THOU ART MY PREY, BATMAN!

— “The name’s Aculard — Count Aculard!” — “Bruce Wayne. Pleased to meet you.” — “Likewise…” — “I’ve heard so much about you, Mr. Wayne.” — “Don’t believe the hype, I say.” — (grins) “A sense of humor, I see. Good, you’ll need one after I’m done with you and your precious Gotham City!” — “Excuse me…?” — “You are not fooling anyone, Mr. Wayne. Or perhaps I should address the cape and cowl conspiracy!” — “What gave it away?” — “It is a scent you give off — a stench!” — “And here I thought I was part of the civilized world.” — (grins) “Who will you cry to then when this world of yours CEASES to exist?” — “You have a way with words, mister, uh —“ — (interrupts) “Count Aculard!” — “Let’s cut through the chase… COUNT DRAC! I’ve come ‘ere to make you a proposition.” — “Go on…” — “Ever heard of ‘fisticuffs’?” — “You’re proposing a ‘duel’?” — “That’s right — I challenge you to a 12 round BOXING match. Last man standing — wins!” — “Go home, Batman. Prepare. But PRAY… for thou art my PREY!”