I have a feeling time is of the essence on this story, so here, sans swipes at Batman Begins‘ moronic third act, are a bunch of highly unauthorized pictures from The Dark Knight (you can find more at Worst Previews):
"Nope, that’s just a zit, not a Manitou."
"I’m sorry, Joker, but I’m a big enough Remo Williams fan that I just had to try it."
In which Batman realizes he does not, in fact, want to be a farmer.
How real men play bloody knuckles (batsuits and inexplicable shopping mall setting optional).
Like a Batman on a wire,
Like a drunk in a midnight choir,
I have tried in my way to be free.
A visual metaphor for Jeremy’s captions thus far.
"I have always depended on the kindness of masked vigilantes."