Colour comic-book style tattoo on an upper arm showing Batman, a bat signal and the Joker above a city skyline.

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Batman and Joker comic sleeve on upper arm

Neo-trad · Upper arm · Colour · Photo

The tattoo shows Batman in profile beside a yellow bat signal, with a city skyline behind him and the Joker laughing below with green hair and a purple suit. The linework is bold and dark, with flat colour fills in blue, grey, orange, yellow, purple and green that mimic vintage comic panels. The design wraps around the upper arm and continues down toward the elbow, with the lower section partly cropped by the frame.

Neo-trad Upper arm Batman Joker City skyline Superhero

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The signal lamp has been sticking since Tuesday, so Marjorie Quill sends you up the fire escape with a tin of contact cleaner and a thermos you are not supposed to drink from. Below, the streets of Saltmere Quay are sliding into that brown hour when the neon starts to matter more than the sun. Someone in the flats has a radio tuned to the late match, and the crowd rolls across the harbour like weather.

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The hatch sticks, then gives. The roof tar is still warm through your gloves, and the lamp sits on its iron cradle like a cartwheel that has forgotten how to roll. Its cut-tin bat is furred with pigeon grime. You scrape the lens, check the bulb, and look up. The city stacks itself against the dusk in grey teeth, every window lit or not lit, and the far bridge is a dark line you could draw with a ruler.

Then a laugh comes up from the street, high and wet and delighted. It belongs to nobody you know. Posters of a grinning man in a purple coat have been pasted on every lamppost since the weekend, and someone has scrawled HA HA HA across the ferry ticket booth in red paint that is still running. You turn the crank. The lamp grinds, shudders, and the yellow light goes up, cutting the bat clean across the low cloud.

For a moment the whole city looks up with you, and the laughing stops. You wipe your hands on your overalls, tuck the thermos under your arm, and climb back through the hatch. Behind you the bat keeps circling on the clouds, and there is nobody down there to answer it but you.