Batman and the Crying Child

Darkness around some light,It's a doorway so bright.Pointy ears add more height,A towering figure.
He's looking down on me.Face hidden, shadowy.No emotion to see.He's a big, quiet bat.
Light fading in the mist,Like smoke with every twistBy the demonic beast.Why so still and silent?
What if I see his eyes?What if they aren't nice?Won't wait for my demise;Quietly, I will flee!
Before he turns to me,While he still doesn't see,I will sneak so deftlyAnd run faster than my soul!