In it, I was Batman. I was also female, but I was Batman. Not Batwoman, Batgirl, Batchick, not She-Bat or Batrude Stein, just...Batman. And female. This is important.
I had managed to corner the Joker in an apartment complex, with a couple of random people in it, and just at the critical moment when I was about to beat the hell out've the Joker* he dosed me with some kind of aphrodisiac and the dream took a Decidedly Different Turn.
Then they sent in the SWAT team, since I hadn't come out in a reasonable amount of time. (I WAS BUSY, OKAY?)
This was a problem, since I now had to get the innocent bystanders AND the Joker out of the complex, while not killing (or letting him kill) any of the SWAT team, a situation made notably worse by the fact that somebody in the building was wearing something called Weave Boots, which changed the fabric of reality every time they took a step.**
Still, I'm Batman, damnit. I have grappling hooks and GPS doohickeys. I got the bystanders hidden and the Joker and I escaped through the wall of glass (there is always a wall of glass, so that it may shatter dramatically.)
Then we wandered around Chinatown for awhile, holding hands and getting pork buns from street vendors. "Isn't somebody going to notice Batman and the Joker making out on a street corner?" I asked.
"They'll assume we're cosplayers," said the Joker, who apparently had a grasp of metafiction that I lacked.
And then we wound up at the police station, and I kissed him passionately and slapped handcuffs on him and turned him in. Because I'm Batman, damnit.
He didn't seem surprised.
The only possible thing I can derive from this is that if I don't read fan-fic, my subconscious apparently starts to create its own. Which is a terrifying thought on a lot of levels.
And also that you know you're in a relationship with a geek when you wake up and mutter something groggy about having erotic dreams about the Joker and the question you get is "Really? Classic Joker or Heathe Ledger Joker?"
*Classic Joker, not Dark-Knight-Joker.
**Seven-League Boots get you where you're going faster. Weave Boots apparently grab wherever you're going and bring it to the space under your feet, regardless of the sudden inconvenience to everyone else in the universe.