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I was working for a bland company doing something vague.

One day, everyone from my office was sent to a martial arts class on the other side of the city of alleyways we lived and worked in.  The dojo was in a little square and opposite was a house.

From the house, we heard strange noises.  The martial arts teacher and the rest of us looked through the window to see ...

(the back-story just arrived in my head at this point - years ago an evil and very powerful witch was hanged, but one of her followers stored her soul in a lump of play-dough)

... someone putting a play-dough hat on a cat.  The cat grew and turned into a woman - the most powerful and evil witch in the world!

She saw us, so we all ran back through the alleyways to our office.  The martial arts instructor came, too.

We had a sort of war council going.  Nobody was likely to believe us and we were sure the witch would want to get rid of witnesses, so we decided we were responsible for saving the world.  Except we were useless.  At this point, big birds in huge flocks started flying around the office block.  I mean really huge birds.  Pigeons as big as a man.  

The martial arts instructor, an elderly and pleasant guy, announced that he was actually Batman although he retired a long time ago.  We all cheered, because, well, BATMAN! We had Batman on our side!

Then he pointed to me and said "And he was Robin!"  I wasn't Robin.  Ever.  Turns out he was just a confused old man that had wandered into the dojo as we arrived.