The Batman

He stands up there,

silent n still,

His cape flutters on,

like being fanned

 from a windmill

Brooding, alone

he fights his holy war,

his most powerful ally,

is his motor car.

A trusted butler,

sometimes helps him out,

When his adversaries,

have him knocked out.

His weapons n gadgets,

keep troubles at bay,

As he jumps in at the right time,

and saves another day.

However, I do wonder,

About his flowing cape,

Adorning his broad back

Giving him a ghastly shape.

What if he trips and then falls,

Or worse, if his cape gets caught

in revolving doors!

Laughing stock he will become,

& Rogue’s gallery of Gotham

 Will throw in a feast,

“The world’s greatest detective stumbles”,

“Can’t walk on his feet”!

The laughter would be loudest,

Of the joker, who will ask,

How can a bat ever see,

Be it light or dark?

This has never happened,

in the last 80 years or more,

lets hope it won’t happen

 anytime soon for sure!  :)