>be 7
>saved up allowance and earned money from my dad and my grandparents to take my mom to lunch for her birthday
>7 year old me thinks the mall is awesome so OF COURSE mall food is also awesome, so that’s how we gonna roll 
>it’s my mom’s birthday, so of course she can sit while I get our food because I am determined this will rock
>come back gripping the tray hard, OH MAN, almost ther—
>big fat fuck barrels into me, tray goes flying everywhere. He shoves at me at starts to run off.
>blacked gloved hand grips his shoulder and says “Excuse me.”
>IT’S FUCKING BATMAN
>YEAH BATMAN
>HOLY FUCK CAN YOU COMPREHEND THAT THIS IS BATMAN? I DON’T THINK YOU CAN. FUCKING BATMAN.
>Batman makes the kid apologize, then helps me clean up the mess. I tell Batman it’s my mom’s birthday and everything is ruined. 
>Batman says, “I think Bruce Wayne can help us out here.” And Batman buys my mom and my lunch.
>BATMAN EATS LUNCH WITH US LIFE CAN GET NO BETTER 
>He tells me I’m a great kid for showing my mother a nice day, parents are heros, sweeps his cape back and walks into the sunse— florescent lit walkway
>HOLY FUCK BATMAN 

Years later I found out there was a promo event for a Batman movie, but that doesn’t diminish my brolove for the man that made kid me’s year.