Thursday Division: Batman and Harlequin (Part 3)

Idealist vigilante ('the Batman') counters a Thursday football's eve hell crafted by his only (evil) rival, clown-anarchist Harlequin (trilogy-fanfiction).

Batman (DC Comics) fanfiction trilogy for your December-Xmas season pre-weekend. Thanks for reading! 

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Friends, heroic vigilante known as the Batman was fast approaching the cop-station in his (darkened) Gotham (city) on-bike costumed/geared as an Egyptian tourist of harmless demeanor wearing shades for night-ride eccentricity/joy but wielding a home-made acid-gun, prepping his Selfie-soul to engage with his one rival, a femme-anarchist of bad evil, the Harlequin woman. Harlequin was for-deed approaching the police-HQ in Gotham with an explosive toy for bad-message on the Thursday's eve of NFL-TV joys and spirits for citizenry to make bad panic and jitters for a mod-Earth of media/activity threatened by the hideous ugly of terrorism and pronounced crimes making commerce/grids vertigo (for doubt!). The Batman thought of himself now as the cure to the malady made by his one-rival, the Harlequin (Facebook-like).

POLICE CHIEF: We do know the Batman may be prowling the city for patrol, ok.

POLICEMAN: You sure he's on our side on this Thursday-NFL TV time for the city?

POLICE CHIEF: He sent me letters and even crayon-doodles of the Harlequin, ok.

POLICEMAN: What if he's just some nut allied to Harlequin without our know, sir?

POLICE CHIEF: I've a nagging/secret doubt...the Batman maybe is our NFL-hero.

POLICEMAN: Let's hope such faith is grounded in good American TV-pillows, sir.

POLICE CHIEF: Facebook-like!

The Batman got to the cop-station ahead of Harlequin, with a backpack full of crayon-doodles of the villainess' Selfie-visage, stick-figure renderings of her criminal-insanity and youthful anarchy dangers of foolish indulgences (ok); and of course, such art for pencils colored would counter-point those mailed by Harlequin for bad nihilism/sarcasm message of things of urban pedestrian foul play for Thursday-NFL TV jellyfish (for doubt!). When the Batman spotted Harlequin arriving at the cop-station, just as the Seattle-Angeles NFL-rivalry game reached Halftime-time for ads, he was certain he'd be required to use his acid-gun for the sake of Earth-realm's know (for doubt!).

FANZINE: Lamb-curry post-deed, hero?
THE BATMAN: I like our cyber-emails for interview, but I've disclosed no secret.

FANZINE: Well, lots of happy-folks of Gotham (city) want to be Batman (now!).

THE BATMAN: Maybe I am and maybe you're not, but we all like Thursday-NFL.

FANZINE: Do you think the (actual?) Batman regretted shooting Harlequin?
THE BATMAN: Like you implied, I comforted my Selfie-soul with lamb (ha).

FANZINE: Harlequin's in Arkham Asylum for criminal-insanity incarceration, ok!

THE BATMAN: Maybe whoever the Batman maybe is, he'd pray with lamb-kitchen.

FANZINE: At least the cops are unharmed and Harlequin just needed light shots.

THE BATMAN: Three slight acid-shots to her boots caused her to trip; I used lasso.

FANZINE: Tripped up the evil clown-girl and tied her up for Arkham-transport, eh?

THE BATMAN: Everyone loves Batman (now!), friend.

FANZINE: All hail the antiterrorism of prayers design lamb-curry...NFL-man.

THE BATMAN: Selfie-like (for doubt).

THE END

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