This is the final act hinge where “Batman: Date Night” looks like it might finally push our hero to the point of a nervous breakdown, but then something happens that’s SO over-the-top that it takes the comedy to a whole new level of crazy, after even the characters have finished standing slack-jawed in amazement that things have gone this far, right?
Well then, sir. YOU shouldn’t have forgotten your safeword.
I really want to see Batman go all snot-faced, Dean Venture-crying beatdown on someone in the next panel.
It’s his own damn fault for trying to cut in line for the Wu-Tang concert with that “smoke bomb” bullshit. Everybody knows Wu-Tang ain’t nothing to fuck with.
Jeez, people get vicious when a new issue of Little Lulu comes out.
“…and quarterstaffs and dwarfs and delicious fruit-filled pies…”
(Next panel): But with God as my witness,
I’ll never go hungry again!
“…but I never could get the hang of Thursdays, Mr. Dent.”
This is the final act hinge where “Batman: Date Night” looks like it might finally push our hero to the point of a nervous breakdown, but then something happens that’s SO over-the-top that it takes the comedy to a whole new level of crazy, after even the characters have finished standing slack-jawed in amazement that things have gone this far, right?
Well then, sir. YOU shouldn’t have forgotten your safeword.
I really want to see Batman go all snot-faced, Dean Venture-crying beatdown on someone in the next panel.
It’s his own damn fault for trying to cut in line for the Wu-Tang concert with that “smoke bomb” bullshit. Everybody knows Wu-Tang ain’t nothing to fuck with.
Jeez, people get vicious when a new issue of Little Lulu comes out.
“…and quarterstaffs and dwarfs and delicious fruit-filled pies…”
(Next panel): But with God as my witness,
I’ll never go hungry again!
“…but I never could get the hang of Thursdays, Mr. Dent.”