Masters of The Rod-9 Pavlovs Dogs There was no day or night here. Batman felt like some sort of syn rat experiment. Hooded guards were everywhere and all of them appeared to be body builders or athletes. They moved with expressionless as they hurried their captive throuss cold efficiency, a strange program of workouts and testing. They always wanted to keep Batman naked and hard. During brief periods of awareness he felt like a prized dos that was beinssroomed for show.