Detective Comics #5
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After his battle with the Dollmaker, Batman is trying to keep peace in an increasingly restless Gotham City. With the flesh from Joker’s face hanging in the Gotham City Police Department, many people believe that Batman has killed the Joker. This causes a lot of anti-Batman and even pro-Joker sentiment.




Meanwhile, news reporter Charlotte Rivers investigating a story on Gotham’s newly opened Iceberg Casino, runs afoul of the club’s villainous owner.

GET OFF MY LAWN
Date: 2012-01-09 05:02 am (UTC)Re: GET OFF MY LAWN
Date: 2012-01-09 11:46 am (UTC)Re: GET OFF MY LAWN
Date: 2012-01-09 12:42 pm (UTC)Re: GET OFF MY LAWN
Date: 2012-01-09 01:49 pm (UTC)Re: GET OFF MY LAWN
Date: 2012-01-09 02:38 pm (UTC)I like hippie music
Re: GET OFF MY LAWN
Date: 2012-01-09 03:31 pm (UTC)(As so often happens, I'm reminded of Lord Vetinari, Patrician of Ankh-Morpork;
Lord Vetinari, the supreme ruler of Ankh-Morpork, rather liked music.
People wondered what sort of music would appeal to such a man.
Highly formalized chamber music, possibly, or thunder-and-lightening opera scores.
In fact the kind of music he really liked was the kind that never got played. It ruined music, in his opinion, to torment it by involving it on dried skins, bits of dead cat and lumps of metal hammered into wires and tubes. It ought to stay written down, on the page, in rows of little dots and crotchets, all neatly caught between lines. Only there was it pure. It was when people started doing things with it that the rot set in. Much better to sit quietly in a room and read the sheets, with nothing between yourself and the mind of the composer but a scribble of ink. Having it played by sweaty fat men and people with hair in their ears and spit dribbling out of the end of their oboe...well, the idea made him shudder. Although not much, because he never did anything to extremes.
In Which I Lose My Own Point Before Your Eyes
Date: 2012-01-10 02:17 am (UTC)I'm just sayin', Batman's always about the hippie-punching. Surely emo chins are even more satisfying.
Then again, here he's punching clowns. What am I saying?
I cannot be against any form of brutality to clowns. It's the sign of a healthy society to repudiate and loathe the clown in all its forms. And kick them.
Some may think I am extreme, but will all come to see my view in the end.
Re: In Which I Lose My Own Point Before Your Eyes
Date: 2012-01-11 08:52 am (UTC)Despite being technically a dictator, Lord Vetinari does not exercise the despotic rule that characterised some of his predecessors. He is, in fact, the archetype of a benevolent dictator, in a chilly, inscrutable way. In The Truth, he permits the emergence of a free press, and has rarely, if ever, been known to have innocent people just dragged off to dungeons without a trial: The notable exception to this rule are mime artists, whom Vetinari despises. Vetinari banned all mime performances from Ankh-Morpork shortly after taking power. Mime artists who violate the ban usually find themselves hanging upside down in Vetinari's scorpion pit while reading a sign saying 'learn the words.'
Re: In Which I Lose My Own Point Before Your Eyes
Date: 2012-01-11 11:58 am (UTC)"Yew dressed just like a clown, boy, but I don' see ya makin' me laugh. I better hear some jokin' or there's gonna be a hangin'."
"Let's give him a REAL box to try to get out of, Sarge."
'Yeah, 'cept ours ain't glass and we put a hungry rat in with 'im."
Re: In Which I Lose My Own Point Before Your Eyes
Date: 2012-01-11 12:12 pm (UTC)Lord Vetinari did not administer a reign of terror, more an occasional light shower.