He presses it to the back of the priest’s right hand. The flesh hisses.
A child, peeking from a doorway, whispers to her mother: " Mira, mamá. El Caballero de la Noche. " i--- Batman Caballero De La Noche
" Buenas noches, buitres, " he growls, a voice like grinding gravel and rosary beads. He presses it to the back of the priest’s right hand
I--- Batman looms over him, the zarape dripping with oil and blood. The single bell in the tower above begins to toll midnight, pulled by a ghost (or by the wind). Each clang is a gunshot in the silence. peeking from a doorway
"Now every time you pray to your vulture," Batman says, "you will see who truly watches over this noche ."