My dreams are usually vague, fuzzy and incredibly disjointed. But the epic saga from last night as I write this was crystal clear and left me somewhat shaken – and fearing for Gotham.
Batman (the Christian Bale Batman) was being forced to retire. Mind you, he seemed to be in perfectly good shape, still young and strong, and I have no idea why he had to go. He was, though, being allowed input on his replacement.
Loyal Alfred (the Michael Caine Alfred, whom I will always see as Scrooge in “The Muppet Christmas Carol”) had come up with the perfect replacement. Batman, though, was adamantly opposed to the idea. He was not even willing to give his replacement a chance.
The replacement Alfred had settled on was Greg from “The Brady Bunch.” There he was, sitting nearby in a La-Z-Boy recliner, wearing a checkered shirt, smiling that iconic smile, curly hair waving as he nodded his head. I cannot get over the contradistinction of the Dark Knight, brooding angrily, while Greg Brady grinned at him, ready to take his job.
I can only imagine, had I been able to sleep longer, the hilarity that would have ensued in Gotham: