In the shadows of Gotham city,
Where villains roam and chaos reigns,
There flies a creature, both feared and witty,
A bat, you see, with dark wings and veins.
But in my mind, this bat is more,
Than just a creature of the night,
He’s a symbol, a savior, a vigilante,
A hero who’s always ready to fight.
Some call him a madman, a lunatic,
But I see him as a misunderstood soul,
A man with a mission, a purpose,
To keep the city from taking its toll.
For who else could match wits with me,
The Joker, the prince of crime,
He’s my nemesis, my...