After months of hard travel through desolate, Himalayan mountains, I’ve reached a legendary monastery. Monks escort me through echoing halls, taking me to see the demigod-avatar that supposedly lives at the heart of this ancient sanctuary. I’m taken past ornate, centuries-old halls into a dimly lit chamber. A hooded figure sits in a swiveling throne, his back to me. His arm appears to be stroking something in his lap, possibly a cat. “What do you want?” he asks in a creaky voice. “Training,” I gasp, my breath short from climbing leagues of mountains. “I seek to become more than a man. A legend.” The figure begins giggling. “There is no TRAINING here…there is no aid, no succor.” The giggles become all-out laughter and he turns in his chair. Horror upon horrors, the cat in his lap is long dead, and my surroundings morph into an office-high rise. I’ve been tricked! My boss has kept me in a marathon powerpoint session and entangled me in a hallucination! Suddenly he’s on top of me, hands around my throat. “I’m gonna CHOKE my TPS reports out of you, Kent!” He throws his head back and howls. Red-faced and sputtering, I reach in my pocket and open my eReader to Echo. Magic flash. I glimpse a flash of cape and cowl as the Dark Knight bursts through the high-rise’s plate glass window. I see pellets fly from his hand and room is suddenly engulfed in smoke. A remix of Hans Zimmer’s score AND Elfman’s stuff from Batman The Animated Series begins slicing through the air. I run to the office kitchenette, grab a bag of popcorn, and start maowing it down as I watch flashes of Batman slamming and jacking up office drones in a smoky haze. So cool!