Not a question that had occurred to me before: What if Bertie Wooster, rather than being a mere layabout, was also Batman?

"Good morning, sir. I have prepared a breakfast of scrambled egg, kippers and bacon, as per your request."

"Fantastic, Jeeves! I tell you truly, I've worked up a massive appetite and that's no mistake."

"Am I to assume that tonight's excursion went well, sir?"

"Well, it started off a bit sticky. My cape got all tangled when I went to punch this one hooligan in the face."

"Ah, yes. The cape."

"Jeeves, we've had this discussion twice now. The cape is part of the ensemble."

"We have had this discussion twice, sir, because your cape has gotten tangled up in your legs twice."

"Ah ha, Jeeves. I didn't say it got tangled in my legs this time, merely that it had gotten tangled."

"In what did it get tangled?"

"Well, around my right arm."

"Is that not your good arm for fisticuffs, sir?"

"Don't be coy. You know it is. And the cape stays."

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