoothly. His clients now bump on something on their way to his office, and they all turn back, not wanting to do business with him anymore. He was definitely going to liquidate soon, and with the morbid fear he had for water, he hoped he'd turn into Orijin, his new favorite brand of alcohol.

    On this faithful day, Robin, who was an atheist started believing in God. He saw a post on Facebook, it was proof of the existence of the devil, which subsequently served as proof of the existence of God. But then again, the day was a faithful day. He looked up as someone entered his office without bumping into anything. Then the person walked up to his desk and brought down Robin's chin. He introduced himself as Genghis.

    "Hello, Mr Genghis. I'm Robin. What Khan I do for you?"

    "I expect you'd have a little courtesy."

    "Jeez! Man, Kent you take a little joke?"

    "No jokes today, please." Said Genghis. "Our elders once said, 'when the eyes are red, don't put your Robb in.'

    "Wow! That was so...."

    "Anyway," Genghis continued, "I'm here with a business proposal."

    They sat in that area, talked about the proposal at length. Then in order to get their breadth, they cross multiplied. Although, that wasn't really their intention. They were only going to experiment with each other's wife, but the women got pregnant.

    And this was when the problem started.

    Actually, Genghis, who had produced a latex with polyethylene, had come to Robin with a marketing strategy for it. Now that it had failed, he needed all evidences of its failure erased. Thus, he stole Robin's copy of the contract and refused him any other payment. Robin was outraged! He headed straight to the courts, but then realised he didn't play tennis so he turned back. Then it occurred to him that if he wanted the matter in real legal courts, he would need a lawsuit. So he picked up the phone and called his lawyer's fashion designer. The first hearing occurred in Ikeja, Lagos, Nigeria, although it baffled him that everybody in that area were once deaf.

    As the case proceeded, no one would believe there was any contractual agreement between Robin and Genghis. He had nothing to prove it. Then he remembered a back up was lying in a Bank's vault in Switzerland. It could tell whatever lie there, but it had to come say the truth here.

    Genghis, who was quite visionary, had seen Robin's next move. He requested for an Injuction which barred Robin from leaving the country. Everyone was left in dismay with the court's judgement.

    "Although you're the claimant," said the judge, "everyone knows you'll always be Robin. Therefore, you have been barred from the airports, because you're a plaintiff."

    Of course, the judge wasn't making any allusion to the fact that he would always be robbing, and as a result, was a plain thief, he just didn't want any plane stolen.

    Robin decided he had no option left but to break into Genghis' apartment. He'd hate to do this, really, because he was the good guy here, but he had been left with no other choice. In order to avoid being detected, he needed a change of costume, so he went to a sports shop and asked for a Man United jersey. It's very possible he got Blind recently too. Or he probably chose the club because he was also unable to go to Europe. That's beyond the scope of the writer's knowledge.

    The attendant came at this point and asked if he had any number in mind. Ordinarily, he should have chosen Rooney, who at the time, was United's captain, but he picked number 20 instead. That was an awful thing to do. It was sure to Bruce Wayne's ego.

    Anyway, the day came and he dressed up like the Man United player he'd chosen, with a  mask that complimented the short. Anyone would have done that really. The short was really cute. When he got to Genghis' apartment, access wasn't a problem for him. Because that wasn't his bank. As he searched helplessly in the drawers for the documents, a voice suddenly bellowed behind him:

    "Hey fella!"

Robin turned towards the voice but couldn't see it. He searched and searched and searched, and then realised that oh, voice was an inanimate object. Then, he concentrated a little bit further and saw that Genghis had been standing before him, a revolver in his hand.

    "What are you doing with the world map?" Robin almost asked. But he refrained. He was on a damn robbery operation after all. Then he panicked for a brief moment, wondering if he had been recognised with the mask on.

     "You don't just barge into my apartment," said Genghis, "dressed like goddamn Van Persie, and try to cart away my belongings. Who the hell do you think you are Robin?"

(The question has three different interpretations, whichever you see is exactly what Genghis meant. Cheers!)