Don't touch that dial! Picking up right after the first season finale of the award-winning podcast, Batman: The Audio Adventures continues in this new seven-issue miniseries! A string of attacks has plagued Gotham’s seedy underbelly, sending criminals into a panic. But it’s not Batman who is striking at the heart of the city-it’s a group of mysterious assailants on the hunt for an ancient artifact. As Batman hunts down these assassins, he finds clues that keep drawing him to their true goal: the sword of King Scimitar! But what he learns about the sword reveals something far darker is brewing in the world. Collects Batman: The Audio Adventures #1-7, Batman: The Audio Adventures Special #1.
Since I was a kid, I had always prided myself on my discipline in the things that really mattered-in the weight room, on the court (forget the refs), defense, rebounding, in how I play the game. Off court was my business; but suddenly things had changed.After the motorcycle accident, my agent, Darren Prince, was so worried about my partying that he called in the cavalry, my former bodyguard, Wendell "Big Will" Williams-a six-foot-four-inch, 400-pound black man to whom people, including Dennis Rodman, tend to listen. Wendell was coming out of bodyguard retirement to make sure I did what I was supposed to do when I was supposed to do it. He started out strong at the Radio Music Awards in Las Vegas. It was exactly a week after the Treasures motorcycle crash. Despite my usual protests-"I don't want to do this. This is bullshit. It's not gonna help my career"-that afternoon Wendell managed to get me, sober no less, to this series of round-robin interviews with every radio station in America. This went on for hours before the actual awards show that night, and Wendell wouldn't let me drink. Afterwards, it was like I'd just run a marathon, and I went out by the pool to relax with a cool one while he went upstairs to shower. When Wendell got back down, I was wasted. This was all new to him. In the three years since he'd worked with me, I'd started spending much more time with my friend, Herr Jdgermeister, and this was his first time to see Dennis Rodman, Daytime Drunk.Darren was on my ass. Wendell was on my ass. My best friend, Thaer, was on my ass. Even my wife, Michelle, was on my ass. Anyway, after the motorcycle accident and my skid-row-drunk performance at the Radio Music Awards, ESPN satdown Michelle for an interview. "I'm done. I'm ready for a divorce," she told the interviewer. This from a woman who has "Mrs. Rodman" tattooed just above her butt in letters about an inch high.By the end of October 20
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