The worst I can say about this one-shot, an installment in DC’s series paying tribute to various eras and creative teams for their most popular characters? It’s too expensive. Chop out the pointless reprint and charge me $2.99, and it’s about the perfect superhero comic book. Don’t most of the people who will buy this already have the reprint in their longboxes anyway? Story-wise, if you’re like me and have fond memories of the Alan Grant/Norm Breyfogle run on Batman from the early nineties, you will get a big kick out of this story. It reunites the creative team with one of their best creations, the villainous Ventriloquist and his mystical dummy, Scarface. It stirs in a bit of the fantastic with a dead mobster zombie resurrected by radioactive waste, and Grant probably approaches the tenuous philosophical underpinning of his story from too great a height. Any Batman comic book that features the caption “What is life?” on its second page might be gettin’ a bit above its raisin’. But as a kid who cut his comics teeth on these very Grant/Breyfogle books, it was a treat to return to that era. Let’s see more, DC.