This city is afraid of me. I have seen its true face. The streets are extended gutters and the gutters are full of broken Legos and when the drains finally clog up with fractured plastic, all the Barbies will drown. The accumulated filth of Playdough and finger-paints will foam up about their waists and all the toddlers and parents alike will look up and shout "Save us!" ... and I'll whisper... "I'm Batman."