If Batman really existed would he spend all of his time hanging out in bushes waiting for the occasional mugger, or go after the real criminals? The criminals who wreck people's lives behind the respectability of a uniform, suit, career path and pension plan? This book answers that simple question in the only way that it could possibly be answered, even though so many other comic book writers fail to even comprehend it. So we get no scenes of Batman chasing bank robbers. No scenes of Batman chasing crazy serial killers, and no scenes of Batman helping pretty damsels in distress. Instead we get Batman dealing with corrupt cops, politicians and the businessmen who pay for their services rendered. How refreshing to see criminality portrayed as it actually is for a change. Quick notes on other aspects of the book. There's no problems with style over substance here. The artwork is unobtrusive and fits with the narrative flow very well, complimenting but never distracting from the story that is being told. Frank Miller has obviously lived a little, and he knows how the world really works. There's no bad guys, just selfish jerks who enjoy using their positions of authority to screw people over. These people don't have tattoos and belong to motorcycle gangs. They aren't weird loners who can't get a girlfriend and so want revenge on the world. They are 'respectable' career goons who enjoy killing you with a smile and official seal of approval. Buy this book now. Nice one Frank.