Batman's Only {Fanfiction}

A Story by Abishai100

While the hellraising Harlequin clown-girl makes pre-Xmas traffic 'jitters' for Halloween in Gotham (city), the masked/eccentric valiant vigilante ('the Batman') offers Earth-jar.

Wrapping-up my Xmas-'25 season weekend Saturday with another comics adventure/psyche portrait, Batman (DC Comics) fanfiction. Happy Holidays,

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

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INTERVIEW: Thanx for this cyber-exchange, though anonymous, hero.

THE BATMAN: I'm a night-prowling masked vigilante everyone wants to copy!

INTERVIEW: Your claim you wander Gotham City in face-covering stuff for work?

THE BATMAN: I'm after this villainess Harlequin after my work with smugglers!
INTERVIEW: You think this Harlequin clown-costumed lady is cynical about you.
THE BATMAN: I am, and she's cast herself as my nemesis for work for capitalism.

INTERVIEW: She spread flyers of your crayon-rendering of her as simple darkness!

THE BATMAN: She has, but I contend she's simply a Gotham messenger of insanity.

INTERVIEW: You, however, remain a word-maker of citizenry-life of traffic, ok!

The Harlequin, a clown-geared hellraiser-femme of bad Gotham (city) psyche-readings, had cast herself as the real rival of the heroic Batman; and she spread countless flyer-copies of the Batman's crayon-doodle renderings of her Selfie as simply a dark-side mischief-maker for bad class/education for doubt/insanity (ok!). While the Batman, a Gotham businessman working a double-life (invisible!) as a masked-vigilante, wandered around with creative weaponry like tranquilizer-darts, liquid-nitrogen guns, and rope-spears, the Harlequin sought to demystify his heroics-optimism with special/specific (Halloween-season) city-predicates of street life destroyer-deeds like vandalism of stop-signs, parked cop-cars, and mailboxes for (general) American Homeland cartoon-jitters (for all).

HARLEQUIN: Shocked I'm emailing you, Batman?
THE BATMAN: You should know I donned this 'Batman' alias because of night-eye.

HARLEQUIN: Yeah, bats can fly with night-vision powers and are resilient...so?

THE BATMAN: I'm determined to see if you seek some Western world Xmas-Hell.

HARLEQUIN: Because I'm making Halloween hell?

THE BATMAN: There's always medicine for manmade-insanity for the holidays!

HARLEQUIN: You won't match me...I'm messenger of that eternal instinct, hero.

THE BATMAN: Eternity...for Xmas-'25 know of paranoia for shopping, eh?

HARLEQUIN: Why not disorient consumerism with a little Halloween art, hero?

THE BATMAN: You won't prove you're my rival, Harlequin...if only for Xmas-map.

HARLEQUIN: We shall see, Batman (Facebook-like).

The Batman spotted the insane clown-costumed Harlequin on Halloween's Eve riding around planting plastic-toy explosive devices all over the streets of Gotham (city) post-midnight and deterred her with his tranquilizer-darts and rope-spear and then tied her up when she fell unconscious and hauled her off to Arkham, the city's incarceration building for the dangerously criminally-insane, where he was requested to interview her as her 'escort' in Hell. During the interview, Harlequin (real-name: unknown) began spewing words about bad capitalism and Earth-diamonds black market corruption for Xmas-consumerism. The Batman, valiant/idealistic, retorted in front of the camera, "For a capitalism-hostel thought, Harlequin...there's a traffic-cinema jar for (all) things 'weird' to control those basic-instincts of (animal) chaos paranoia (ok!)." The Batman wondered, however, despite this good-courage interview for journal-image of insanity-and-crime, what would happen if Harlequin escaped from incarceration for a New Year's (Gotham) storm, requiring him to revamp his know of Earthling/American justified margins (ok).