During this time at DC Comics, Batman was selling poorly and the DC editorial minds decided to trim his adventures back to 12 pages. Robbins jams together a complete story with a rather weak denouement, but carries off enough action and content to make the story density more or less equal to a regularly spaced out 22 page strip.
Robbins expert blacking is again the high point here. Thinking in terms of white to black balance like Milt Caniff (obviously) or like a Rich Corben (who was only a few years into his underground comics career at this point in time), Robbins doesn't depend on color to fill in his images, but uses a great deal of ink to suggest form, weight and a pleasing design sense that pulls the whole page together.
"Now Fran's vampire nightmare is about over - - if we can find enough of her blood type in a Vegas hospital!"
