“Justice… Postponed”

Not all battles end with a roar — some end with silence. In “Justice… Postponed,” the legendary Dark Knight is seen in a rare moment of surrender. He sleeps, slouched over a bar counter, still in full costume, as if justice had simply... waited too long. Before him: a bottle of Jack Daniel’s, a half-empty glass, and a bright red pomegranate — split open, bold, and almost absurd in its richness.

Behind him stretch shelves heavy with bottles — a quiet army of distractions, of stories, of escapes. But there’s no crime tonight, no city to save. Only this: a tired figure in a mask, draped over wood and shadow, thick paint and thick sleep.

The painting bursts with bold, textured color — too vivid for a man so done. It’s humorous, yes. But it also hums with something deeper: that even those who wear capes can break. And sometimes, saving the world starts with saving yourself — tomorrow.

“Justice… Postponed”

by Veranika Khvorashch

Batman sleeps on the bar so still,
The night's shadow wraps him, quiet and chill.
Next to him, a bottle, empty and bare—
Jack Daniel's, the drink he chose to share.

The glass tipped over, just a trace,
A memory of the evening's embrace.
A pomegranate rests, its seeds a secret to keep,
His mask beside him, as silent as sleep.

Hidden behind the mask, his face is unknown,
Yet the burden of his world is fully shown.
In this moment, the city’s calm and deep,
As Batman slumbers, unaware of the steep.

The pomegranate and Jack, his companions tonight,
While the dark hero dreams without a fight.
For in this quiet, he's more than a man—
A broken soul, seeking peace where he can.