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Sad is not the only emotion. Sorrow is not the only form impact can take. This comic has had a definite thrill of righteous, goofy, child-brain that I'm totally digging. Bats handles things excellently when it involved fucking up a bunch of shmucks with guns, but talking to a tired and traumatised child? Of course he drops the ball. Batman isn't meant for prolonged exposure or communication, because the illusions can only be sustained for so long. Sad? I mean, it sucks what happens to certain folks and all, sure, but the dominate waves here are of excitement, humor, and an inability to communicate.
Look at Alfred. Could this Batman, this goddamn Batman, survive this long without the efficiency of Alfred, two-fisted warrior who buttles and poses?
This is the first time I've really - not understood, but - felt why Batman needs Robin and the whole support-staff thing. |
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