Batman: III

Final/3rd-part of Batman-trilogy (fanfiction) finds the inventive princely Selfie-made vigilante determining if a line-record with 'Bane' (psycho-brute) foresees a Belgian-waffles retirement honors.

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 hero of immigrant/citizenship status in the American Homeland, had turned his double-life secret night-vision 'ID' as the mysterious/masked vigilante known as the Batman into something of a streets-culture 'visage' for things of horrid criminal-insanity solutions kits for hyperbole/theater imagery for social media commentary (Facebook-like!).

As the Batman of Gotham (city), Amlan knew the work he had pre-engagements with two hideously nefarious costumed/masked mayhem-'artists' (Scarecrow and Harlequin), engagements that (later) prepped him for just about anything, was quality-work for 'normal' crime/insanity address in Gotham (city). However, he also appreciated the achievement of seeing Scarecrow and Harlequin incarcerated (for life) for criminal-insanity warranted the secret 'prince' of Gotham (city) very-special retirement cleats for onside-comforts of the Selfie-age variety (ok). However, pre-retirement Amlan (the Batman) also understood there could be one (final?) hurdle pre-escape with capitalist-investor fortunes, in the form of a hockey-mask wearing steroids-pumped super-brute of insane anarchism consciousness who called himself Bane (Selfie-like!).

BANE: Taking control of my city, idealist?
THE BATMAN: I am the Batman, evil one.

BANE: Chemistry favors my traumatized body, and I resurrect as a super-brute.

THE BATMAN: I know it.

BANE: You seek some flagrant-image of social media gossip stir, masked man?

THE BATMAN: You wear a mask, but I don't inject chemicals, Bane.

BANE: No, no, no...of course, you only shoot them (liquid-nitrogen, acid, etc.).

THE BATMAN: This is my war of words with ya or just Gotham's knit for Hell?

BANE: Why don't we video-record a sewer-battle (between us) for media-right?

THE BATMAN: Aha, the winner presents the video...as Super Bowl ad 'know.'

BANE: Super-deal, idealist (Facebook-like)?

The Batman (Mr. Amlan Satan), won the sewer-battle and destroyed the video-recording (of course) and saw Bane as his 3rd (likely-final) Arkham incarceration human for criminal-insanity records (or lyrics!) in Gotham (city). He once-again cheered the miracle deed with his home-made lamb-curry plate and wondered (now!) if Brussels/Belgium called him for waffles-and-'dowry' (for story-writing). Was this the end of the 'campaign' of the Batman, and was Amlan Satan, Slovak-Algerian Catholic-American vigilante, dealing with Freudian 'things' of Heaven/Hell for capitalism safeties (wow), becoming a 'real' man of retirement-expressions sanity (for doubt)?

THE END

"Doing well is the result of doing good. That's what capitalism is all about" (Ralph Waldo Emerson). 

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)