Batman: Arkham Origins Review – We Must, Uh, Kill the Bat? | Poptimal

Imagine this: You're shopping for a new car. The one you have your eye on has been great in recent years, with the automaker improving on an already loved vehicle. You get into the driver seat and notice the latest redesign shifted around the interior. There's a button missing on the dash, but no matter. You're sure they'll fix that up before you buy. Turning over the key, you realize with a groan, “Automatic.” Still, you drive off the lot for the test drive, salesman in the passenger seat with an apprehensive grin. The car handles well enough for the first few turns around the neighborhood. Responsive, quiet. Then you hit the highway. A few odd quirks are bearable, but the real test is coming off the ramp, and you can feel your foot shake with excitement as you press down the gas petal waiting for the car to take you away, to pull you into that world of the fast lane. You wait. And you wait. The car's transmission tugs and hangs and makes an awful loud noise, but it never shifts in…