DC Comics Batman, Batwing and 4-inch Batman Figure Set, 1992 Batman Returns Limited Edition 85th Anniversary Collectible Kids Toys for Boys Ages 3 and Up

From: DC Comics

Pete's Expert Summary

My human has presented me with what they call a "Batman" set. It appears to be a large, dark, pointy plastic thing meant to resemble some sort of flightless bird, and a small, jointed doll dressed in a somber, bat-themed costume. I am told this is a "collectible" for the 85th anniversary of this caped nuisance, which means it is designed primarily to occupy valuable shelf space that could otherwise be used for my naps. The small figure might be bat-able, and its tiny cloth cape has a certain shreddable appeal, but the "Batwing" itself seems rather stationary and useless. Honestly, if you want to see a true "Dark Knight," you need only witness me stalking a dust bunny in the shadowy hallway at 3 a.m. This is likely just another monument to my human's questionable taste, but I'll reserve final judgment until I can get a paw on it.

Key Features

  • LIMITED EDITION BATWING AND BATMAN: Commemorate Batman’s 85th Anniversary with the limited-edition Batwing and 4-inch Batman action figure Highly detailed and fully articulated Batman toy collectible
  • AUTHENTIC THEATRICAL STYLING: Featuring Batman action figure from Batman Returns and his iconic Batwing vehicle as seen in the iconic 1989 Batman film. This articulated action figure is highly detailed with a cloth cape and true theatrical styling
  • EASY TO POSE: Featuring 11 points of articulation, kids can easily pose this Batman action figure in various dynamic stances for imagination, creative play, and storytelling
  • COLLECT THEM ALL: Build your Batman Collection with the Batman’s 85th Anniversary with this special edition of the Batwing and Batman Returns – Batman Figure
  • PERFECT HOLIDAY GIFTS FOR KIDS: Inspire creativity and imagination with Batman toy figures & playsets Ideal for children who love Dark Knight superhero toys, Batman Car Toys - fosters pretend play and storytelling Ideal for Christmas, birthdays, and holiday surprises
  • Includes: 1 Figure, 1 Batwing
  • Covered by the Spin Master Care Commitment. See below for full details

A Tale from Pete the Cat

The object arrived in a box, which, as always, was the most interesting part of the entire ordeal. But the human, in a fit of cruel excitement, extracted the contents and placed them on the high mantelpiece, a place usually reserved for dusty photographs and things I am not supposed to knock over. The black, angular "Batwing" sat there like a strange, plastic vulture, with the tiny, caped figure standing beside it as if on guard. From my vantage point on the velvet ottoman, I watched, feigning indifference with a slow, deliberate blink. They called him the "Dark Knight," a preposterous title for a four-inch piece of articulated plastic. I am the only creature of the night worthy of such a title in this household. My human chattered on about its "authentic theatrical styling" and "11 points of articulation." Points of what? The only point that mattered was the one on the end of my claw. As night fell and the house settled into its slumber, the mantelpiece was bathed in the faint glow of a streetlamp, silhouetting the foolish little sentinel and its oversized glider. A challenge. An affront to my authority. I could not let this plastic pretender occupy such a prominent perch in my kingdom. The mission was clear: dethrone the bat. The ascent was a masterpiece of feline engineering. A silent leap from the ottoman to the armchair's back, a soft-pawed traverse to the bookshelf, and then the final, tense spring onto the mantel. I landed without a sound, a gray phantom in the gloom. The Batwing was cold and smooth under my paws, utterly uninteresting. My target was the little man. I nudged him gently with my nose. He wobbled but stood firm, his tiny cloth cape fluttering in the draft from the heat vent. Pathetic. I raised a paw, unsheathing a single, perfect claw, and hooked the cape. With a flick of my wrist, the figure was airborne, tumbling end over end before landing with a soft *tock* on the plush rug below. Victory. I looked at the Batwing, now alone on the mantel. I gave one of its wings a dismissive chew before rubbing my cheek against it, marking it as my own. The toy itself is a bore, but the act of conquering it? A delightful, albeit brief, diversion. The figure can remain on the floor as a warning to all other tiny usurpers.