Alan Grant's old Bat-book gets dragged into various line-wide bullshit, like an unexplained Bloodlines crossover immediately followed by the period where Azrael took over for a broken Bruce Wayne. Which, if nothing else, reminded me that they'd happened that close together – does that mean that sometimes when Tommy was mouthing off to the Bat in Hitman, it wasn't Bruce in there? There are also annoyances for which the blame can't so easily be laid elsewhere, like the Scarecrow's plot to become God of Fear, because he's outraged there are gods of so many things but none for that. You what? There are at least two, who have moons of Mars named after them, and occasionally crop up as Wonder Woman villains in this very universe. But even with such irritations, overall this is so much more satisfactory than modern Bat-books, with something of the same sensibility as the Burton films to which it's contemporary – more serious than the Adam West season, but never merely realistic. Artists like Blevins and Breyfogle bring an exaggerated sensibility and an air of dark carnival to proceedings, so that the Scarecrow, for instance, looks like some genuinely unnerving hybrid of two other Burton creations, Jack Skellington and Oogie Boogie, rather than a twat in a sack as per Nolan's effort. And elsewhere there's still room for little done-in-one pieces about, for instance, a no-mark who stumbles on Batman's secret identity (this at the point where he's still Bruce). There's also a pleasing willingness to come up with new villains, or dig deep for obscure old ones, and if the likes of the Tallyman haven't had the same longevity as other Grant creations like the Puppeteer, Scarface, or Szasz, they still contribute to a general sense of invention and abundance, as against the current tedious obsession with the sodding Joker and co. Sadly the collection does end with a three-parter which a) being set in Britain, and written by a 2000AD veteran, can't help but feel a bit Pat Mills in places and b) is part of the whole Knightquest bollocks, with a temporarily disabled Bruce trying to find his psychic healer/love interest who's been kidnapped along with Robin's sick dad and from this distance, one doesn't much like to be reminded of any of it. Even there, though, for a Green Knowe fan there is at least a lovely little Easter egg in Bruce adopting the alias Sir Hemingford Gray.