Well, partner, lemme spin ya a yarn 'bout this here feller, Batman. He’s a lone ranger ridin’ the night, dressed in black slicker and a mask that’d spook a rattlesnake. This cowpoke don’t need no six-shooter—he’s got his fists and a whole saddlebag of fancy gadgets to wrangle varmints and outlaws. Folks in his town call him the Dark Knight, and he’s as tough as a two-dollar steak, takin’ on the meanest hombres without breakin’ a sweat.

He don’t say much, but when he does, it’s like thunder rollin’ through the canyon. He’s got a code, see—justice is his brand, and he don’t take kindly to no low-down, dirty scoundrels messin’ with his turf. By day, he’s a highfalutin’ city slicker, but when the sun dips low, he’s out there cleanin’ up the streets like a tumbleweed in a dust storm.

Yessir, Batman’s the kind of hombre you’d want ridin’ shotgun when the chips are down.