Last night I dreamt that I was Batman. I had a very classic Batman-style adventure, complete with giant robot sharks. The climactic scene was on the top of a tower, where a few dudes were menacing me with guns and demanding that I help them rob Bruce Wayne for millions of dollars.
“Lol, no,” I said.
“Maybe you think nothing of yourself, but what of your little friend here?!” Elevator doors opened. Robin waved at me. I waved back.
“What about him?” I asked.
“If you don’t cooperate, he’s gonna get it.”
“‘It’?”
“Yeah! Robbie here has the flu! Make one wrong move and he’ll cough on the Boy Wonder, and then you’ll be sorry!”
I immediately woke up, cackling.