I am Batman

my assistant Robin and I, were just walking through town the other day. Of course, not in our disguises, but as our normal selves. Of course, I will not give you our real identities, cause that could be disastrous to both of myselves...if you see what I mean. Anyway, we were walking through town and Robin all of the sudden wanted to go eat some Danish Pastries. We then went to Costco to buy some, but when we took a bite into them, they tasted nothing like REAL Danish pastries, so we went up to the cashier and told him, threw them in his face, and walked away. So you see, the real meaning of this story is that if people really knew our real identities, they wouldn't like us that much. They'd think us very mean indeed.