Batman hung up his cape 10 years ago. Since he's been in retirement, Gotham City has been run into the ground, overrun with crime and corruption. Bruce Wayne is stuck in his past, reliving the night of his parents' murder over and over. With Gotham falling apart around him and his mental state falling apart within, he comes out of retirement, determined to clean the city and cleanse his troubled mind. Unfortunately for him, he's been away from crime-fighting for ten years--and his body is a decade out of practice for hand-to-hand combat with thugs. And if he manages (with the help of a new Robin) to take down Gotham's most notorious psychopaths, will he survive the subsequent war among the superheroes? 
 I guess you could make a case for this being post-apocalyptic, but it's dicey--the only apocalypse is that crime has been allowed to run rampant without its caped crusader. And I feel like there are a couple of stories getting jammed together here--the one of Batman coming out of retirement to clean up Gotham, and the one where he lures other superheroes in just to (he hopes) defeat them. Even though he's been off his game for a decade now. 
 I want to love this. Every fiber of my Bat-Nerd self should eat this book up. But ... it just doesn't do it for me. And that makes me sad. Do I only like crappy Batman comics, and not the good ones? Is this it for my erudite disguise?