[ WP/MP ] Write a story reimagining a character from another piece of fiction as down-and-out/washed up/past their prime .

He looked over the bar at her. She was n't the best looking broad in the joint but hell he'd take it. He threw back another whiskey. The bad whiskey tasted like piss and he had to clear his throat to choke down the gagging feeling. 
 
 Man, what happened to me, he thought. He looked down at the mustard stain on his shirt and his fat belly bulge out over his belt. Abs, I used to have abs. He looked back over to the blonde with too much make-up. Maybe she used to have abs, too, but not anymore. 
 
 Children used to look up to me. An entire city was indebted to me and I was more than happy to do it all for free. I had purpose then. My life had meaning. I stood up for my principles. Truth, justice, honor. 
 Hell, I was down-right bad-ass. I even helped out a kid when he was down and out. Having a side-kick was nice. But now look at me. Nothing but a joke. No one calls, no one returns my phone calls. My therapist does n't even have the time of day. My butler phones it in but I can tell he has had it too. One last look across the bar. What about old boy, what do you say? Take her back to the old bat cave and show her a good time? Let her play with your gadgets and rock her world? Not tonight, what's the point? 
 
 Bartender, I'm closing my tab. And then I'll go and walk back to my mansion alone. The bank has n't foreclosed yet. Bruce, pull yourself together! He popped a pill for anxiety and signed the credit card slip. What the hell... he signed it the Batman.
