Batman's Antique Store

   Last night I dreamed I was helping out Batman at his two story antique store. Alfred agreed to watch it while Batman, me and my brother agreed to help Batman go kick some villain ass. We were about to depart, in the Batmobile, which rose out of the floor of the bottom story of the Antique Store, when an enormous mob of Antiquers showed up.
   Batman froze, unsure of what to do.
   I told him, "I'll meet you outside" then hopped out of the Batmobile and informed the group of people eager to see antiques, that "All the best and oldest stuff is upstairs!" The little old ladies quickly clawed their way upstairs, and Batman left with my brother in the Batmobile (which was a brownish black Corvette btw).
  I called to Alfred, "Sorry Alfred" and went outside, where I found an empty street at night.
  Finally after some waiting the Batmocorvette pulled up and I hopped inside (it had 4 doors, lol) and I found my brother was driving it from the passenger seat. He informed me we were to meet Batman somewhere, since he had some "business to attend to." So, we drove around, daylight eventually came, and we found ourselves in the city park, where the Batmocorvette proceeded to shrink into a cake pan with wheels and then fall apart completely.
   In the park, I noted the dozens of very large aligators that floated down the river, and said "That can't be a good sign."
   "It's only bad if they're crocodiles," my brother informed me.
   We then began to pick up the pieces of the BatmoCakepan and head out of the park.
   "Batman's going to kill us, we turned his car into a cake pan. Where were we supposed to meet him anyway?" I said, looking for the tiny wheels in the grass.
   "I don't know, he didn't say."

Then I woke up, because the phone rang.