Batman

As a child we used to play Batman. But there was only one Batman. His name was Jessie. The rest of us were interchangable. We would be The Green Lantern one day and maybe Superman on another day. But Jessie was always Batman.

One day the game was getting out of hand. Kids were smashing the boundaries all over the place. Superman was refusing to weaken in the presence of kryptonite and The Flash was flying. That day, Jessie fired the lot of us. We had a batcave in the cellar of a burned out house and Jessie threw us all out for insubordination. For my part, I was Superman that day and even in the presence of kryptonite, I could see clear across the Atlantic Ocean. I used my power to forge a lead shield and I would wrap the kryptonite in lead to render it's lethal rays harmless. This was the last straw for Jessie. He not only called me stupid but said that none of us were fit for the Justice League of America. He demanded that we all leave the Batcave. He even threw Robin out.

The next day we were rolling panrollers down from the pit to make carts. We were rolling them past Jessie's place. He seemed to still be mad because he didn't come out to help us make our way with the stolen goods. Instead, he ran by us with his bratice cape, waving a stick in his hand and making the Batman music sound. He was still playing Batman. We noticed and so did the adults, that it took quite some time for Jessie to grow past the Batman game. I suspected that even when he did, he just learned not to make such an outlandish display of it.

Years later my brother and I happened by a policeman as he pulled over a motorist. My brother sized the policeman up as he sprang into action. My brother said to me, "See that guy, he thinks he's a cop".