Batman (Vol. 1), Issue #484 – “Warpaint”

* Part 2 of 14 of the Batman: Prelude to Knightfall event *

Welcome to Loneliness & Cheeseburgers Presents: Batman (Vol. 1), Issue #484 – “Warpaint”! In the previous installment of the Prelude to Knightfall story, we get a big fat Bane origin story! He grew up in a maximum security prison and learned how to hate everything and love himself and strive for power over everyone and everything. You know, like an asshole.

Once he learns about Gotham City, Bane’s obsession becomes about killing Batman. That’s all he wants to do now is kill Batman. So he meets Batman and tells him he’ll kill him some day.

And that’s pretty much it. Batman was like “get in line, pal” but we’ll see how shaken up he actually is about all this.


Batman (Vol. 1), Issue #484 [September, 1992]
Written by: Doug Moench
“Warpaint”

Batman (Vol. 1), Issue #484

Nighttime in Midtown Gotham, the time and location for every scene ever in any given Batman comic book. A couple of mooks in masks break into a jewelry store to steal “the goods” and burn the place down to the ground. Mook #2 sloshes gas all over the place and accidentally burns his mask when lighting the fire. What a mook. “Leave it!” says Mook #1. “We gotta get outta here!”

Sirens blare in the distance while the two run off. The flames in the jewelry store flicker quite beautifully! The owner of the store was across town at the time, he didn’t even hear about it until the next morning because nobody bothered to text him on his iPhone 15 Pro Max. And that man’s name… was Wayne Bruce! Eh, close enough.

Bruce spends the morning discussing the problem with Morgan Freeman’s own Lucius Fox. When he finally arrives on the scene, he’s mobbed by the press. “Mr Wayne!” here, and “Oh, Mr. Wayne!” there. Who started the fire? Well, it was always burning since the world’s been turning. Let’s just thank our lucky fucking stars that no one was hurt… except that guy. *points to burn victim*

Some broad named Vicki approaches Bruce. “It was hardly accidental, Bruce, and you know it.” Well, Bruce sort of knows it, but he’s in denial about it. For one thing, accidents happen! For another thing, this is Gotham City, baby! The safest city this side of the Mississippi!

Vicki thinks this whole operation stinks like fish. It’s almost as if someone just wanted to assault the building than to commit robbery or petty arson. Almost as if… gasp! Someone was trying to rake it in on the insurance!

Bruce is like “hey bitch, I’m rich.” Well, maybe it was Branston, the jeweler himself, looking to collect on the insurance for stolen merchandise. Bruce thinks that’s a crazy bananas theory! Anyway, wanna go to lunch and fuck in Bruce’s lavish manor, Vicki my fine lady? No? Ha! Next time then, baby.

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Maybe the millionaire playboy should just hang it up and watch episodes of Law & Order all day. No one is making you fight crime, dingus.

He feels suddenly fragmented, each side torn apart and distorted by the other. The synergy is no longer forming a perfect whole. And Bruce Wayne, he realizes, has already lost some of his edge…

It’s hard being Batman by night and stinky smelly Bruce Wayne by day. Believe me, I’ve tried.

When nighttime falls again, Bruce feels better. The shadows invigorate him! Darkness is like a giant can of tasty, tasty Red Bull! So much adrenaline! So much… zzzzzz….

Whut! Wake up! There’s investigation to be done! Batman scopes out the jewelry store and discovers the mask among the wreckage. He takes it back to the Batcave for DNA analysis probably. Hopefully he’s not going to bone the mask. Bruce is a little frisky still after being turned down by Vicki. And that mask looks awfully tempting

Meanwhile, at the Sionis Family Crypt in Ravenswood Cemetary (where the burgers are 33% off on Fridays), some raving lunatic jaws on about masks. He’s Black Mask, and he’s got a hundred masks just waiting for heads and faces! “I will make you rich!” he addresses the small audience in front of him. “In return, you must serve me in other ways – in matters not of loot but of vengeance. There is one who must pay for destroying my former identity… one who must died for giving birth to my new identity – for creating Black Mask.”

Black Mask is a salty boy for sure. He also looks like a lump of dark blue shit, so I’d be mad too if I was reduced to a lump of dark blue shit.

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Hey man, you got Richard Nixon??

Black Mask stops a guy named Tattoo. He’s got a face fulla tattoos so he already wears a permanent mask. Back off.

The topic quickly switches to Tattoo’s prowess with a gun. He’s about to shoot up a Starbucks full of kids and get away in 11 seconds! Very good! But how is he without a gun? Better! And with a THAP and a CHUD, Tattoo punches a guy named Tupeng in the face and chin area. KRATCH! Nose broken. That’s grounds for demotion, loser! Tattoo is now Black Mask’s new lieutenant. There will be a pizza party in the breakroom shortly. Afterwards, wear your masks and be gone! *throws stink bomb* Fuck the cemetery! We’re going to to find some new headquarters. Better headquarters! A place without dead people everywhere, preferably.

Oh great, Robin is in this comic. Chris O’Donnell. Nobody cares. He enters the Batcave where Bruce is evaluating the mask. He tells Robin that this is the third building of his that has been burned down, causing Robin to go “Jiminy Jillikers!”

Spoke too soon! Lucius Fox calls up Bruce to tell him there’s been a fourth arson down at the ol’ Grayspire Building where they sell sausages and Legos. Fox is worried that the media connects all the dots, but Bruce tells his friend to calm down and shut the fuck up. It’s not like they can dodge publicity forever, you know what I mean? Look on the bright side: insurance payouts!

Fox reminds him that his insurance will be cancelled if all his buildings keep burning down. Plus, tenants are starting to bail out of the not-burned-down-yet buildings. Bruce analyzes the mask by throwing Pop Rocks and Pepsi on it.

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It’s good to see that even Bruce Wayne can be convinced that fires are bad.

Fox tells Bruce that Commissioner Gordon will try to do what he can to mitigate this whole issue, but don’t expect much. Budget cuts have reduced him to a barrel with suspenders. Even better than Gordon is that they hired more building security! Now there’s a concept!

Bruce has determined that the mask is made of latex! Robin is now tasked with investigating every company that makes or sells latex. lol. In about two minutes and twenty seconds, Robin connects the mask to Hollywood and their movie studios. Cool lead, bro. Let me know when you swing 2,500 miles to Los Angeles.

Alfred – who fucks, by the way – tells Bruce that the Batsignal has been spotted in the Eastern Seaboard. Put on your MASK, as it were, and hightail it to Police HQ. There will be a Salisbury steak waiting for you when you get home.

Batman and Robin hit the town! They meet up with Gordon, who looks buff and burly today. Batman has been thinking about connecting the arsons to recently escaped Arkham inmates and has determined that a man named Roman Sionis fits the bill to both light fires and have masks. Also, he murdered a bunch of Wayne Foundation directors. Also, he tried to murder Bruce Wayne. He’s a no-good, dirty, rotten scoundrel! And we’re gonna get ‘im!

A woman named Sarah comes out to talk to Gordon about his relationship with Batman. She doesn’t approve! He argues with her, but Sarah’s not having it! Not tonight, Jim! Not tonight! “Maybe I just resent him… for more personal reasons,” she says. You see, she thinks Jim Gordon is strong and tough and full of Wheaties and that Batman is a horrible influence on him.

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Now let’s put this unpleasantness behind us and visit Wayne Manor. I hear Alfred Pennyworth makes a mean Salisbury steak!

“So who is this Roman Sionis anyway?” asks Robin as the Batmobile streaks across the road.

“A bad man, Robin,” Batman responds, talking to Robin like he’s eight years old. And rightfully so. “Who destroyed himself to be reborn as something much worse.”

Batman goes over Sionis’ whole life story. He came from a rich family. His parents were friends with Bruce’s parents. He was always a weird kid. His parents died in a very suspicious fire when he was a young adult, and he inherited everything including a cosmetics company. He ruined the cosmetics company with a shitty idea. He also spent almost all his money on masks, if you can believe it! Then he started selling waterproof makeup that wasn’t properly tested, resulting in nothing but lawsuits, lawsuits, lawsuits! A total fucking loser, this kid.

The Wayne Foundation bailed him out with the caveat that a new foundation-approved board of directors would be appointed. Then his girlfriend, Circe, left him. Then he carved a mask out of his father’s casket, if you can believe it! Now he’s fully branded as Black Mask and he’s got one hell of a vendetta against the Wayne Foundation even though they literally bailed him out. Really makes you think.

Black Mask started killing some enemies via waterproof makeup on masks and then the guys wear the masks and then their faces get horribly burned. Grisly and poetic. Or something to that effect.

One day, Black Mask decided to burn down the ol’ Sionis Estate for funsies. He was just about to run into the estate to kill himself, but then Batman saved him. In all the merriment, Black Mask’s mask was burned to his face permanently. Then he was sent to Arkham where he escaped 45 minutes later. And now he’s back to seek his ReeeEEeeEeeEeeevenge!

While Batman jabberjaws about shit that’s literally for Robin’s benefit and nobody else’s, Black Mask’s cronies are sweeping the city looking for recruits.

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She’ll put a hex on you, or cough on you or something. Beware!

They find Circe, who is deformed by acid makeup, and tell her it’s time to say high to Black Mask again. They outfit her with a mask that sort of looks like her old pretty face. Sort of. Then they find a guy interested in joining up; he gets a skull mask. This is like that one Zelda game! You know, the one that sucks!

Time to get initiated into the False Face Society, new guy. Or FFS, as the kids say. Initiation is basically just “burn down this building over here.” And with a SLSH and a SPSH he dumps gasoline all over the floor. And with a PLUFT, Batman and Robin enter the building. Yes, that’s right, I said “PLUFT”. Fight me about it.

Batman (Vol. 1), Issue #484

Go SWUKK yourself, buddy.

Batman tells Robin to inform Alfred and Lucius Fox that Wayne Industries is hiring from the wrong security agency, apparently. Meanwhile, Bruce will dress up as a the new Skullhead Guy in order to assuage Black Mask’s discontent with the situation. “I’m a fairly big man – as big as the Batman,” Bruce tells him as Skullheadface. That’ll do it.

Oh, whoops, Black Mask has taken Lucius Fox as a hostage. Black Mask has decided to declare war, and he has the cahones to prove it!

And here they are! *whips open trench coat*

Final Thoughts

Oh snap, this isn’t about Bane! This isn’t about Bane at all! Black Mask sounds like a shitty villain, though, and I look forward to his inevitable downfall. And by that I mean down he will fall. Into a well.

The Dragon Reborn (Book 3) – Chapter 48: “Following the Craft”

The Wheel of Time - Book 3 - The Dragon Reborn

Egwene, Nynaeve, and Elayne finally arrive at Tear. They’ve been seasick the whole time. So much vomit. But finally, dry land! The first thing Egwene notices is the huge mountain-like construction of the Stone of Tear. Egwene and Elayne discuss the Stone, but Nynaeve tells them both to shut up to avoid being conspicuous.

To find Liandrin, Elayne thinks hiring a thief-taker like Hurin is a good idea. For now, the women look for a place to stay that’s not an inn. You know. Inconspicuousness. Eventually, they come across a little house in the city with Wisdom-like herbs out front and Nyneave is like “hell yeah, this is the place”. The house is owned by Mother Guenna, a Tear version of a Wisdom. She invites them in.

After Nynaeve and Guenna spend many minutes quizzing each other tumultuously about herbs, Egwene snaps at Nynaeve to shut it. Mother Guenna’s name is Ailhuin, and Nynaeve asks her for a room for the night. Ailhuin has not one, not two, but three, count ’em three spare rooms, but the caveat is that she needs to hear a really good reason why they want to stay at her place. Nynaeve answers half-truthfully: they are chasing down murderous, dangerous women. They’re Darkfriends. Ailhuin sympathizes and will help by bringing in a thief-taker named Juilin Sandar. He’ll set bear traps and such.

Egwene lets it slip that Nynaeve is learning the manipulation tactics of an Aes Sedai like Moiraine. Elayne slaps her smile right off her fucking face and says “look, bitch, don’t let Ailhuin hear anything or else she might blab blab blab and we’ll be dead. Fool.”

Egwene is like “fine.”

And I’m like “cool.”

The Dragon Reborn (Book 3) – Chapter 47: “To Race the Shadow”

The Wheel of Time - Book 3 - The Dragon Reborn

With his business finished, Mat is led out of the Palace by Tallanvor. On his way out, Tallanvor gives the original guard shit for not letting in a young man who had an OFFICIAL SEALED ENVELOPE FROM THE DAUGHTER-HEIR. Tallanvor, when they’re alone, leans… in… real… close… and asks Mat if he knows about Sheriam. Mat doesn’t. Tallanvor gets weird and wistful about it, like he fucked Sheriam in a past life, then lets Mat go about his day.

Back at the library of the Queen’s Blessing, Gill and Thom are still playing their 10-hour game of stones. TIME TO GO, GENTLEMEN. Mat’s outta this popsicle stand. Thom asks what the hurry is, they just got here. Mat ignores him and asks Gill about Gaebril. There’s a lot of boring stuff about Gaebril, mostly that he sucks and looks like Jon Hamm. He showed up while Morgase was in Tar Valon, and she was so happy with how he handled things that she made him her advisor. But what’s his angle? Can’t be a ruling king, there ain’t no ruling kings in Andor. Only women can rule. Hmm…

Mat spills the beans about Gaebril’s plan to kill Elayne. And also Egwene and Nynaeve, sort of, as an afterthought. Thom suggests spreading a “rumor” and let the whole city know within a couple of days. Gill is down for that, he’s good at hiding and being the patient zero of rumors.

Thom is tired and wants Mat to wait until the next morning to leave for Tear, but Mat doesn’t want to wait. So Thom’s like “I guess being in Caemlyn longer than I have to might get me killed”. They plan on moving on to Aringill and catching a ship to Tear from there.

And the adventure continues. Yawn.

Silk (Vol. 2), Issue #2

* Part 2 of 6 of the Sinister storyline *

Welcome to Loneliness & Cheeseburgers Presents: Silk (Vol. 2), Issue #2! In the previous installment, Silk has been getting acclimated to outside-the-bunker life pretty well… except for the fact that she’s a good guy pretending to be a bad guy pretending to be a good guy, I guess. She’s working with Mockingbird to bring down her reputation in order to get on the good side of some of the bad guys S.H.I.E.L.D. is trying to apprehend, like Black Cat. It’s not going so well so far; the public still thinks Silk is a hero. Which she IS! But she doesn’t want to look like she is. It’s complicated.

Meanwhile, the Goblin King is up against Black Cat, just like S.H.I.E.L.D., so Silk is going to get involved with Goblin King soon and it’s gonna get bloody and gorey and sexy.

And Silk is trying to find her parents. Good luck with that one, chumpette.


Silk (Vol. 2), Issue #2 [February, 2016]
Written by: Robbie Thompson

Silk (Vol. 2), Issue #2

Black Cat and Silk are kicking some Hydra ass right now. They win. “You did good tonight, Silk,” Black Cat tells her later after the fray. There’s another guy with a blond ponytail sticking out of his mask, which looks infinitely stupid. I don’t know his name, but I’m going to call him Ponytail Jones.

“We’re hitting an Alechmax facility tonight,” says Black Cat, smirking. “Nine on the dot.”

They’ve been stealing all this weird tech – armor, batteries – and Silk wants to know what it’s all going to be for. Ponytail Jones tells her to put a sock in it and just continue with the punching and the kicking and the “oh it hurts please stop”. “Great,” Silk thinks. “Cat’s been stealing tech all over town for weeks. And I have no idea why. Just have to keep earning her trust. Maybe I’ll do that after a nap.” But there’s no time for a nap, because Silk just now realizes that the sun is coming up and it’s time for her shift at the Daily Bugle! D’oh!

Cindy’s sleepiness draws the attention of her hipster stoner coworkers. One of them, Lola, asks what’s going on. Cindy puts a sock in it. It’s what she does best these days.

A package sits on Cindy’s desk. She opens it up and finds an envelope addressed to “Silk”, which makes her panic as all get-out. It holds a return address to the middle of nowhere. A return address to the middle of nowhere in a sealed envelope addressed to “Silk”. She turns to the intern and asks who left this pile of turds on her desk, but the intern doesn’t know. It’s not from him, that’s for ding-dang sure, and he puts all the mail on everyone’s desk! Why? What’s in it? Cookies? Is it cookies? Hey, where are you going?

Silk (Vol. 2), Issue #2

There’s a gremlin on the side of the train!

After catching up on work with zero sleep, Cindy goes all Silky and swings around trying to figure out who could know her secret identity and why they’re trying to contact her at her place of business. “Thing is… my Silk Sense isn’t tingling. Maybe whoever left this note… is an ally? Maybe? Please?”

Or maybe Goblin Nation sent the note and she’s walking into a tarp! I mean, trap. Trap is what I meant.

The address leads Silk to a manhole near an arrow, pointing down, painted on the wall of the building. “That’s not creepy. Nope. Not even a little.” She looks exasperated as she descends into the sewer’s catacombs. There’s something familiar about this place. Oh, wait, that’s the smell of poop.

Silk rounds a corner and spots two goblins patrolling. One has a Mr. Spock Vulcan haircut. Silk leaps up into a ventilation shaft and tries to slink down the pipe. A few dozen feet later, she hears voices that don’t sound much like guards. They sound like busy beavers! Or, rather, goblin teenagers hanging out in a room filled with bunk beds. They all look like they’re having a gay old time to me. As she peaks through a vent, it gives away and Silk falls into the room with a CRUSH THUD WHIIIIRRR OINK.

Silk wants to help, but the goblin kids start fucking freaking out and proceed to try kicking her ass because a) she might work for Black Cat, and b) how rude to barge in like this! Since there are about 20 kids in the room, she goes down pretty quickly. BUT, ‘LO, SUDDENLY a figure dressed like an electrical bat enters the room and flashes a bright-ass light in everyone’s eyeballs, saving Silk from the pile of Angry Goblin Children. She then tries to help again, but these kids want to punch her face, so it’s not working very well at all, honestly. Then a goblin pulls a fire alarm and initiates a defeaning noise.

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At least we have a couple of KFC Famous Bowls waiting for us at home!

The electric bird zaps and poofs out of the room as quick as he/she came, leaving Silk in the dust. “I’ll see myself out, then,” she says despondently. “Well, this is perfect. I have Goblin Nation goons chasing after me. And I’m late to a heist. Multi-tasking really isn’t my thing.”

She finds her way out of the sewer and swings around town thinking about who she calls the “Smoky Mystery Dude”. Who is he? From whence did he come? Was he there to help? And WHY did he smell like Hormel Chili?

Silk lands on a roof to meet up with Black Cat and Ponytail Jones. She is late for her “nine on the dot” call time, but she was trying to investigate Goblin Nation. Well, Ponytail Jones (“Shrike”, but I like “Ponytail Jones” better) will follow up with Goblin Nation, ma’am. For now, they’ve got bigger fish to fry! Well, maybe not bigger fish. Maybe just other fish.

They infiltrate the building and steal another suitcase full of tasty, tasty tech. When they emerge back to the rooftop, they see a news helicopter hovering over them. “This is all kinds of bad,” Silk thinks, eyes wide as dinner plates. She recognizes it as NOT a Fact Channel copter, which is going to piss off the great J. Jonah J. J. Jameson. At least, though, it’ll help Silk’s bad reputation, so she’s got that going for her. *Joan Jett music plays in the background*

Silk (Vol. 2), Issue #2

JJJ is going to call AAA before heading off to his meeting with the KKK.

Black Cat is waiting on the street for Silk. “You did great tonight, kid,” she lies. “Killer Shrike followed up on your Goblin Nation lead. We need to take care of them once and for all.” If Silk helps with that, then she’s part of the Bad Club for Bad Dudes and Also Bad Ladies (BCBDABL, they’re working on the acronym).

Silk intends to retire for the evening, but hahaha the sun is coming up again. Second day in a row with zero sleep, loser. Have fun yawning right in Jameson’s beady-eyed little face.

“ANALOG!” yells Jameson. “How did we miss this story!” He points to a TV showing Silk traipsing around rooftops.

“What the hell is going on with Silk?” asks a voice across the room. “Has Silk gone bad?”

It’s Peter Parker in a sharp-ass pinstripe suit, and he’s staring daggers at the now-sheepish Cindy. Ulp!

Final Thoughts

Get that fuckin’ guy out of here! It’s not like Cindy Moon pops into every Spider-Man comic and guys “hey man whatcha doin’?” MEN FEEL THE NEED TO HORN THEMSELVES INTO EVERYTHING, DON’T THEY? Now I’m pissed. Fuck you, Peter Parker.

Tom’s Top 5 Albums of 2024

I’ve had a rough year. Between the election results of the absolute shithole country I live in, the months upon months of anxiety leading up the election that caused me a couple of days of absolute misery, a grueling work schedule, a brief bout of acute depression, and did I mention the election…? In short, in a year that was probably teeming with great new music I found myself sticking with familiar favorites. Classic rock and jazz dominated my daily listening. I grew fond of ’60s garage rock over the summer. I listened to a glut of Frank Zappa, Jethro Tull, and King Crimson. John Zorn, Sun Ra, and Anthony Braxton scratched that avantgarde itch. In short, I didn’t have the capacity to delve into most of what 2024 had to offer. Absorbing new music was just not a hobby I was able to engage myself in at all.

Nevertheless, I managed to scrounge up five — not twenty-five — albums that I could deem worthy of praise in a year I just couldn’t be bothered. Here’s to 2025. Hopefully I can get back on track.


#5 – The Jesus Lizard – Rack

The Jesus Lizard returns 26 years later with a fantastic album that, for all intents and purposes, picks up exactly where they left off. In fact, it may even pick up where they were pre-Shot. David Wm. Sims is tight with the thick bass. Duane Denison is relentless with the loud, crunchy guitar. David Yow is well into his 60s and he can still sound like a yelping baboon when he wants to. You can tell a lot of care went into this record, proving that these old fucks can still make noise rock that is noisier than noise rock counterparts who are 40 years younger.


#4 – Drug Church – PRUDE

Drug Church toes the line between hardcore, post-hardcore, alt-rock, and grunge. It’s a four-cornered line. And with each passing album, this four-cornered line gets blurred further. While I fell in love with 2022’s Hygiene, 2024’s PRUDE is still growing on me. Sure, the hard punches of “Mad Care” is fun. And the R.E.M.-esque jangle rhythm of “Hey Listen” is interesting. But a lot of it doesn’t tread new ground for this innovative band. In spite of this, I listened to PRUDE more than a lot of other new albums in 2024 so I have to include it. I just have to. No, I have to. I have to.


#3 – Opeth – The Last Will and Testament

Opeth was my first foray into progressive metal. Hell, they were my first foray into harsh vocals in general. Understandably, I have a soft spot for them. But The Last Will and Testament is especially notable because it sees a return to the harsh vocals we haven’t heard since 2008’s Watershed. But that’s not the only thing that’s special about this record! Finally, for the first time in years, Opeth sounds fresh and exciting. Cool. Calculated. It grooves and swings and even bops. It’s a perfect fusion of progressive rock and death metal. These guys have still got it, and it’s reassuring to hear after what I consider to be four disappointing Opeth records in a row since 2011.


#2 – Sleepytime Gorilla Museum – of the Last Human Being

I’m as surprised as you are that Sleepytime Gorilla Museum dropped a fourth album 17 years after their third album! I thought these guys were done, but 2024 saw a blissful reunion of their off-kilter avantgarde metal music to my awaiting ears. These artful Berklee nerds create an enthralling mix of mock cabaret, jazz-punk, experimental avant-rock, industrial electronics, and a percussion section consisting of trash can lids and restaurant equipment. I’m in heaven!


#1 – Charly Bliss – Forever

Is it possible to be nostalgic for something and have no idea what it might be? Perhaps, in Forever‘s case, it might be earlier Charly Bliss albums! More likely, it’s the kind of late-’90s power pop pioneered by the likes of Fountains of Wayne. The kind of post-grunge music I remember from when I was about ten years old. There’s something about Eva Hendricks’ breathy, yet powerful, voice and the bright, ambitious melodies that evokes this sense of longing for an earlier, simpler time! In short, this album rules if you want to be wistful in your year-end reviews, that’s for sure. I listened to this more than any other 2024 album, so in the top of the list it goes.