With the first four, only the true son one would remain.
But the others would transform, leaving just Gotham’s reign.
Traveling tents filled with laughter and flight
A colorful family born into the show
Then, one day tragedy would strike
Taken under the wing of the bat…signal aglow
The first of four, one day, became…
Confident, assured, R.I.P. the day
He became the second Bat to bear the name
Out with the old, in with the new, but still Gray
Another son colored in red
Quick as a whip; founded in truth
Tried and tested, he globe trotted, and bled
For the cowled Father, he gave his youth
Not last, maybe not least, the youngest of four
Deserves proper mention to complete Robin’s lore
The League came calling for the Crusader
One worthy to lend the armies of the ghoul.
However, the Dark Knight declined, denying the Maker
Like the youthful dragon the Bat was no fool
The beautiful daughter of the assassin’s immortal
Would fall…in love with her Father’s would-be protégé.
The two would sire the last of four, a lover’s quarrel
Would commence. Eventually the Bat would fall prey.
The blood of the Bat marked as A positive
Trained well, but tormented; Wayne’s little gift and curse.
The World’s Greatest Detective would fall victim to his own causative
With a lot to learn Damien is blinded and hungers for thirst
There is of course more to this story, but for now we’ll sleep.
Because within these sleepy walls resides Master Wayne’s Keep.
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