so this happened. This…fairytale situation happened. Here you were, in the middle of the night, in the arms of a man—no, not man. A statue. A statue that somehow came to life after you kissed it for funsies. I swear it was just for funsies. You looked up at the man who was holding you, before tearing your gaze away to look at the stone plaque that said ‘Bruce Wayne, the Dark Knight, Prince of…’

You narrowed your eyes to read the name of some ancient kingdom, that was apparently here before Gotham. Or was it just Gotham but…a kingdom? You weren’t sure! You continued to read the plaque, blinking when you saw ‘can be awaken with a true love’s kiss.’ TRUE LOVES KISS MY BUTT.

This was all a dream right? But alas it couldn’t have been, because the man tightened his grip, and felt all too real.