My Obsession With The Batman in Life in General

  • June 7, 2017, 1:54 a.m.
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For as long as I can remember I have always loved The Batman. I couldn’t explain why I loved him as a kid except that he looked cool and fought crime and was scary too. When I got older I started to love the character because I went through losing a parent at a impressionable age 12 almost 13 and when it happened it hit me like the truck that killed my old man aka biological dad. I was helpless like a young Bruce Wayne in that alley watching his parents be murdered by a mugger named Joe Chill while walking home from the mark of Zorro. There was anger that built up in me and was slowly coming out and so was the pain. As I got older I understood why Bruce put on the suit and kept his childhood vow to rid the city of the crime that took his parents lives. He trained for about 15 or more year abroad traveling the world learning the best of science, criminology, detective work, escape artistry, martial artists, boxing, acting, magic to a degree, linguistics, weight lifting, meditation, law enforcement and fire arms although he would never use them in his war on crime and hated them he needed to know how they worked and the calibers of bullets. What makes me love him as a character and come back to read his adventures now that I am older is his hart and drive to never give up and surrender no matter the odds and find a way out of any situation using his brains and body to get the job done. He faces the monsters in the darkness that still scare us and he tells us it’s okay to be scared but you have to get passed that fear and become greater and stronger and fight back with all of your will and never give in. Bruce never questions his mission or what it has cost him personally. He knows he could indulge in sex, drugs, thievery, abuse of power among est other things like Green Arrow and Lex Luthor does. Alfred, Leslie Tompkins, Robin and Commissioner Gordon keep Bruce grounded and remind him why he keeps his promise.


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