in my dream last night
batman was attacked late at night by a man claiming to be the real bruce wayne.
they tussled while alfred and a cop who works with batman regularly and knows him in person watched with guns drawn, not sure which was the real bruce.
the men fought angrily and then suddenly the second bruce turned around and farted loudly on the first one, so hard that a fart cloud was visible in the dim light.
“that’s him,” said the cop proudly.
the imposter batman tore his mask off. “seriously? what the fuck?”
“every night for the last twenty years,” alfred said with an american accent, gun trained on the fake batman, “he’s fuckin ripped one.”
“only the real bruce would do that,” the cop agreed.