"My parents are dead, but man do I smell good!"
Sadly, these superhero colognes exist only in the mind and the concept art of web design company Animink. But can any of us really be said to exist? The cosmos is so unthinkably vast that all human experience is only a pinprick within its cavernous emptiness. If we have no effect at all on the darkness around us, can we really claim to be at all? Who are you? Who am I? Who is Batman, and what does he smell like? Rancid sweat with slight undertones of leather and sweat, right? It has to be gross.