Now this is how it should always be when someone sends me a picture of their Batman symbol tattoo: with flirtatious adornment by a leather bustier thingie, a plaid mini-skirt, and stockings.
Hell, it might even make some of the Batman tattoo pics I get from sketchy shirtless dudes a bit more tolerable. In terms of their hilarity, of course. Not in terms of their appropriateness for the password-protected “Special Me Time” folder on my computer. Obviously.
Vicki Vale (real name withheld by request) tells us a bit about her work:
I have a classic Bat logo one. I had always wanted one since I was 17, but the time never felt right. I had it done on November 26th, the day R.I.P. finished (I will not comment on that storyline). It sits on my left hip, as you can see. A plain one, looking at the rest of this site. I’m still damn proud of it.
As in most cases where you might compare yourself against me, I guarantee you’ll come out feeling like the fresh-scented winner of life.
Except for building blog machinery out of LEGOs, cake fondant, costume fabric, and tattoo ink. I’m the undisputed master of that (tiny, tiny) domain.
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