[Western Crossover] The Talking Raven

I'm a talking crow, and I own a huge garden in Gotham!

I watch the busy streets of Gotham as the bat-powered vigilantes fly through its streets and alleys.

I look after my garden, and the Bats look after Gotham.

"Good heavens! It's pecking my butt!" The blue-and-black vigilante suffers at my hands.

"Get out of my garden!" I flap my wings in a rage. They've made a complete mess of it!

"That sounds awfully familiar," the vigilante in the red helmet mutters.

"Aaaah! You too! Stop stepping on it, stop stepping on it! Can't you fly? Get your feet out of my garden!"

I'm a crow. One ordinary night, I pecked the Bat family's little brats until they were running around in a panic.

Their patriarch tries to rescue them. "Nero, they're just kids. You..."

"Kids? They won't even call me Uncle Nero!"

Premise: Companionship is the most romantic confession of love.