Bat- Mhoram: A Bat-Man / Chronicles of Thomas Covenant crossover
Written by Tom Cummins
Based on characters created by Stephen R. Donaldson and Bob Kane.
Copyright held by others.

Through the shadowy evening mist, High Lord Mhoram crept along the rain-slicked streets of Gotham with deliberate purpose and intent. His short cropped, brown hair flopped about his face as he quickly turned to inspect each alleyway he would pass. The intermittent streetlights provided only scant illumination but he used his peculiar percipience to probe the darkness more adeptly than normal human eyes could decipher. He clutched his staff under his right arm with both hands as if it could guide him to his objective. Finally Mhoram halted. He sensed a great wrong in the air and was certain there was something terrible nearby. At the next alley he cautiously entered and was greeted by a ghastly scene. There upon the ground was the body of a man. One of two missing people of whom he had been searching. Mhoram recognized him as the anchor of the Gotham 6 o'clock news. His coat tie had been stuffed in his mouth and his face was stretched into a hideously wide grin. Sticking out of his jacket pocket was a single playing card. “Joker.” Mhoram hissed through his clenched teeth. He slowly stooped toward the pavement and dabbed his fingers in the pool of red fluid gathering near the man's head. Squeezing the blood between his thumb and index finger, the High Lord deduced that less than thirty minutes had elapsed since the killing. His adversary was nearby. Mhoram suddenly stood and bolted down the alley at a run. There among stacks of old wooden crates at the alley's end stood five men and a woman tied up with brilliant green ropes. She hopped constantly trying to keep her balance, and her eyes were wide with fear above her gagged mouth.

“Have you come to save the day hero?” The Joker stood behind the four burly men for protection. “I've been wondering how many innocents I would have to kill to get a clue through that thick medieval skull of yours.” The Joker's high-pitched voice scaled to a note of strained hysteria. “We must have closure you and I. You have been meddling in business you can't possibly understand and now you are going to pay for that indiscretion with flesh!”

Mhoram acted instinctively. He quickly gauged the size and position of the men before him and then sprung into action. Leaping into the air and whirling his staff above his head he shouted with all the strength his lungs could muster. “Melenkurion abatha! Duroc minas mill khabaal!”

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