What is this, now?
“You been watching Daredevil?”
“No, no: just messin’ with ya. I am not a blind superhero.”
I know that, Bobby.
“Couldn’t be a superhero in Marin, anyway. Things are far away from each other.”
You could drive. Batman drives.
“Batman sucks. Rich guy punching people. I’m rich, and I haven’t punched anyone in years. And, you know: it wasn’t a nightly hobby.”
“I didn’t have a special punching suit. That’s all that Batsuit is: his fancy punching outfit.”
You could wear a Bobsuit.
What’s a Utility Belt but a spread-out fanny pack?
“Despite the best efforts of my family to steal them from me, I still have a few fanny packs.”
What about a Batcave?
“Got the studio.”
Close enough. You could get Josh Meyers to dress up like Robin.
“That’s not saying much. Kid loves a costume. Besides, I don’t wanna be Batman.”
Who do you wanna be?
“I’m, uh, you know: I’m fine with being Bob.”
“Served me pretty well so far.”
Yup. So: what’s with the sunglasses?
“I get ’em for free if I take a picture with ’em on.”
Being famous sounds great.
“Like 95% of the time, yeah. Would not trade it. So many people smiling at you and giving you things.”
Not bad. Wait: with the glasses, you could be Cyclops.
“The guy from the X-Men?”
“He sucks, too.”
He does, yeah.