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This is what last Friday afternoon looked like if you are a Mindless One (macrophageous Gary Lactus and the doughty, doughy Tymbus excepted, for some reason.) It was one of those doldrummy days, and this is how we killed the time: Email Style! I’ve caught a few of the bigger tyops, changed names, put a few links in, cut  mean or downright slanderous comments, and excised one-and-a-half shitloads of Ron Smith jokes for reasons of taste and such, and the following cascade of slurry is what remains.

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PREVIOUSLY IN BATMAN AND ROBIN 666….

In the aftermath of the Sensei’s attack on Nu-Gotham and a near lethal , three pronged assault on their friends by super-assassins contracted by one of the shadowy forces vying for control of the city, Batman and Robin are forced to make some tough decisions.

With his secret identity compromised and Lucius Fox hospitalised by the dreadful killer Action Figure, Damian Wayne decides its time to go public and unmask.

It’s the morning after the last of the assassins was defeated and most of the team are shored up in Bat Mountain, Batman’s hidden fortress folded into the architecture of Wayne Tower, but Nico the puppy-girl and new recruit Judah Runningdog are starting to get restless…..

This is what happens next….

A weekly strip by Fraser Geesin.

AMAZING THREE PART NOVEL LENGTH EPIC!

(Click to individually enlarge each amazing chapter)

AMAZING!

The book Dream Date by Tim Leopard and Fraser Geesin is available from Running Water Press or from Amazon.

Holy shit Batman!

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The leading, upper-outer edge of the page’s porous membrane extends outwards into the reader’s domestic reality-space, super-imposed on an imaginary plane nearly a foot distant from the paper-thin physical boundary, roughly  on a level with the occipital lobe, back there at the back of the brain. Looking forwards, the page’s fluctuating inner boundary is theoretically infinite, a vanishing point occurring wherever the texture gradient of the eye-line happens to converge in that now-frozen, now-fluid moment, caught there in the net of the panel borders.

It downpours

One thing I’ve tried to remain aware of when writing this review is that I’m basically a twat. Seriously. TBMD and Zom can ignore all the interviews and promo art – why can’t I? There’s a huge section of fandom out there who’ve had all this issue’s surprises spoiled for them, and it turns out I’m one of them. But there’s always hope; at least I haven’t changed my screen name to BRUCE WAYNE IS THE REAL BATMAN (I AM THE BATMAN) yet. No, my fandom hasn’t begun to occlude any enjoyment I may take from Batrob whatsoever, however I’d better start reigning it in if I’m going to do Grant’s new run any justice in my write-ups.

How would I feel about it all if I’d come to # 1 fresh?

Hmmm…..

You could listen to the similarly titled Motley Crüe song to accompany this post, but I’d advise against it. Bit rusty, hold on:

It’s all been done before, of course.

First!