an allegory

Once upon a time there lived a young, naive girl who was leaving her family on a long, dangerous adventure. She packed her bags, and as she stepped foot out of her door and into the world, her mother gave her a precious gift. "Use this," she said, "when you most need it." The young girl saw what it was. It had been in the family for many, many years, and by taking it with her, she felt as if a part of her home was with her as she set out on her journey. When she needed it most, it was there to be used, and she felt the warmth of her home with every use.

A few weeks later someone stole it. Moral of the story: I want my iron back. Whoever has it, I will find you, and if it turns out you have my watch, my book light, and my Macy's gloves, I will shoot you in the knees, Die Hard style.

Do you think it's just coincidence that Bruce Willis and Bruce Wayne have such similar names?