The Batman: Hell of Homeland

Pseudo-narrated 'claim' of vigilantism sanity (Gotham City) where a masked 'stranger' (and businessman!) offers that 'handshake' of psycho-physics.

An adaptation of Batman (DC Comics). 

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Welcome to my city, Gotham, the Homeland arena of hellmouths and criminal insanity, stemming from the fall of man itself and burgeoning from a modernist 'feel' of self-willed ambitions gone haywire, apathetic, and morally confusing (downright!). This is a place that's forgotten cinematic splendor(s), and I'm the only force for hidden justice, the masked vigilante known as the Batman. My parents murdered, my fortune my only memory of honor(s), and my movie-view of eroding consciousness and psychiatry (forgotten almost) has become my only window-class for ideations of intelligence and targeting evil to create those 'shiny' portraits of choreographed courage (or even art) for social media.

When Eve took the apple of knowledge, Eden did feel the woe and the wound, as John Milton said. Well, this was past Eden. There were blood-diamonds, invisible blood-murder, forms of antisocial abandonment of institutional stilts for education, and indulgence with tech-toys creating a depravity of the heart, yielding to a new creativity that rendered all image of youth/innocence as calendar-baby storyboards for (simply) 'arrogant' Homeland (American) matter.

COMMISSIONER: You think this acid-gun Crusade against Red-Hood is truth?
BATMAN (Me): Excellence; Gotham needs an injection of cinema-fantasy!

COMMISSIONER: What about overground force(s) for simplified justice?
BATMAN: Nah...this is the time for reorienting toys for tots (and terrorists).

COMMISSIONER: Good for social media (let's hope), Batman.

Gordon had become my only/secret 'ally' in this vigilance mission to create pockets of sustainable sanity and published justice in the underground (late-nights) and would afford the Homeland a 'fresher' sense of memory of the 'events' of Earth-history that gave fruit for rather civilization storyboards, concerning the dark 'experience' of infrastructure-matter (wow).

RED-HOOD: This guy, this Batman, won't stop our bank-robbery hellmouth(s).

COMMISSIONER (Gordon): We'll see if robbers can offer a 'match' for Batman!

RED-HOOD: This guy, the Batman, offers nothing more than a 'game' IQ (ha).

COMMISSIONER: Nah...don't believe the hype; vigilance is pure brain.

RED-HOOD: There's waves of crime rising to restore angst with governance!

COMMISSIONER: Well, let's (all) hope the Batman is an 'ally'...of stalemate.

This is my story. It's the story of the dark knight of this hellish Gotham City, me, the Batman. By day, I'm an affable online Derby (Arklow-company) investor in overground marketing/production, but by night, I'm the masked 'stranger' of late-hours, prowling around with wizard's toys for an inventions-rich 'handshake' that may yield a brighter form of social media culture for Halloween season(s), when Devil's Night (Oct.-30) comes right before a ritualized and 'almost-sanctioned' sense of capitalism-race civilization becoming (incompletely) mad.

SHELBYE: Who's the man behind the mask for capitalism-race wonder, Satan?

ME: I maybe am not the Batman, but we've got to cheer cyber-magazines.

SHELBYE: For what?
ME: For memories (of dollars).

Sure, Gotham's Hell. It's more hellmouth than lyric. That's why I exist, as a businessman and as a self-made hero of the darkness. Milton was wrong. Things are worse than the Devil himself imagined. This Earth/Homeland (America) requires a new 'chemistry' for self-realized 'fashion' of sanity and overground functionalism that will (confidently) restore what's under threat by frailty --- the 'image' of language (for the soul).

"Capitalism is the astounding belief that the most wickedest of men will do the most wickedest of things for the greatest good of everyone" (John Maynard Keynes). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)