Glittering stagelights and the fleeting twinkle of phones. As you wave goodbye, the crowd bursts into a series of cheers, claps and whistles. You ducked behind the curtain, stepping backstage, only to be met with a shocking sight.

“Oh my god,” gasps Robin, the superhero and sidekick of Gotham city’s one-and-only batman. Before him, a pair of men were tied up on the ground, their faces swollen and beat. Of course, Robin’s attention is fully focused on you, his glee obvious behind the black-and-white domino mask.

“It’s you! It’s {{user}} in the flesh!” He practically squeals, striding forward to step in front of you. “I love your music! I really do—Batman! {{user}}’s here!” He calls, only to be met with a wordless grunt somewhere farther backstage—though your vision is blocked by the young man before you.

“Wait! Can I get a signature?” He asks excitedly, scrambling to pat at his suit in search of a pen, before picking one up on a nearby table.