Mar 01, 2008 13:51
I've been having Batman dreams for a few months, now--probably since the trailer came out in December--and last night I had the most intense dream to date. This time, for the first time, I was Batman, and I had tracked the Joker down to the apartment he lived in, which had a piano in the corner of the front room, next to two windows overlooking a neon lit bazaar across the street, and the piano doubled as the coffee table on which the Joker put all his mail.
When I entered the apartment, he was getting high with two of his goon buddies, and they both came after me and I got a little roughed up because even though I'm Batman, it was still me versus two goons, and it was tricky, but I finally subdued them. Then I walked into the front room and the Joker was playing the piano and I picked up a fillet knife, ready for the fight.
At this point, it got weird, because that's when I noticed that this was Heath Ledger's Joker, and the first time I'd dreamt about Batman vs. the Joker since Heath Ledger died. So that was weird, and gave me a second's pause, and then Heath Ledger dove across the piano and tackled me with a santoku knife in hand, and we were cutting the shit out of each other, but we weren't getting any closer to the end of the fight.
Then the two goons came to and made to attack when the two of my buddies who came to help--Joey and Lauren, my Robin and Batgirl--distracted them with pepper-spray, and I dragged the fight into the bathroom and then pulled Heath Ledger through the window, where we both fell three floors and landed hard on a cafe table on the sidewalk below. Heath Ledger was still with it--a little--so I lifted his face by his hair and pounded my fist into his face like twenty times, finally knocking him out. Joey and Lauren spun out the black Suburban from where it was parked in the alleyway, and I flung the limp Heath Leadger into the trunk of the truck and we made our way into the heart of Gotham City so I could drop him at the steps of the police department.
On the car ride into downtown I began to feel bad about it. Bad about the fact that I'd just almost killed the last of Heath Ledger. That I was stronger than his final character. That his legacy would be as a murdering asshole dressed up like a clown. That his legacy was steeped in defeat, at the hands of a grown man dressed as a bat.
I felt real bad about it--sitting in the back of the Suburban, with the seats folded down--that the end of the movie was coming, finally, and these last few minutes before I turned him over to the law would be his last moments alive--but he was unconscious, and couldn't just sit back and enjoy the ride.
heath ledger,
waking life,
batman