In comics, DC Comics in particular, characters love to screw with each other on special occasions. Probably the most oft-targeted victim of this was the late Ralph Dibney, who was often presented with a pre-fab mystery engineered by loyal wife Sue on his birthday. He rarely put the two together, which was unusual for someone who was recognized as an actual detective. I'm pretty sure this had something to do with why they never had children.
And so, we have World's Finest #173:
Hmmmmmm.... I would be happy with a nice edible treat. You know, like a nice ham or something.
Too pleasant? It is when the gift-giver is Batman:
Yeah, rather than give your friend something nice they might actually enjoy, stress them out for a while. Thanks a load, Bruce. Was Hallmark closed or something?
And why is Batman shopping in costume, anyway? That's just asking for an unproductive afternoon.
I guess the relief that comes from realizing you've just been punked is the gift itself:
Of course, I'd be "de-friending" Bruce off my social network sites at that point, but Clark has the good sense to realize he's dreadfully dull and probably shouldn't burn any bridges.
Now, does anyone think for one second that Bruce didn't make Alfred bake the cake and then take all the credit? And why is that cake so freakin' huge? Is there a chick inside? Is it Lois? Because I'm not sticking around if it's Lois.
Anyway. Don't set me up for stressful experiences as a way of celebrating special occasions. It won't end with a cake, I'll tell you that right now.
See you tomorrow!