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“This is an alternate universe where Bruce Wayne died instead of his parents. Causing His father Thomas Wayne to become Batman and his mother Martha to go insane and become the Joker. “
WAIT WHAT GO BACK WHAT YES
So I was helping my mom the other day to take some stuff to the local flea market to sell it away, and as I was piling the stuff onto our table there at the market, I found some old toys that were going up for sale. I started putting them on the shelves until I found a bag, inside which were an old Batman and Robin figure (Robin is wearing his black-and-red-costume). I couldn’t help but practically yell “we have a ROBIN?!” and as soon as those words had escaped my lips, a man standing near our table turned around like somebody had called him. His eyes locked onto the Robin immediately, and I just knew that that Robin no longer belonged to me or to our family, that man had claimed the figure just by looking at it so intensively.
So I put the figure onto the shelf and said soft goodbyes to it inside my head. After all, it was just a small figure, not of any great value, but I felt still a bit wistful.
I start packing some old books onto the shelf and I can just see this man walk slowly towards our table, basically still eyeing the Robin. He comes to our table, stands in front of the toys and just looks. Then, slowly, he reaches out his hand and carefully takes the Robin into his hand. I had to stop what I was doing because it felt like I was watching a scene from a movie.
The man’s wife comes over after a while and before the wife can say anything, the man asks “Do you think he will like it?” (referring to their kid I assumed.)
The wife just smiles and says something of agreeing nature, and continues exploring the other tables.
The man walks after her, but he is still holding the figure in his hand. He can’t just put it in the basket, nor can he rip his eyes off of it.
I just started to smile real wide, and when my mum asked what I was chuckling about, I said “If that man’s son didn’t like Batman and Robin before… Well he’s about to.”
And that tiny moment just made me so happy, because I imagined a whole story of how this man had been a huge Batman fan as a little boy and flied around in a Robin costume and dreamed of driving the Batmobile and kicking the bad guys’ butts, and now that he has own kids he wants to pass that on to them. And I just knew the toy got a good new home, perhaps the best.
And I don’t know, I just get ridiculously happy over things like these because they are the little rays of light in the middle of the week.
“Remember what I told you outside the orphanage? Gotham has two sides, good and bad. Pick one, before it picks you. Guess what I picked? Haha! Can you-“
“I remember who you used to be, before you became this psychopath.”
“Ha! Who I used to be? People like me cling on to madness, and madness clings right back. We’re made for each other. Back then I wore a mask, like you do now! This however is my true face. Do you like my true face, little brother?” (X)
WHAT IS THIS WHAT WHAT I DIDN’T KNOW I WANTED THIS UNTIL NOW.