Batman Paroday

CharlaXAndroidShakespeare

Poor Batman, the centre of my super heroed earth,

what ho these detective
powers that thee array upon thy belt;

Why dost thou pine within and suffer John and Mary Grayson
dearth,

Painting thy outward walls so costly gay at ease Batman?

Why so large cost,
having so short a lease on Wayne Manor,

Dost thou upon thy fading memory of thy own parents gone from mansion spend?

Shall
worms, inheritors of this excess remind us of the Good Doctor Thomas and his goodwife Martha

Eat up thy charge? is this the Joker's
end?

Then JOker, live thou upon thy servant's loss,

And let that pine to
aggravate thy money stored for fire;

Buy terms divine in selling hours of dross hilarity misdiagnosed thy face a paroday;

Within be
fed, without be rich no more the Joker tall:

So shalt thou feed on Death, that feeds on JOkers when they fall,

And Death once dead, there's no more dying then comes thence this saying to my face.

"One by one they will hear my call. Then this wicked town, will follow my fall."