Imagine a Gotham City that snaps together, brick by brick, ruled by an ego that roars louder than a jet engine. The film opens on a cargo plane, packed with laughing bombs. As the hatch shudders open, revealing the city lights like studs on a board below, Batman rockets in. His cape jitters, his grapples click against molded steel, and The Joker waits, grinning to be seen. He saves the day, str...
