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Criminals are a superstitious cowardly lot, so my disguise must be able to strike terror into their hearts. I must be a creature of the night, black, terrible... a... a... [...] a bat! That's it! It's an omen... I shall become a bat!
— Bats
Criminals are a superstitious cowardly lot, so my disguise must be able to strike terror into their hearts. I must be a creature of the night, black, terrible... a... a... [...] a bat! That's it! It's an omen... I shall become a bat!
The sun was set; the night came on apace,And the hoarse owl his woeful dirges sings.
Far different there from all that charm'd before,But silent bats in drowsy clusters cling.
Ere the bat hath flownHis cloister'd flight.
On the bat's back I do flyAfter summer merrily.
