[- holy macaroni! ]

...Is THIS the END of Psychbloke??!

(-Whaaaaat? -Jeez! -Um? -Ack! -NO! -SAY IT ISN'T SO!)

-Oh dear. The lights of Gotham City dim, and bleaken...And the rain just keeps falling, pissing down on us like hopelessness itself...

Thick fog and rain will drown us all...

Scared inhabitants get their pot noodles down their frocks as they rush through the streets to safety...Splish-splash...
(Newspapers as scant protective shields over their heads...)

You can hear a cackle in the air, as from above...Or was it a dream?
The carved stone-gargoyles of the city hall, seem suddenly ALIVE with dew, their smiles stiffened in grotesque faux-medieval grins...

(- Can you hear the pied piper calling?
- No reply, not today, no reply, NOTHING...)

A thousand and one gazillion feet and yet no batwinged one, yet NO Bruce Wayne-

(- Where can he be?
...Can he hear the cries?...The smell of decaying fish?)

Mr. Hong swears and spits out his cigarette as the wall of raindrops washes away his fishmarket display...Only pok choy for dinner today, if the wifey would make one...

(-Oh, bollocks...Rats...Crap...Shit!!
...What's this?)

A vague bubbling sound, a slurping of underwater engines, a watery inferno (as the wisping of giant tentacles?) approaches the soaked city streets...
A buzzing, an engine hum...Phosphorescent sealight clusters light-ray beams up from the deep-
CAN IT BE? -NO, IT CAN'T BE? - IS IT? -N...N...NAUTILUS?

Fast-forward to Batman's pad, now packed, floods of water held back by servant Albert's ingenious use of flour bags...But how long will it last?

The men from U.N.C.L.E. hangs around, their HQ got washed away with the second rainfall, and they couldn't just sit and wait for certain death...
The mood is gloomy, but calm. Bruce Wayne's clever and attractive wife tries to lighten the mood with enthusiastic smalltalk and distribution of immaculate canapées.

The bank chief makes a passing remark about the tragedy, those stolen Munch paintings...What a waste.

Robin is bored, he tries to console himself with the sound of familiar tones from the jukebox..."Push The Button" by the Sugababes blasts out into the room, those sub-woofers Bruce installed was a work of genious!

People stop in their quiet conversations for a minute and smile, remembering Bruce and his table-dancing antics...If only he was here now...Someone wipes away a secret tear. Silence.

Only the rain, the bloody rain, that f*ck-diddly-a-doodly-a-dangly-oh RAIN, still falling, nay pouring, flooding the brave city and its people like a very unexpected joke.

(...A *Killing* Joke- ??)

(-By Batrat's crumbling beard! -By Jodie the Ice-cream Lady!)

...This is no fun-ride. This isn't funny. The Darkness is overwhelming.

...We've only got one hope now. Only one to save us. To weave the carpet of dream-tales so strong, that even Spiderman can't do it...This web is one of all-encompassing bubblegum strength. This web is the strong stuff dreams are made of.

And he knows. He's got the Bubblegum Power. He's used it wisely before...Do we need to beg?...And where IS he now?
...The one important question gracing everybody's lips, yet a question too fearful to ask:

...WHERE did he GO?

The rain still falls, and we're waiting...
Waiting for the winged one's return.

(Methinks I'm going to pay that villain the Joker a visit...)

...Release the Psych-cloaked one!
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