Movie Marquee Friday: Back to the Bat

And when the menu spoke to me in a whole other language too...
A flash and I am glittered back...

And yet I am pulled other ways as well...

On the third pass, I shine even brighter...

With just the open air and a song...

Feet, they are my strength...

The bones of my parents, tagged and numbered...

On aged wallpaper, the writer gets a late credit...

Strong, solid, the sewers trace the bat's heart...

The past is prologue, no identity required...

Higher up, swinging on art deco...