Batmanian Rhapsody

by BEJR

Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Ficlets written in response to lyrics from "Bohemian Rhapsody" by Queen. Could range from humor to hurt/comfort - anywhere the wind blows and the muses take me. This ficlet: Alfred polishes Shakespeare.

4. I'm just a poor boy

I'm just a poor boy, I need no sympathy

Tim, for his part, at least waited until they were back in the cave to burst into guffaws. At Alfred's dry, "I believe ice cream is meant to be ingested, sir, not worn," Bruce gathered his cape and his dignity around him and marched stiffly from the cave.

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A/N: It's still Friday! I made it in time. Thanks for the great reviews! Some of them weren't linked so I couldn't respond in person, but thank you (you know who you are) for taking the time to review my story. It really means a lot to me.