so given the way comic book characters don’t age in real time, in like 30 years we’re going to have a Bruce Wayne who was presumably a kid during the height of thr Pokemon Go craze. like it won’t even be a joke the way comically serious adult Bruce interacting with Pokemon Go would be, it will just be a logical assumption to make. whoever’s writing Bats in like 2046 is probably going to say he was distracted by a Zubat while his parents were getting shot or something.
One night while playing Pokemon Go, wondering what will strike terror into criminals, he encounters a Zubat…and that is what inspires him to become…
“Sooo… we’ve been trapped in here by ghosts,” Flash asked for confirmation.
Superman sighed. “Eyup.” He crossed his arms over his chest. Magic and ghosts. Electric ghosts and he’d be triple useless.
“Frouffy dance ghosts,” Green Lantern added, also for confirmation.
“Ballerinas,” Wonder Woman corrected, watching the figures.
“How long will we have to watch this, exactly?” asked Black Canary.
“From the look of things?” Zatanna said. “Pretty much forever.” She nudged a desiccated corpse sitting in the audience with her foot, wrinkled her nose and stuck out her tongue.
“They’re stuck,” Batman said. They turned to look at him, standing in the darkest shadow of an already dark theater. “They get to where Siegfried is supposed to come in, and then they reset to the beginning of Act Four.”
“How do you know these things?” Flash asked.
“Knowing things is kind of his whole deal,” Black Canary pointed out.
“So what do we do?” Green Lantern asked. “Look for the missing guy?”
“We can’t leave the theater,” Zatanna reminded him.
Green Lantern shrugged. “Maybe he’s under the floorboards.”
“The ghost,” Black Canary repeated. “Maybe the ghost is under the floorboards?”
“I meant the body, obviously.”
“I think if the body were under the floorboards, the ghost would be in here with the rest of them,” Zatanna said apologetically. “Ghost rules.”
“I’m not convinced ghosts actually have rules,” Superman said, watching the dancers go back to their starting positions. “That’s just what they want us to think.”
“I don’t hear anyone else coming up with any ideas,” Green Lantern said.
“I’m not even sure why we brought you,” Flash said. “You can’t punch a ghost. It doesn’t matter how big and green your fist is.”
“You’re one to talk,” Green Lantern shot back. “What are you going to do? Run in circles real fast and disorient the ghosts?”
“I am here for morale,” Flash explained, “because unlike some people, I am a joy to be around.”
“It’s true,” Zatanna agreed. “He’s delightful.”
“Thank you, Zee,” Flash said, putting a flat hand near his mouth and then bringing it forward, ending the gesture with both hands curled into a little heart. She responded predictably: with fingerguns and a wink.
“Could you try being less cute for a minute?” Black Canary suggested.
“I’ve tried,” Zatanna said, “but the effort only makes me cuter.”
“Can’t you throw some magic at this?” Green Lantern asked. “Ghosts are a magic sort of a thing.”
“Oh, man, why didn’t I think of that?” Zatanna asked, no less perky and only probably sarcastic. She turned around to face the stage, and cupped her hands around her mouth. “ｋｃｕＦ ｆｆｏ!” she called toward the apparitions.
Nothing happened.
Zatanna turned back around, hands on her hips. “Well, I’m spent.”
in superman adventures #19, there’s a villain named multi-face who can convincingly disguise himself as anyone, even tricking dna tests and x-ray vision. Superman initially can’t stop him
and the only reason he gets caught is because multiface decides to disguise himself as, of all people, CLARK KENT i’m screaming
¯_(ツ)_/¯ 
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