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by Tony Jun 11, 2017
Dark, fantasy /
On a cold and dreary Gotham night
In an alley where none could see
A flash of light and gunshot echo
Silencing someone's pleas
He flees on foot with weapon drawn
Sirens, the chase begins
He turns a corner, ditches the gun
And walks calmly blending in
Gotham's knight has not been seen
Rather hasn't been active of late
For seldom do they see him while
He's on his caped crusade
The gunman overconfident
Believing he's got away
Doesn't know mantle's been passed
Reckoning is on its way...
Robin no longer wearing red
Embraced by wings of night
Silently from on high he falls
Into the edge of the gunmans sight
He wants the bastard to see it coming
As fist fractures a face
Gunman no stranger to fighting
He pops his jaw back into place
''Looking kind of scrawny bats''
And then he charges in
Tumbles end over end
With batarang embedded in his shin
Wet thuds echo throughout
The alley with every hit
The only thing holding gunman up
Is the zeal of the young knights grit
Unconscious before he hit the floor
Robin's face looks very grim
A voice in his ear asks if he's sure
Curtly responding ''Its him''
A nervous voice hesitates to ask
''What are you going to do''
Tear filled eyes through gritted teath
''What Bruce would want me to''
Gunman upside down and gift wrapped
Commisioner removes his hat
Offers up a solemn prayer
For Gotham, ''Long live the bat...''
Long live the back indeed...
Another story to watch out...Amazing, Tony!
Wham bam! Kerpow!
Brilliant fella :)
Ah, this is excellent, Tony! So well written! Amazing job!
RIP Adam West...
His symbol was on my tighty whities till briefs were invented! He was my first hero.
Rest in peace Adam West.
Long Live the Bat