We will have a bat cave of our own
secrets that are ours.
Hide who we are
behind green and black masks
(we won't even have an Alfred).
Stopping Catwoman
from stealing something,
more precious then jewels.
Two face isn't a problem
we know both sides.
Riddle me this,
a heart loves two
what do they do?
Put on our tights
become our alter egos.
"Holy rusted Us Batman"
A spunky sidekick
never looked this good.
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