Part Two - MC Chris

You do not get the picture

My name is Dick not Richard

I live inside a haunted house

With a butler that’s a fixture

Always making up a mixture

For a mister with a migraine

I’m an unimportant orphan

It’s my Wayne or the highway

I spend the morning bored

When I used to sort a soar

The trapeze is my tradition

Now I’m wishing I was more

My parents love each other madly

Sadly fell to their grave

But a billionaire was there

And my life he then saved

He brought me to his castle

I’m a hassle and a half

Find I’m always getting lost

So I’ve drawn myself a map

I got tutors and computers

Fencing and gymnastics

But I teach them all new tactics

Tell my teachers to please fact check

Read the paper over breakfast

At a table for one

There’s a train off in the distance

It don’t bother me none

What I start reading is the pleading

Of my techniques being needed

By a giant bastard crone

‘Till they’re fallen and defeated

Wondering what it means

Can it be connected to my folks?

Does some holy hero hear my prayer?

I guess I’ll never know

If only I could have revenge

On the men that stole their breath

I wish I could reveal their plot

That dropped them to their death

Where is the justice for the fallen and fractured?

Are we irrelevant, I thought that we mattered?

Where is the Bat or is this circus just white trash?

Please do not pass, do we fall under your flight path?

Where is the league that’ll deal with these creeps

Should I be fighting like a Titan even though I’m a teen?

If the Batman has my back man then why haven’t I seen it?

Keep robbin' me of property, I oughta intervene

Every night I stare at the ceiling

Feeling unappealing

Either the wallpaper is peeling

Or I need to start dealing

I’m a zombie with insomia

Too fidgety for flannels

Spy the butler and my benefactor

Slide behind a panel

See the shelf resume its place

I haven’t got an inkling

Piano prints on these two keys

I press them without thinking

Can’t believe it, door that’s secret

Is a feature I now crave

There’s a pole that I descend

Who knows what the hell is in this cave?

I’m lost and it is freightning

No spotlights there to guide me

A creepy-crawly cavern

Where a billion bats are hiding

Not a place that’s so inviting

Still exciting to invade

I creep behind their whispers

'Till I find a haven safe

I’m behind a suit of armour

Made for riots maybe space

There are seven different versions

Of a certain cowl and cape

A cool collection of Kevlar

For a multitude of missions

One for underwater

One for arctic expeditions

There’s an underground river

There’s a rocket on a train track

Feeling in my liver that says

«Please go find your way back»

But I hear them in their plotting

I must know what they discuss

I pass a helcopter

Feel a bullfrog in my guts

I’m in a trophy room of treasures

Props of Gotham’s worst

I see a giant dinosaur

And my heart’s about to burst

A 1937 penny

That could fall on you and kill you

Perverted people will prefer

A misanthropic milieu

And yet I still continue

To have issues with this grotto

Down a corridor where there’s stored

Several different autos

They’re batmobiles, I start to feel

As if I should be leaving

As if I should be up my room

Upset and sad and grieving

Can’t resist, I clench my fist

Confront them at their console

«Who are you and what’s all this?

Include me in your council!»

«I'm Batman, that’s a fact and

I’m so sorry to mislead you

We’re hunting down your parents' killer

Now we really need you

Here’s a suit that I designed

Fine and moulded fitting

I need a sidekick at my side

To make sure my side is winning

So, you can just stop grinning

Say 'So long!'

to your past

Here’s a belt and cape, some tricks of trade

And don’t forget your mask" (No way!)

There is justice for the fallen and fractured

They’re not irrelevent, they totally matter

I’m with the Bat, no longer just white trash

I will not pass, you’re all under my flight path

There is a league that will deal with these creeps

There is a Titan who is fighting even though he’s a teen

The Batman has my back man, yo I didn’t beleive

Name is Robin, you’ll be throbbin, cause I’ll probably intervene