Her black hair's flying in the breeze,
As she accelerates her red Ferrari.
This memory's just right to freeze,
Stops the car at Armani.
Awaits the manager, with fat a parcel,
Those she meets, she'll bespell.
Pocket your prized possessions,
A hobby, now an obsession.
High heeled and lethal is she,
She parks right by the bat mobile.
The Dark Knight in darkness awaits,
Her lovely pearls, her past retrace.
Many she's fooled, but not him,
Her innocently malicious eyes, never dim.
Over Gotham city, they secretly rule,
Other evil minds, they ridicule.
Phantoms, gone in the blink of an eye,
The Bat blade now hers to keep.
Ask not where, what, how or why,
For their crazy sanity is far, far too deep.
