In bleak alleyways, vile mischief abounds:
five city blocks mysteriously razed.
Soon ransom’s demanded; some ingenious kook
swears he’ll destroy all unless he is paid.
Despite muddled clues, inscrutable plots,
a keen intellect deduces the facts.
With invincible will and science like art,
this bold one guards against all evil acts.
Whisper of movement, liquified shadow,
amid Gothic spires he arrives unseen.
Swooping on his prey like some nocturnal beast
his nightmare visage spurs cowards to flee.
Now potent blows of battle stupendous
pin the masked martial arts lord to a wall;
the criminal leader, secretly enhanced,
employs matchless force ‘til the dark hero falls.
Fueled by mindless, superstitious dread,
the monster pummels the knight on the ground.
Panicked, the blockbuster only desists
when he notes from his victim no movement or sound.
Turning, triumphantly gloating with glee,
the mean mutant victor miscalculates;
the acme of acumen laid at his feet
preprogrammed his mind to remodulate!
Almost unconscious, as if in a dream,
the broken bat-thing wills itself to rise.
This nightmare of felons, this demon, this bane,
will never give up, will always surprise.
Like a vengeful wraith back live from the dead,
unquenchable spirit enflamed in his eyes,
he strikes such deep shock in the mad giant’s heart,
no resistance can the crook mobilize.
One last blow, delivered to unguarded nerve,
finishes the fray, and the Batman takes flight.
Gotham is saved; not one innocent was harmed,
as sirens howl close, peircing through the night.