Doug Moench is, without a doubt, one of my least-favorite Batman writers of all time. His dialogue is clumsy and obvious, his prose is purple and tedious, and his stories lack any spark of creativity or wit. For instance, this collection features his two-parter about a serial-killing mailman, which was a pretty banal cliché even back in the '90s.
But it turns out, none of that matters here! Because Moench's scripts are merely a loose framework for Kelley Jones to build his INCREDIBLE artwork onto. And all of Moench's weaknesses become strengths when paired with Jones' pencils.
Kelley Jones' artwork is EXTREMELY expressionistic-- conveying moods and ideas with heightened, abstracted visuals without being bound by spatial or practical concerns. He also draws heavy visual inspiration from silent film, and particularly German expressionist horror: there's a close-up shot of Robin that looks REMARKABLY like a supporting character from Nosferatu, complete with black lipstick and floppy hair.
There are things about this book that don't sit well here and there-- like a bizarre recurring subplot where Alfred becomes increasingly bitter and worried about Bruce, uh, going on dates with a woman (Vesper Fairchild, the running love interest in the book). It's just baffling to see Alfred getting upset that Bruce is getting too comfortable in a normal, healthy relationship and possibly jeopardizing his obsessive, unhealthy crime-fighting mission, rather than it being the other way around.
But aside from that little caveat, these are delightfully simple, moody stand-alone horror tales (and the occasional straightforward "superhero battles supervillain" issues, which stand out like a sore thumb), told with enough style to make up for the writer's melodramatic leanings. It's great stuff!