Fair Streets O' Gotham Poem by Fanged One1

I prance through the streets,
A knife in my hand.
My weapon of choice.
Let's make a stand.

The clowns behind me,
Simple fools.
In it for cash.
Their blood forms he pools.

My girl at my side,
Such a beauty.
Her disguise astounding,
So glad she's with me.

We parade through these streets,
All our glory to see.
Fair streets of Gotham,
They are good to me.

The Batman and his comrades,
My dear friends.
I greet them with my smile,
And my never ending Trends.

An explotion here,
Gun fire there
My girl using her hammer.
The carnage, oh so fair.

We go away in chains,
At the end of the day.
A loss our our hands
Our smile, forever will stay.