There is a mention of Moriarty (yeah, that one). Damian tantrums, he’s a titch who needs a damn good trashing. He’s full of deep personal bitterness and is incredibly unpleasant. Who cares what the imperious malevolent egos want? Batman and The Shadow fight. Why is the Shadow immortal? Margo Lane is dead. Yeah, and? Nobody has amiability. There is no originality or creativity. People are ambivalent to decorum. This irritates and frustrates and has no downbeat realism.
“Society advances at our allowance. We hold the rudder of history.”