Batman: II

A Story by Abishai100

Second-part of Batman-trilogy (fanfiction) finds the inventive princely Selfie-made vigilante seeking Earthling sanity in the face of an insane evil lawbreaking newcomer (Harlequin).

Abandoning my (albeit fun) Lady Icarus sports/rhetoric/underworld trilogy 'thing' for this Batman (DC Comics) fanfiction-trilogy, since I liked how that last (precursor maybe!) turned out. Thanks for reading (Happy Xmas-December),

DISCLAIMER: This work of comics fanfiction contains images/references with no ties to DC Comics or its productions and is cast as purely a 'personal' expression for social arts (for 'open' views/translations).

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Friends, Mr. Amlan Satan, Slovak-Algerian Catholic-American prince of things of capitalism, doubling in secret night-life vigilante-face time in his beloved Gotham (city), found cool pillows of right Selfie-satisfaction after facilitating the incarceration of the villainous masked maniac Scarecrow, Amlan's first/true test of faith/skill/idealism for work as a masked operator of Earthling social controls simply too bewildering for everyday/overground cops for social media comment (Facebook-like!).

Well, crime, and criminal insanity too, still flowed like dark waters in Mr. Satan's darkened city requiring special actions or even 'theater' for optimism for social controls, and so, Amlan, Slovak-Algerian Catholic immigrant/citizen/American, continued his night-vision 'crusade' as the wandering (and weaponized!) operating vigilante known as the Batman, donning a Selfie-disguised visage of things of night-vision and resilience for doubt (ok). The Batman was something of a celebrity and by no means squandered the status post-deed of moving the villainous Scarecrow to Arkham Asylum, Gotham's incarceration for the really criminally insane (Selfie-like).

THE BATMAN: You frighten me, bad woman, and you remind me of someone.

HARLEQUIN: Scarecrow, hero?

THE BATMAN: Are you his buddy (or something)?
HARLEQUIN: I wear costume like him, hero (ha).

THE BATMAN: A femme-clown get-up for pairing with urban hellraiser mayhem?

HARLEQUIN: Social controls, your division, can lead to Hell's circus, surely!

THE BATMAN: Mischief.

HARLEQUIN: Nihilism, fool (onside kick).

THE BATMAN: You're evil.

HARLEQUIN: Didn't Scarecrow claim you were like him, a man of mask.

THE BATMAN: Scarecrow was my opposite...maybe you, lady, are my thorn.

HARLEQUIN: We shall see (ha).

Friends, the Batman again enjoyed some of his fave home-made 'exotic' lamb-curry dish (alone) and thought pensively (again) about feeling the comfort-food 'consciousness' of Earthling (American) life in his Gotham (city) post-triumph of incarcerating the villainess Harlequin (a bad-clown woman who lured the vigilante-hero to the mall post-hours but then lost in a rope-gun game she designed for recording and bad-gossip should she defeat the Batman in some mall-floors and levels running, tying, and acrobatics game!). Now, with Harlequin in Arkham, in a cell area where Scarecrow was held, the Batman (Amlan Satan), thought his lamb-curry 'miracle' dish just might serve as premonition for sufficient laurels of optimism to warrant retirement from a city-nights life of things...Hell.

TO BE CONTINUED...