Batman (Renais)

Intro Enter NARRATOR, cloaked in mist and mystery. In Renais’ heart, where light and darkness meet and mingle, Doth rise a wraith-like figure—dread to knaves, Yet beacon to the broken and oppress’d. Behold! In garb of midnight’s hue and royal blue, With golden trim that steals the moon’s own gaze, He walks—a phantom forged of solemn oath. A sentinel unseen, whose justice strikes From murky veil and silent stone. His visage brings both balm and dread alike— A whisper'd vow to those who prey and those who weep: That even 'midst corruption’s swelling tide, One soul stands fast where others falter. Mark now the alley, dim and cold with shadow; The wind doth snap his sable cloak with voice, As if the night itself took breath and form. Is he a man? Or but a tale with sharpen’d edge? Some say a wretch by grief's cruel hammer shap’d, A scourge who hunts by vengeance’ cruel star. Others, a savior, lone and burden'd deep, Whose name the city ne'er shall truly know. Yet this is sure—in Renais' veilèd hours, The night is his, and justice is his vow.