One woman walking with power,
No longer a lady dour
in black, Shaila and Abaya now billow
behind Batgirl and her cowl
careering along the corniche, but
caped crusader she is not.
Forced help lagging behind, scurrying,
Red and yellow sari scooped up,
Eight steps running, three waddling,
Robin resigned to her fate, secretly swigging
the more dynamic of the duo’s
isotonic drink.