In Gotham, there was a dilapidated amusement park, the “Gotham Playland”. You know the kind. Kiddie rides that had not been updated since they were installed in 1985. Concession stands where the paint on the counters was so worn, you can see where people rested their elbows, waiting for their funnel cake and soft hot pretzels. Old midway-games, like the ones that boast a “Prize for Every Player”, plush bears larger than the child who wants to win them, and where you throw a dart into a field of balloons, to win a meager prize (no more worthy than that of the dollar store), just to realize the scheme that you need to win seven, in order to “trade-up” to that mega-bear your child is eye-ing.