"In America, it has been, for so long now, the belief that guns designed to kill people indifferently and in great numbers can be widely available and not have it end with people being killed, indifferently and in great numbers." The New Yorker
All huddle in midnight vigil.
They wait for paid violence to awake.
Dark menace finally rises up
To uncoil out of the silver pages.
Then bullets litter the air.
Special effects, they think.
Fire metals pierce
Flesh, bones and fiction.
Cellphones ring unanswered
In the pockets of dead children.
Popcorn kernels litter the exodus
While Gotham reels empty after the carnage.
Pilgrims welcome the refuge outside.
Almighty Bruce redeems his masses back to reality.
"It is the implicit bargain every moviegoer makes. You buy your ticket, you go into an auditorium full of people you don't know, you look toward the front of the room, the lights go down -- and in the darkness, you are safe. The movies promise us a happy ending, a return to the familiar world we know" (When it's not 'only a movie').
Alas, no more of that fiction beyond the film.