Atop the Fourth Wall2008

Linkara:
So only a scant hour from his parents being shot in front of him, Batman announced to Dick Grayson that he'd been drafted into a war. We open the book on a confusing angle of the Batmobile driving up a really tall hill, or a mountain, none of which I knew were near Gotham, overlooking the city below. Frank's schzophrenic writing is in full force here as he begins.

Batman:
From up here, Gotham City is beautiful.

Linkara:
Aw, well isn't that just nice and...

Batman:
Beautiful, like Edgar Allan Poe's sweet Lenore, before her small cough brought a spot of blood to her lip and the poet knew she was plagued. Doomed.

Linkara:
Show of hands, anybody else really freaked out right now?