If it’s a boy, buy him a completely authentic little Batman costume. If it’s a girl, buy her a completely authentic little Batman costume.
The desire to be Batman is non-gender-specific.
The more I see of the inner workings of the Enterprise, the more I’m convinced it runs on rainbows and the spirit of adventure.
I mean, like, are those kidney beans glued to expired library cards? Is that a kazoo coming out of half a pinball machine? Is that a pile of unconnected silly string on top of a broken Fender Super Champ? (Yes, and everything is beautiful.)