Posted: 10 November 2012 at 6:37am | IP Logged | 1
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The Batman that I grew up with was anything but insane. He was totally cool and rational. The world's greatest detective. Capable of extricating himself from situations that would have been impossible for an ordinary man; only due to the training he had given himself since childhood. How could anyone that disciplined be insane?•• Keep in mind, when it comes to the writers of superhero comics, many (most?) come from the ranks of those who didn't get picked for sports on the playground, and who preferred reading to getting all sweaty anyway. Many a moon ago, I was visiting Washington DC with some friends, including the tween-aged son of one. The lad had already expressed a desire to join the Army, a notion completely alien to me. As we all climbed the steps of the Lincoln Memorial, a squad of GIs jogged past, running up the steep incline. "Remember that," I said to the lad. "Being in the Army is kinda like being in gym class all the time!" "I like gym class," he said. Which is a pretty good definition of why Bruce Wayne is a superhero, and I'm NOT!
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