Testament of the Dark Knight

'Twas very dark over the scaresome City of Gotham and in the dark alleyways thither abounded a mighty lot of wrong-doings, like, really really scary stuff, like, totally criminal and everything. Verily, the Gotham City Police lived ever in awful fear of such like villains as the Joker, Penguin, Riddler and the Scarecrow and would go forth on ye land everyday with their tails betwixt their legs and their hearts in ye bottoms of their stomaches, which would indeed be quite queasy on that account. Know thou this, the townsfolk were ever worse off and thank thine stars that thou livest elsewhere. Truely 'twas like verily, very verily, like the land of Patna, of this day only not as bad.

And it came to pass, that out of such darkness emerged a Hero. Though, he be one deeply disturbed dude who wore one dark and uncomfortablly tight costume ,one cape and one mask with pointy ears; he hath his heart where it ought to be and Lo! on catching his sight the guts of sundry wrong doers turned into ye noodle soup and their pants were dry nevermore. For, he who hath such menacing looks, pointy ears and all, such fighting and detective skills gained through tortureous practice over many lands and he who had such cool gizmos as the Batmobile and Batarang - what terrible misfortunes he could unleash unto them. So thinking, many such wrong-doers forsook the land of Gotham and migrated to the unpromised land of Bihar and there they formed the RJD. The brave common folks of Bihar hath been fighting them since.

Meanwhile, in Gotham City, the townsfolk rejoiced when they heard that such hero hath cometh out and named him: Batman - the Dark Knight. Nor had they seen any like him before, neither. The womanfolk thought his costume be way cool and, like, really funky and all, and hath many a thoughts of which they spoke not (so I can't tell thee what they were! Pity. ;) The Police made much merry, for ye Bat-Dude be doing all their police work and with time all police dudes were blessed with rotund pot-bellies and knew not what their toes looked like anymore. And the children of ye land, who tieth bedsheets on their necks and jumpeth from rooftops were, like, so grounded, for in so doing they caused the tops of their parents to blow, consequently. And it is common knowledge that parents with blown tops can be uncommonly unreasonable, as common as common cold only much chillier. Brrr.

The wrong doers that stayed back in Gotham hath their tails struck by ye Batman's foot with all over Gotham and they were in much distress. Sometimes they would use guile or would gang up to gain an edge, but it is truely spoken that Dark Knight would prevail at the end everytime. (except of a little while in the Knightfall Saga when he was broken mentally and physically). He hath neither super-powers nor hath he been bitten by any radioactive bug nor indeed he be a mutant. Batman hath always been a fully human super-hero, whose intellegence and strength backed by his passion were, like, the strongest weapons in ye bat-arsenal. Appearing by the day as billonaire industrialist and playboy Bruce Wayne, ye Batman would wander into the dark insides of Gotham at night, fighting crime and seeking respite from ye memories of his parents' (Thomas and Martha Wayne) murder in ye very same firmament.

He be sometimes aided by side-kicks, Tom (Robin), Dick (NightWing) and Barbara (Batgirl/Oracle) (Harry hath gone to meet Sally and couldn't make it). But, save the support of the trustly butler (who thankfully didn't do it) Albert, he mostly operated alone.

Obsessed. Committed. Dangerous.

This chonicler holdeth Batman as an adored object of fascination (along side of Star Trek and Powerpuff Girls) for this be, like, one of few comic book characters that can be in no way called uni-dimentional. For Batman tis neither the school boyish goody-goodyness of Superman nor the calculated non-conformity of X-Men. Batman is ever unconcerned of what the world thinks of him, a true hermit and the classical loner. Batman stands an head over even the amazing Spider-man in terms mass-adulation. (Though let this also be chronicled that Spidey also be a hot favoriate of ye way too uplifted and curiously discerning chronicler - who also hath a secret identity - a mild and meek natured programmer by the day and a super-blogger by the night!).

Gotham hath always representeth a world where everything that be dark is little larger then life, every furrow on ye countance a little more deeply underscored, every single human weakness a step near insanity. In that world the Dark Knight reigns supreme, a lord of all that he surveyeth atop dark buildings, where he be mostly perched looking out for wrong-doers to make any move. Batman shows unto us what we have the danger of becoming if our dark thoughts were not reigned in and if our obsessions were to take over. Batman also shows how the darkness of past can be channeled against darkness itself and towards an utopian ideal of goodness. Batman appeals to us, for who among us hath ne'er been wronged and hath not harboured the idea of venegance. The icon on Batman shows a way out of those moments of darkness to ye light of true selflessness. Of Service. Of Sacrifice.

Verily, I say unto thee - Batman is Timeless.

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This writing style is not my natural one and it shows. I borrowed it from a colleague who has an incredibly creative writing style. But I fear I have not done it much justice, nor indeed to Batman. However this is just one blog entry and anyway I wanted to experiment abit.