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>Penclils:Ardian Syaf. Inks: Vicente Cifuentes. Colors:Ulises Arreola.
>Alt-Text: Comic art of Superman and Batman standing back to back. Superman’s half of the image a day in Metropolis, Batman’s half a night in Gotham.
>Dialogue Samples: Frank Miller.[1] Christopher Nolan & David S. Goyer.[2] Scott Snyder.[3]
A screen flickers rapidly between news channels and internet streams.
RYDER: Shocking footage from the Narrows of riots at the Islands sole police stat-
VALE: Internet recordings show mass looting of Lexmart locations with employees actively aiding-
Abbot appears on screen, a blue Bat symbol painted on his face.
ABBOT: The law doesn’t provide or protect. The people do. This is mark of the future. Gotham belongs to The Bat. [1]
RYDER: Acting Mayor Barbara Gordon has ordered the Narrows GCPD precinct evacuated. An anonymous source is quoted as saying: The Narrows have fallen. [2]
VALE: -one month since Bruce Wayne has been seen in public. The heir is facing a lawsuit for his alleged support for the terrorist known as Bat-
DICK: Too much TV rots your brain.
You turn off the Batcowl Archives[3] in your contact lenses and turn to Dick.
BRUCE: You’re one to talk. I could have sworn Alfred said not to walk more than 500 yards from bed.
DICK: Eh, I'm more of a metric guy. Besides, “The Children of The Bat” wanted to speak with you.
BRUCE: You’re a better people person than me. The zone’s been up for a month and you’re already a community leader.
DICK: Yeah, but you’re “The Son of Kane” whatever that means. And the guy smuggling food water and wifi to the Narrows.
BRUCE: I can’t encourage my own worship. The power of The Bat has to be greater than any one man. If this turns into a cult of personality, I‘m just another rich man ruling the peasants. Gotham’s had enough of that.
DICK: So what <span class="mu-s">are</span> you gonna do?
You grab your thigh. And wince.
BRUCE: I’ve healed enough. It’s time I took the fight to Waller and Riddler.
DICK: <span class="mu-i">Jolta!</span> I’ve been ithcing to get back in the field.
BRUCE: Not you. You’re needed in The Narrows.
DICK: <span class="mu-i">Bul!</span> I’m almost as healed as you!
You put a hand on his shoulder and look him warmly in the eye.
BRUCE: You’re not being taken off the mission. You’re being given a bigger one. I’ve stirred a lot of hornet’s nests. The kind of people coming after me? The fight I’m facing? I might not survive it. I need to make sure the legend lives on, that the people are looked out for. Like I said-
You hand him a package. When he looks in it, his eyes widen.
BRUCE: The Bat is bigger than a man.
He looks up with a silent nod of respect. It’s time. You press the makeshift signal in your hand.
Its message is clumsy and probably painful, but you know it will be heard. In a few minutes, you feel it.
The microscopic changes in air pressure, the whistling sound in the sky. Your call was heard, and answered-
>Penclils:Ardian Syaf. Inks: Vicente Cifuentes. Colors:Ulises Arreola.
>Alt-Text: Comic art of Superman and Batman standing back to back. Superman’s half of the image a day in Metropolis, Batman’s half a night in Gotham.
>Dialogue Samples: Frank Miller.[1] Christopher Nolan & David S. Goyer.[2] Scott Snyder.[3]
A screen flickers rapidly between news channels and internet streams.
RYDER: Shocking footage from the Narrows of riots at the Islands sole police stat-
VALE: Internet recordings show mass looting of Lexmart locations with employees actively aiding-
Abbot appears on screen, a blue Bat symbol painted on his face.
ABBOT: The law doesn’t provide or protect. The people do. This is mark of the future. Gotham belongs to The Bat. [1]
RYDER: Acting Mayor Barbara Gordon has ordered the Narrows GCPD precinct evacuated. An anonymous source is quoted as saying: The Narrows have fallen. [2]
VALE: -one month since Bruce Wayne has been seen in public. The heir is facing a lawsuit for his alleged support for the terrorist known as Bat-
DICK: Too much TV rots your brain.
You turn off the Batcowl Archives[3] in your contact lenses and turn to Dick.
BRUCE: You’re one to talk. I could have sworn Alfred said not to walk more than 500 yards from bed.
DICK: Eh, I'm more of a metric guy. Besides, “The Children of The Bat” wanted to speak with you.
BRUCE: You’re a better people person than me. The zone’s been up for a month and you’re already a community leader.
DICK: Yeah, but you’re “The Son of Kane” whatever that means. And the guy smuggling food water and wifi to the Narrows.
BRUCE: I can’t encourage my own worship. The power of The Bat has to be greater than any one man. If this turns into a cult of personality, I‘m just another rich man ruling the peasants. Gotham’s had enough of that.
DICK: So what <span class="mu-s">are</span> you gonna do?
You grab your thigh. And wince.
BRUCE: I’ve healed enough. It’s time I took the fight to Waller and Riddler.
DICK: <span class="mu-i">Jolta!</span> I’ve been ithcing to get back in the field.
BRUCE: Not you. You’re needed in The Narrows.
DICK: <span class="mu-i">Bul!</span> I’m almost as healed as you!
You put a hand on his shoulder and look him warmly in the eye.
BRUCE: You’re not being taken off the mission. You’re being given a bigger one. I’ve stirred a lot of hornet’s nests. The kind of people coming after me? The fight I’m facing? I might not survive it. I need to make sure the legend lives on, that the people are looked out for. Like I said-
You hand him a package. When he looks in it, his eyes widen.
BRUCE: The Bat is bigger than a man.
He looks up with a silent nod of respect. It’s time. You press the makeshift signal in your hand.
Its message is clumsy and probably painful, but you know it will be heard. In a few minutes, you feel it.
The microscopic changes in air pressure, the whistling sound in the sky. Your call was heard, and answered-
