Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-Tapeworm!

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-Tapeworm!— The Caped Parasite

From the foggy back alleys, flickering neon, and questionable food permits of Gotham comes a new menace so foul, so rubbery, so thoroughly unwholesome that even the city’s hard-boiled underworld recoils in disgust—Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-Tapeworm!

By night, he slithers through the gas-station sushi stands and unlicensed taco trucks of Gotham, lurking where refrigeration fears to tread and health inspectors dare not enter. Half prowler, half parasite, all trouble, this pink-bellied biohazard in a bat-cowl brings with him a creeping wave of culinary chaos, stomach-churning crime, and low-grade digestive terror.

Who is this masked menace of the midnight food scene? What twisted appetite drives his campaign of creeping corruption? And can the forces of law, order, and antacid stop the rise of the Caped Parasite before Gotham is forced to eat on an empty stomach?

Na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-Tapeworm! — He’s got the look of a bat... and the ethics of a parking lot shrimp skewer.