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Batman And Son by Grant Morrison (Author), Andy Kubert (Illustrator), Jesse Delperdang (Illustrator), John Van Fleet (Illustrator)
Just finished this book and I was pleasantly surprised with an inclusion of a Joker story written in storybook format. It’s a well-written tale of the Joker’s recovery in Arkham Asylum after being shot by a Batman impostor. Like reading a Gaiman novel, Morrison vividly described every scene in every paragraph as if it was animated in comic book panels.

Excerpt from “The Clown At Midnight Interlude” story arc: 
“Black against the foundry glare of corporate signatures written large as houses, a jet figurehead, mounted on a marble and iron plinth 250 feet high on top of Gotham Center, he wraps himself in crackling shadows and reads the fumes and divines the luminous car-headlight entrails that spill from the belly of the Beast. He smells the night and its nine million lives, soaks in its pheromones, its chemistry, its individual emotions carried as scent molecules on the breath of the city. He immerses himself in the perspiration, its animal dynamics, tastes its moods, its metals.”

Batman And Son by Grant Morrison (Author), Andy Kubert (Illustrator), Jesse Delperdang (Illustrator), John Van Fleet (Illustrator)

Just finished this book and I was pleasantly surprised with an inclusion of a Joker story written in storybook format. It’s a well-written tale of the Joker’s recovery in Arkham Asylum after being shot by a Batman impostor. Like reading a Gaiman novel, Morrison vividly described every scene in every paragraph as if it was animated in comic book panels.


Excerpt from “The Clown At Midnight Interlude” story arc:

“Black against the foundry glare of corporate signatures written large as houses, a jet figurehead, mounted on a marble and iron plinth 250 feet high on top of Gotham Center, he wraps himself in crackling shadows and reads the fumes and divines the luminous car-headlight entrails that spill from the belly of the Beast. He smells the night and its nine million lives, soaks in its pheromones, its chemistry, its individual emotions carried as scent molecules on the breath of the city. He immerses himself in the perspiration, its animal dynamics, tastes its moods, its metals.”

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