"Bruce, what are you doing?"
"I've got to save this poor individual trapped beneath a barrage of falling pillows, Selena!"
"Bruce, that's a doll with striped socks. No one is in any danger whatsoever."
"Oh, I see! Well, perhaps I'll just check to see if ....."
"The Bat Signal is on? It hasn't been on in years! And why that ridiculous nautical headgear?"
"The mask isn't for you. It's for those you love."
"Oh, Selena, this is terrible!" said her neighbor Sarah. "What happened?"
"He's been this way ever since he turned 55, the Joker beat him in thumb wrestling, and Bane finally succeeded in blowing up Gotham City."
"Can anything be done for him?"
"Don't worry; Superman is coming over to play checkers. That always perks him up."
I doubt anyone could help but wonder how a superhero like Batman, someone who is used to contending with arch villains and routinely saving the planet, manages to make the transition to contending with bird poop on his favorite park bench and routinely saving string. This is the theme of my post today in response to the picture prompt above for this week's Friday Fictioneers.
Look, up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane, it's the other Friday Fictioneers flying high with their own interpretations of the same prompt. No telling where they'll land, so do yourself a favor and ride along by clicking above.
It's good that Batman and Superman will at least have each other to reminisce about old times together with. Not to mention a stimulating talk or two about prune juice.