"Did you ever dance with the devil in the pale moonlight"?

If you did, did you look him in the eye? Did you dance the poison out of your soul, and dance the devil back into his hole? Well, you better say never, because the dance with the devil might last you forever.

Or, as Urban Dictionary notes, one could read the line metaphorically as being about taking great risks for a questionable reward. We could talk about that too.

I answered no. I feel safer, though, knowing that (as of this moment) there are no less than five Batmans (Batmen?) on the Dope.

I hitchhiked across the country by myself when I was 20.

I moved across the country without a job waiting for me when I got there.

I’m Batman.

I don’t know about the rest of those freaks wearing spandex and black underwear, but I am the Batman.
The real and only one.
Black Knight and all of that.

And just for the record, I am straight.

I am Batman.

And now there are 8 Batmen, out of 15 responses, proving that a majority of Dopers are Batman.

I’m Spartacus! I mean, Batman.

I’m the one and only Batman, dammit, and if you say I’m not, I’m taking my bat cape and going home.

I voted yes. I’m not Batman, I’m the Green Hornet.

I can remember dancing on a balcony at a party with a very abusive exfiance … that works for me.

I’m Batman… and I can breathe in space.

I voted yes. I also know who put the bomp in the bomp bomp bomp bomp.

I am Batman. No wait – that’s Brian. Well at least I remembered it started with a “B”.

This poll needs an option for “I’m the goddamn Batman.”

I am irked that the poll options are not public and that I cannot easily find out who among us are the Dark Knight.

Ah well. I’ll have to go with Plan B.

I came very close to marrying a sociopath. I am now in the fight of my life to try and keep him from getting unsupervised visitation with our daughter.

According to my lawyer, there’s a good chance the fight will last forever, or at least 15 years. :frowning:

What, are you dense? Are you retarded?

But then you’d find out that there’s more to me than that I live in stately Wayne Manor and, I’m like, a gazillionaire or whatever.