I used to avoid the topic whenever my husband would bring it up. “I think when we move to our new house we should try to find one with a lot of basement space, so I can finally get started on my bat cave,” he’d say. I’d laugh it off. “Haa-haa,” I’d think, “The man I married and will be living the rest of my life with is so funny, on and on about this bat cave thing. He never turns it off! Not even when I tell him to please drop it because spending thousands and thousands of dollars collecting weird Batman memorabilia and building a bat cave that spans the entire extra-large basement we HAD to find is not a reasonable goal for just about anyone, let alone a couple with two children– hah, anyway, what am I going on about? My husband is a real laugh.” After months of pressing, though, I realized that he wasn’t going to let it drop. Years later and here we are, with a basement full of Batman garbage, including a bat suit that was used in some of the Dark Knight movies. How much did we spend on that? How often has my husband tried to fit into it? Ugh, I don’t even want to know. I’ve started letting people know we have a basement, though, when I give tours of the house, and whenever my husband’s out of town on business I sneak down and watch non-Batman movies in the home theater. So. It’s all right. I guess you can say I’m used to it.
The fact that the hands on the clock are frozen at the time of Bruce Wanye’s parents’ murder is probably my favorite part. Hahahahhahahahahaha. Just kidding. I married a lunatic, but he’s happy and the rest of the house is nice, so I guess whatever. As long as he pays the mortgage. (Via Uproxx.)