Showing posts with label Batman. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Batman. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 11, 2017

The Legion of Substitute Bat-Men



Everybody knows that Batman is secretly millionaire Bruce Wayne. But who defends Gotham City when Bruce is out of town? Or suffering from a broken leg? Or when someday he just gets too old to sling a batarang?

Then it's time to call out the Substitute Bat-Men.

Superman and Batman have long had a kind of informal mutual aid pact where they would cover for each others Secret Identities. This goes back to the their very first meeting back in 1952. Clark Kent and Bruce Wayne happen to be on a cruise ship and wind up sharing the same cabin. When a crisis occurs on board, both heroes duck into their room to change into their costumes, but in the darkness they inadvertently don each others suit. And no, that doesn't make a whole lot of sense; but it does give them the opportunity to play some mind games on Lois.

There is an episode of SUPERMAN, THE ANIMATED SERIES in which the Man of Steel fills in for the Dark Knight. In “Knight Time”, Superman learns that Batman seems to have vanished and that the criminals of Gotham have been going wild. Robin has been left to man the fort as well as he can, and is frankly overwhelmed; so Supes agrees to put on the Bat-suit and help out. It turns out in the end that Superman's enemy, Brainiac has kidnapped Bruce Wayne; (it didn't involve Batman at all; Brainiac need Bruce for something); but the highlight of the episode came when Superman, disguised as Batman, raids a meeting of villains. Bane tries to beat the snot out of Batman and is dismayed to find him unexpected invulnerable.

In another memorable scene, Superman-as-Batman has a meeting with Commissioner Gordon. Superman is able to mimic Batman's voice perfectly; but he stands ramrod-straight with his jaw and chest protruding forward like a soldier at attention. Gordon looks at him curiously; he can tell something about him is off, but can't seem to put his finger on what it is; while Robin cringes at how un-Bat-like the performance is. Leave it to animators to think of how Batman and Superman differ in terms of body language.

During the the '90s there was an extended storyline in which Bruce Wayne was forced to relinquish his cape and cowl because he had his spine broken by the villain Bane. Instead of naming Dick Grayson as his replacement – the obvious choice – he selects a young man calling himself Azrael; a former member of a wacko religious order who has trained to be a holy assassin and is obsessed with vanquishing evil. Incredibly enough, this goes badly. For one thing, Az-bats, (as the fans took to calling him), adopted a suit of armor covered with blades and pointy things making him look like an ambulatory cheese-grater. More importantly, Azrael becomes increasingly violent and delusional and ultimately Bruce has to get off his butt, get his spine repaired and go through some extreme rehab to reclaim his cowl.

Dick Grayson, the original Robin and current Nightwing, does take over as Batman in a storyline from a few years ago in which Batman gets zapped by Darkseid and is presumed to be disintegrated. He actually has merely been displaced in Time, but until he get make his way back to the present day, Dick has to fill in for him. This storyline touches on the differences between Dick and Bruce and they way they approach crime-fighting. Although the Batman's mission remains the same, Dick has a different style. In addition to taking on Batman's job, Dick also has to prove himself to those who realize that he's not the “real Batman”. And he also has his hands full trying to mentor Damien, the son Bruce never knew he had, who showed up shortly before Bruce's disappearance.

Mention of the Son of Batman brings to mind “The Second Batman and Robin”, a classic Imaginary Story from the golden age. It tells how As Bruce Wayne gets older, he passes on the torch to the now grown-up Dick Grayson. Bruce is married now to Kathy Kane, the former Batwoman; and their son, Bruce Wayne Jr., becomes the new Robin. Both of these new incarnations wear a Roman numeral “II” on their costumes, to differentiate themselves from the originals. At the end of the tale, we learn that this whole story has been a fanfic written by Alfred, the Wayne's faithful butler. He knows he can never publish it – his story has too many secrets of the Wayne Family in it – but thought it would be fun to speculate what the future might bring. He muses that he just might write a sequel someday; and he does.

The animated series BATMAN BEYOND also plays with the idea of who would be the Batman when Bruce gets to be too old for the job. In this case his successor is Terry McGinnis, an angry youth with a strong sense of justice, who discovers the entrance to the Batcave in the home of that cranky old billionaire recluse who lives on the edge of town. He uses some of Batman's tech to try to bring his father's murderer to justice, and Old Bruce becomes his grudging mentor.

The clash between the impulsive Terry and the bitter, hardened Bruce forms the central chemistry of the series, brought out most memorably for me in the direct-to-video movie BATMAN BEYOND: RETURN OF THE JOKER. Although the Joker has been dead for years, it is revealed that he had created a digital copy of his personality which becomes activated. In the final battle, Joker 2.0 mocks Terry as an Imitation Batman. Old Bruce warns Terry not to let the Joker goad him into conversation; the Joker just wants to rattle him. But Terry wonders, why not? He is not Bruce. He has a different personality and a different style. So he taunts the Joker back; something the original Batman would never do; and finds that, like the Devil, Joker cannot abide being mocked. Terry is able to rattle the Joker and get the better of him.


One theme that comes up in almost every one of these stories is the Gotham City needs a Batman. And so, one way or another, it gets one.

ADDENDUM:  When I originally wrote this piece, I was writing largely from memory and neglected to double-check a couple things.  In the story where Bruce Wayne and Clark Kent met on a cruise ship, they did not accidentally put on each other's costumes; they just discovered each other's secret identities.  But they did switch places with each other to play mind games on Lois.

Tuesday, May 3, 2016

Götterbatterung



The mid 1980s was a wonderful time to be reading comics, especially for a DC fan. Maybe it just seemed that way to me, because I had just started seriously buying comics and found a local comic book club about that time; but there were some really incredible things going on about then. DC had just upended the universe with its CRISIS ON INFINITE EARTHS. John Byrne was retooling Superman in his own image, and George Perez was breathing fresh life into Wonder Woman. Alan Moore was leading the British Invasion of Comics with his startling re-interpretation of Swamp Thing, planting the seeds for DC's VERTIGO line of Mature Readers comic, and was about to stagger everybody with WATCHMEN.

And then there was THE DARK KNIGHT RETURNS.

Published in 1986, THE DARK KNIGHT RETURNS was a four-part series telling of the Twilight of the Batman; his final days and his last and greatest fight against his ultimate enemy. It was the creation of Frank Miller, who had just come off of his highly-regarded RONIN limited series and a lengthy and successful run on DAREDEVIL. Along with WATCHMEN, DKR marked the start of the “Grim 'n' Gritty” era of comic books which remains with us today.

There's a lot of interesting stuff in DKR: Miller's use of TV talking heads as a kind of Greek chorus commenting on the action; his introduction of Carrie Kelly, the first female Robin; his drily sarcastic interpretation of Alfred and his very human Commissioner Gordon. And a lot of controversial stuff, like the Batman's frothing Dirty Harry rants; the effeminate depiction of the Joker, Selina Kyle's reinterpretation as a prostitute, (Frank dearly loves his prostitutes, as SIN CITY has shown us); and the Joker's hippie-dippy psychiatrist who blames the Batman for all his patient's neuroses.

But given the recent release of BATMAN V SUPERMAN, I'd like to look at the climactic battle of DKR, which the BvS movie tried to invoke: the clash between the World's Finest Heroes.

It has been ten years since Something Bad happened to Jason Todd, the second boy to take on the role of Robin. We are never told what this Something Bad is, but it caused Batman to hang up his cape and cowl and retire. Bruce Wayne is in his fifties now, brooding over the past and watching his city slowly dying of violence, crime and corruption. Finally he had take it no longer.

Over the course of the first three chapters, we see Bruce struggling against his compulsion to resume his one-man war on crime and finally embracing it; we see him go up against his one-time friend Harvey Dent, alias Two-Face, who at first also seems to have conquered his inner demons, but who like Bruce seems destined to succumb to them. We see him take on a savage street gang that holds the city in terror and recruit a new Robin to take Jason's place. We see the Joker, who had been in a state of catatonia for ten years until he heard that Batman has come back, murder a studio full of people on the David Letterman show; and we see Batman pursue him into an amusement park to a final confrontation even more visceral and final than Alan Moore's similar fight in THE KILLING JOKE.

It's all leading up to Superman.

I remember when DKR first came out, members of our local comic book club arguing over the splash panel of Batman, in a bulky suit of powered armor belting Superman. Could that really happen? I mean, Superman? Faster than a speeding bullet? More powerful than a locomotive? Against a guy in a bat suit? Even a powered bat suit; really?

But Miller set up the fight to make it halfway plausible. Supes was recovering from having a block-buster nuke blow up in his face, and so was not at his best; Bats was wearing specially-designed armor to boost his strength; and he'd managed to synthesize some kryptonite to weaken Superman further. This, I think, was the origin of the oft-stated mantra of Batman fans that the Batman can defeat any opponent up to and including God, given enough time to prepare. Most importantly, though, Clark doesn't really want to hurt Bruce. But we'll get back to that in a moment.

Why would Superman and Batman fight in the first place?

Earlier, Clark pays Bruce a visit at Wayne Manor. He tries to persuade Bruce to back off on the bat-stuff. “You're not a young man anymore Bruce... time have changed...” Finally he spits it out. “It's like this, Bruce – Sooner or later, somebody's going to order me to bring you in. Somebody with authority. When that happens...”

Bruce doesn't smile as much as he bares his teeth. “When that happens, Clark – May the best man win.”

In the years that have passed, public sentiment has turned against super-heroes. Although not explicitly stated, this might well have been one of the reasons behind Bruce's retirement ten years ago. Later on, we get an internal monologue from Superman recalling the time:

The rest of us learned to cope. 
The rest of us recognized the danger – of the endless envy of those not blessed.
Diana went back to her people.
Hal went to the stars.
And I have walked the razor's edge for so long...

Long ago Clark made a deal with the devil. He agreed to work for the Government, and to operate discretely and covertly. In return, the Government grants him secrecy. And refrains from trying to take him down. Could even the combined forces of the United States military bring down Superman? Clark doesn't want to find out. And even if he could beat the Army, Clark fears the kind of hell such a war would mean for everybody involved.

Bruce despises Clark for selling out this way. And Clark doesn't like it much himself. In another monologue he says:

“I gave them my obedience and my invisibility.

           They gave me a license and let us live.
No, I don't like it. But I get to save lives – and the Media stays quiet.
But now the storm is growing again ---
They'll hunt us down again –
Because of you.

The order to take Batman down comes straight from the President. Clark doesn't want to kill him, but he knows that Bruce won't let him take him alive. So the stage is set for the final battle, in Crime Alley, where Bruce's parents died and where, in a real sense, the Batman was born.

Armed to the teeth with every attack he can think of, on a battlefield he's rigged with traps and ambushes, Batman gives Superman the fight of his life. And through it all, we get Bruce's bitter, angry monologue:

“Still talking – keep talking, Clark...
...You've always known just what to say.
“Yes” – You always say yes to anyone with a badge – or a flag …
… it's way past time you learned – what it means – to be a MAN!”

There are some Batman fans who cheer him in this fight, who revel in watching Batman take that Big Blue Boy Scout down a peg; watching him humiliate Superman.

But Miller also gives us bits of Clark's monologue too: “Bruce – this is idiotic … Bruce – I just broke three of your ribs...” Even after getting a face full of kryptonite gas; even after getting a spiked boot smashed into his face. Clark doesn't stop trying to talk him down. He is not dismayed by the violence Batman is inflicting on him; he can take it. He is dismayed by the sound of Bruce's heartbeat growing more erratic, and then stopping.

This, to me, is what makes THE DARK KNIGHT RETURNS moving. It's not the epic of a Man fighting a God; it's the tragedy of two heroes fighting who once were friends. Bruce is probably the only peer Clark has left on earth. Clark desperately wishes the fight could be avoided, that they could once again be friends. But he winds up cradling Bruce's lifeless body in his arms.

The story doesn't end there of course; Bruce had one last trick up his bat-gauntlet. He had time to prepare, remember? And the moment at Bruce's funeral where Clark realizes what the trick was, and gives Robin a smile is a warm and satisfying one in an otherwise grim and cynical story.

BATMAN V SUPERMAN lifted a lot of imagery from THE DARK KNIGHT RETURNS, and director Zack Snyder has said that he was faithful to the source material. Maybe. But by taking a fight written at the end of the relationship between Bruce and Clark and putting it at the beginning, he has made it a completely different fight. And, I would argue, he's taken a lot of the heart out of it as well. Perhaps he managed to find a new heart to this new fight; one which could lead the two heroes to actually become friends the way they were in a different universe.

I hope that's the case.



Sunday, November 1, 2015

I Started A Joke



In the late 1980s, Alan Moore was one of the rock stars of comics. He had started out writing for the venerable British comics weekly, 2000 A.D., home of JUDGE DREDD, and for the anthology magazine WARRIOR, where he wrote such series as V FOR VENDETTA and the revival of the British hero MARVELMAN, (renamed MIRACLEMAN when reprinted in the U.S.) Coming to DC Comics, he wrote a groundbreaking run on SWAMP THING which indirectly led to the creation of DC's VERTIGO line of comics. Moore's masterpiece during this period working for DC was his epic deconstruction of the super-hero, WATCHMEN. This led to DC commissioning him to write the Definitive Joker Story, which became the graphic novel THE KILLING JOKE.

The Joker has always been an enigma in the DC Universe. Up to the Joker's first appearance, Batman had always fought your standard garden variety thugs and gangsters. The Joker, with his garish calling card, psychotic leer and box-o-crayons face, was Batman's first costumed villain. In his first appearance he apparently fell to his death, but you can't keep a good villain down.

His real name has never been revealed. Oh yes, he was given an origin story about a decade after his debut, as the leader of a gang of criminals who hid his identity under an opaque red helmet shaped like a bell jar, who called himself The Red Hood. While attempting to rob a chemical plant, his heist was interrupted by the Batman; and the Red Hood wound up falling into a vat of chemicals which bleached his skin bone-white and turned his hair green. But the Red Hood remained as much a mystery as the Joker.

Alan Moore's take on the Red Hood/Joker origin story was one of the most anticipated stories of the year. Moore was arguably the best writer working for DC at the time, and the Joker DC's most popular villain. The artist, Brian Bollard, was another alumnus of 2000 AD, and known for his meticulously rendered artwork. (And for his tardiness; one earlier series he worked on, Mike W. Barr's CAMELOT 3000, went a whole 12 months between issues; and Bollard eventually went to drawing only covers).

There is a lot of good stuff in THE KILLING JOKE. Moore has a talent for taking elements and conventions of the comic book super-hero that are cliched and even goofy, and finding new ways of looking at them. But there is much about the story that I find unsatisfying. Moore seems to agree with me; in later interviews he has said that he doesn't regard it as a terribly good story and he didn't care much for the characters. He wrote it shortly after finishing WATCHMEN, and the story carries a lot of stylistic similarities to it.

The story begins with a wordless sequence of Batman going to Arkham Asylum to confront the Joker. These initial pages are arranged in the same nine-panel 3x3 grid that Moore used in WATCHMEN. The regularity of the format provides a kind of inexorable rhythm that builds suspense. He does not maintain the format throughout the entire book, as he did with WATCHMEN, but the 3x3 grid keeps recurring, and he uses it again on the final page to tie things together, even repeating the image of the very first panel in the very last.

Batman is coming to see the Joker for an unexpected reason. “I've been thinking lately about you and me,” he says. “About what's going to happen to us in the end. We're going to kill each other, aren't we?” He wants to talk things out with the Joker, try to break the vicious cycle of their twisted antagonistic relationship; perhaps even help the Joker. But Batman is late; he learns that the Joker has already escaped.

We meet the Joker looking over an abandoned and dilapidated carnival which he plans to use for his next big plan. As he does so, we get the start of a flashback to his life before he became the Joker. This dual plot; the present one involving the carnival and Commissioner Gordon, and the flashback to his backstory; weave back and forth. As in WATCHMEN, Moore signals the transition from past to present with panels which visually echo each other. The double doors of Joker's evil funhouse in one panel echo the double doors of a seedy bar in the flashback in the next. The panel of the hapless comic covering his face in anguish leads to the one of Commissioner Gordon doing the same.

Before the Joker was the Clown Prince of Crime, he was a sad sack loser trying desperately to support his wife and child-to-be as a stand-up comedian. He wasn't very successful, and when a couple crooks want his help in robbing a playing card company. He used to work in a chemical plant next door, and the crooks want his inside information to break into the card company through the plant. They just want him to wear this costume, evening clothes and a helmet-like red hood,. “We sort of just let the most valued member of the mob wear it for, uh, added anonymity.”

The comic is desperate enough that he accepts the offer. His family needs the money. Then he learns that his wife has died in a tragic and pointless household accident. There's no reason for him to go along with the Red Hood gang anymore, but the crooks won't let him back out. He's trapped.

With the Red Hood, Moore once again demonstrates his habit of looking at real-world ramifications of comic book gimmicks. The hood is stuffy, and smells; and the special red lenses built into the hood make it difficult for the wearer to see and severely curtails his peripheral vision. And the hood itself is a cruel joke; it's purpose is not to honor the “most valued member”; it's to fool the cops into thinking the guy in the fancy dress is the ringleader so that they go after him instead.

Which is what happens. There is a gunfight with the security guards; then the Batman shows up, looking like a very devil through the hood's red-tinted lenses, and confronts the man in the hood. The sad-sack panics and jumps into a retaining pond filled with toxic waste to escape. And the rest is history.



It is a powerful re-interpretation of the Joker's origin, keeping it's original structure but fundamentally shifting how we look at it. But is it the definitive origin? The Joker himself casts doubt on it. Later on in the story he says, “Sometimes I remember it one way, sometimes another... If I'm going to have a past, I prefer it to be multiple choice! Ha ha ha!”

While this backstory, whether real or delusional, unfolds; the Joker's plot progresses. He appears at the door of Commissioner Gordon, dressed as a tourist in a tacky Hawaiian shirt with a camera. And a gun. When Gordon's daughter, Barbara answers the door, he shoots her in the spine.

This is the significant moment, and the image of the Joker in the Hawaiian shirt with the camera and pistol has become an iconic one, like the image of young Bruce Wayne kneeling over his slain parents from BATMAN: YEAR ONE, or Superman chucking a sedan on the cover of ACTION COMICS #1. This is the moment that became an important event in DC Continutiy, a “Fixed Point in Time”, to use Doctor Who terminology. (Really. Many years later there was a story in which a time-traveling Booster Gold attempts to save her but repeatedly fails, and is forced to accept that the tragedy was somehow destined to be). The one lasting ramification of the story was that Barbara had been shot by the Joker and permanently crippled.

Barbara Gordon had formerly had a crime-fighting career as Batgirl. At the time, she hadn't really been used much in the BATMAN comics, though. Which I think is why, when Moore asked if he could have the Joker shoot Batgirl, the editor in charge of the book shrugged and said, why not?

I remember the summer before THE KILLING JOKE came out, DC published a BATGIRL SPECIAL, which was advertised with the promise that it was essential reading going into the upcoming KILLING JOKE. I remember little of that Special, apart from being disappointed. The writer, Barbara Kessel, had done a very good Batgirl origin story for the SECRET ORIGINS comic a year or so earlier, but the Special, in which Barbara fought a guy wearing a Mountie hat calling himself the Cormorant (wha...?), was not that great. At the end of the Special, Barbara feels so traumatized by her fight with the Cormorant (wha...?) that she decides to give up being Batgirl. My own suspicion was that DC was burning up an inventory story, a script they had in their files to use if they ever got any holes in their schedule, which they wouldn't be able to use after KILLING JOKE came out; and that the ending where Barbara hangs up her cape was tacked on to explain why she isn't Batgirl in TKJ.

In later interviews, Alan Moore says he regretted crippling Barbara. I suppose he wanted to do something shocking and dramatic and didn't think through what it would mean to future stories. But frankly, that was the editor's job; the editor should have either vetoed that bit, or discussed alternatives which might have worked better. Too late now.

There are a lot of Batgirl fans who hated what Moore did to her as well. The Joker did not just shoot her in the belly, smashing her spine and crippling her. When the police arrive they find that she has been stripped naked, and evidence that the Joker took photographs of her. Some fans have drawn the conclusion that he also raped her. This is never explicitly stated, but it's hard to argue that what he did wasn't a violation.

But I think what angered the Batgirl fans most was that Barbara was set up to be a disposable victim, and was set aside once she'd served her purpose. Like the Whale in “The Hitch-hiker's Guide to the Galaxy”, she was introduced, given enough panels to make the audience like her, and then BANG. She gets a brief scene in the hospital with Batman afterward, but apart from that for the rest of the story she's a prop. And after the story, she was left there, crippled. She was not stuffed in a refrigerator as much as she was stuffed in a plastic bag and left on the curb for the garbage man.  Whether Moore intended it or not, seemed very much like the editors wanted to write Barbara Gordon out of the DC Universe.

Not all of them. One DC editor, Kim Yale, disliked what had happened to Barbara. She and her husband, writer John Ostrander, brought her back in his book SUICIDE SQUAD as Oracle, a data-broker who maintained a vast computer network to support other super-heroes. Oracle was a mysterious figure at first, only later revealed to be Barbara Gordon; but she grew to be an important support character both for Batman and the Justice League and the leader of her own team in BIRDS OF PREY. More recently, Barbara has been shown to have received treatment restoring the use of her legs and has resumed her role as Batgirl.

But back to the story. After shooting Barbara, the Joker kidnaps her father and brings him to his little Abandoned Carnival of Evil. He has recruited a gang of extras from Tod Browning's “Freaks” who strip Gordon naked and coerce him with cattle prods into a funhouse ride – think of the psychotic boat ride from “Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory”, only with Joker singing his cynical nihilistic philosophy and culminating with Gordon forced to view enormous images of his daughter, naked and bleeding. Yes, degradation is sort of a theme here. Why does he do this all? “To prove a point,” he earlier tells Barbara.

This point is a theme he elaborates on in a number of monologues throughout the story. He puts Gordon in a cage for his henchfreaks to laugh at and expounds his philosophy of life:

“Ladies and gentlemen! … I give your... the average man! Physically unremarkable, it has instead a deformed sense of values. … Most repulsive of all, are its frail and useless notions of order and sanity. If too much weight is placed upon them... they snap. … Faced with the inescapable fact that human existence is mad, random and pointless, one in eight of them crack up and go stark slavering buggo! Who can blame them? In a world as psychotic as this... any other response would be crazy!”

He plays variations on this theme throughout the whole story, including the sprightly music hall number he sings during the dark ride. His plan is to drive Gordon to madness, and it isn't long before the Commissioner is curled up into a fetal position, seemingly catatonic.

Meanwhile, Batman has been scouring the city for the Joker, in another wordless sequence in which he goes around intimidating people and shoving the Joker's picture in their faces. As a visual sequence, it works, and conveys the urgency of the situation, but I really expect the Dark Knight Detective to do better than that. In the end he finds the hideout only because the Joker sends him tickets to the Carnival care of the Gotham City Police Station.

As Batman pursues the Joker through his demented fun house, The Joker returns to his point.

“I've demonstrated there's no difference between me and everyone else! All it takes is one bad day to reduce the sanest man alive to lunacy. … You had a bad day once, am I right? I know I am. I can tell. You had a bad day and everything changed. Why else would you dress up like a flying rat?”

He's right on the last point; that's pretty much what happened. Batman and Joker can be seen as twisted mirror images of each other. Oh, and this sequence takes place in a hall of mirrors. I should have caught that earlier. The Joker goes on to rant about the futility and irrationality of the universe.

“It's all a joke! Everything anybody ever valued or struggled for … it's all a monstrous, demented gag! So why can't you see the funny side?” The Joker becomes serious for once; his face almost pensive. “Why aren't you laughing?”

“Because I've heard it before...” Batman answers grimly, “...and it wasn't funny the first time.”

And for the record, Gordon did NOT break the way the Joker expected him to. He told Batman to bring in the Joker “by the book”. “We have to show him. We have to show him our way works.” So maybe ordinary people don't always crack.

Finally defeated, the Joker resigns himself to having the snot beaten out of him and being dragged back to Arkahm. But Batman holds back. Because he still wants to say his piece; the things he tried to tell Joker back at Arkham. That the two of them seem locked on a course of Mutually Assured Destruction and they need to break out of it somehow.

“It doesn't have to end like that. I don't know what it was that bent your life out of shape, but who knows? Maybe I've been there too. Maybe I can help.”

The Joker may be crazy, but on a certain level he's a realist. He knows it will never work. He tells Batman that it's too late for that. Does he mean that with atrocity committed against Barbara and Jim Gordon that he has gone beyond redemption? Or that he had crossed that line long ago?

It's kind of like a joke. “See, there were these two guys in a lunatic asylum...” Joker says, and he tells this joke: a simple funny story with no decapitations, no deadly acid, and no hideous disfigurments. Perhaps it was even one of the jokes the unnamed would-be comedian tried to tell at his botched audition alluded to in the flashback. But it's a joke which maybe strikes a chord with the two crazy men facing each other in the rain; the one who looks like a clown, and the one who dresses like a bat.

And Batman does something he very rarely does. He cracks a smile. And then a chuckle. And then a laugh, and the two men dissolve into hysterical laughter as the police cars arrive and the rain comes down.

And... that's it. Pan to artistic raindrops in puddles. Fade out. The End.

I can't help but feel disappointed in the ending. It's like a massive build-up to a weak punch line. After all the Joker has done in this story, we expect something bigger, more cathartic. And if nothing else, Barbara deserves some kind of closure. Instead, we get a laugh.

Which is perhaps why writer Grant Morrison has speculated that Batman actually kills the Joker on that last page, and that THE KILLING JOKE was intended to be the Last Joker Story. If you look at the page, one can kind of see that interpretation; as they are laughing together at the end, Batman reaches out and puts his hand on Joker's upper body. The view pans away from their faces. Does Batman strangle the Joker?



Looking at the panels, I suppose one could make that case; but to me it just looks like Batman is putting his hand on Joker's shoulder to steady each other as they laugh. And that is how Moore actually describes the panel in his script: the two are helpless with laughter and holding each other up. Moore is a meticulous, detail-oriented writer; if he had wanted the Joker killed, he would have explicitly said so. Or if he had wanted the scene to be ambiguous, he would have instructed the artist as to what exactly he wanted to be ambiguous about. Having Batman kill the Joker would have blatantly gone against Gordon's request to Batman: (“By the book, do you hear!”). And it would have wrecked the point of the joke.

I have to say, that looking at the book again, I have a little better liking about some of the bits I didn't care for. Bolland's artwork is superb, and Moore's writing carries subtleties which reward repeated reading. The Joker's soliloquies are eloquent, yet Moore manages to avoid the Lucifer trap that Milton found himself in where the Bad Guy is so charismatic that he makes the Good Guy look like a stiff. Moore's Batman is forceful and quite capable of answering the Joker's absurdist nihilism. Moore's craft in structuring his plot is amazing; (and ironic, considering he's here writing about an avatar of chaos).

The ending, though, is still weak; it just sort of drizzles off into atmosphere. And I'm still not happy with the way Barbara Gordon is used as a plot device to be discarded after the Joker had finished victimizing her. That later writers were able to build off this story to reinvent her does not negate that in this tale her role is simply to be helpless, and to stay out of the way.

I don't think THE KILLING JOKE is the best Joker story ever, (although I would be hard pressed to say which one is; probably one from the Animated Series), and I sometimes get annoyed by the adulation some fans heap upon it. Yet I can't deny, where it's good, it excels; and Moore provides an interesting look into the psyches of both the Clown and the Bat.


Friday, September 4, 2015

Call 1-900-DEAD-KID



Comics have a long history of audience participation stunts: fan clubs like the Merry Marvel Marching Society and F.O.O.M., reader polls, letter columns, and of course the fabled Marvel No-Prize. Very rarely, however, have these gimmicks been matters of Life and Death, as they were the time the fate of a beloved sidekick hung by a 900 number.

Sort of.

Robin the Boy Wonder was introduced into the comics about a year after the first appearance of Batman. The son of a pair of circus aerialists, Dick Grayson was orphaned when his parents were killed in a rigged accident by gangsters trying to shake down their circus. Bruce Wayne happened to be in the audience the night of the murder, and, knowing what it's like to be orphaned by crime, he adopted young Dick on the spot and began training him as a partner in his war against crime.

Ostensibly, Robin was supposed to be an audience identification character. Cartoonist Jules Pfeiffer, who has written about his own lifetime love of comic books, disagreed, saying that as a kid he never identified with Robin; he always wanted to be the Batman. Pfeiffer was probably not the first, and far from the last, to make that observation. But strictly from a meta point of view, Robin brought other elements to the book as well: He gave Batman someone to talk to, in order to let the reader in on what he's thinking; he also allowed Batman to explain things the reader might not know. And he brought an element of fun into a comic which began as a pulp crime comic about a grim, gun-toting Avenger of the Night. Robin became the prototype for a flood of kid sidekicks during the Golden Age of Comic Books.

By the 1960s, though, Robin had become something of a liability. Marvel Comics were appealing to an older, college-age audience and an 8-year-old kid running around in yellow shorts making lame puns seemed awfully unsophisticated; (as opposed to an 18-year-old kid swinging from buildings in a web-covered body stocking and making lame puns). More importantly, the '60s Batman TV series had played up the goofier aspects of the comic and cemented them in the public mind, to the point where even decades later, newspaper articles about comic books frequently use the words, “ZAP” and “POW!”

And so the writers had Robin grow up. He had already become the leader of his own super-team, the Teen Titans, composed of other kid sidekicks like Kid Flash, Aquallad, and Wonder Girl, (sorry, “Wonder Chick”). As time went on, Dick was bundled off to college and Robin withdrew from the regular BATMAN titles, appearing only occasionally or in reprints of older stories. He got a hot alien girlfriend named Starfire and eventually he ditched the yellow shorts and the Peter Pan booties and adopted a new costume and identity, one that didn't include the words “Batman and ...”

But there must always be a Robin. Although Nightwing is a cool character, he doesn't match the artwork on the licensed Batman & Robin T-shirts and lunchboxes and Underoos. It was only a matter of time before DC introduced a New Robin to fill the Robin-Shaped Hole in the Batcave.

This Robin was Jason Todd, the son of circus aerialists who was orphaned when … wait, you say you've heard this before? Yes, the New Robin's origin story was exactly the same as the Old Robin's, only with some of the names changed. I'm sure the editors thought this was a clever idea, but the readers found it lame. They found Jason lame too, and regarded the character with a disdain unparalleled in fandom until the coming of Wesley Crusher.

In the late '80s, author Max Allan Collins, (who, in addition to being a prolific mystery novelist, also scripted the DICK TRACY comic strip and a slam-bang noir comic in the early '80s titled MS TREE) wrote a re-vamped origin for Jason, making him a homeless street kid whom Batman catches stealing the hubcaps off the Batmobile. I personally liked the Collins retcon, and his version was later incorporated into the origin of the Tim Drake Robin in BATMAN: THE ANIMATED SERIES; but the Todd-haters still hated it. The Powers That Be at DC decided to write Jason Todd out of the comic.

To a certain extent, I think Frank Miller deserves some of the blame. In his THE DARK KNIGHT RETURNS, set years in the future and depicting Bruce Wayne coming out of retirement as the Batman, there is a throw-away line to the effect that Something Bad happened to Jason, something which either convinced Bruce to hang up the cowl or which convinced his friends that things were out of hand. The Something Bad is never explained in DKR, but a lot of Miller's fans decided that his graphic novel was not just a “possible future” of the Batman, but the Shape of Things To Come. I think from this point, Jason's days were numbered.

The crisis came in a storyline titled “A Death in the Family”. In it, Jason learns that the woman who raised him was not his biological mother and he goes on a quest to find her. After a couple of blind alleys, (Lady Shiva? He thought that Lady Shiva might be his mother???) He finds her serving as an aid worker in Ethiopia bringing medicine to dying children. Which is when the Joker shows up. Why is the Joker in Ethiopia? Maybe because it's funny saying “Addis Ababa”. (“Are we going to Addis Ababa Mister Luthor?”) Anyway, Robin falls into the Joker's hands and the Harlequin of Hate beats the little tyke to a pulp with a tire iron.

A tire iron. Not a flower that squirts acid; not an exploding cigar; not a “BANG” pistol that also shoots bullets; not even a rubber chicken loaded with lead weights. A tire iron.

The man needs better material.

Oh, and he also planted a bomb, so that the battered and bleeding Robin has to try save his mother. He fails. No matter what happened there was going to be a death in the family. Batman arrives too late and finds...

And that's where you the reader come in!

Before the issue was published, DC made a big announcement that it would have its readers vote on whether Robin lives or dies. They used a marketing gimmick popular for a time just before the Internet Era of inviting the readers to call a 900 number to cast their vote; one number for Robin Lives, another for Robin Dies. The participants were charged a small fee for each call, which theoretically would prevent people from stuffing the ballot box, as it were, as well as providing a little extra for AT&T, which developed the 900 number as a new source of revenue when its monopoly was broken up.

Reportedly one fan set up his computer at home to war-dial the “Kill Robin” number. It cost him something like $200. He really hated Jason Todd. Did this one guy influence the vote? Maybe. But a lot of fans also hated Jason and the auguries were not favorable.

I don't really think DC expected their gimmick to hit the mainstream the way it did. The gimmick they used made an interesting story, of course, but what got everybody's attention was DC WAS KILLING ROBIN!!! That the Robin who died was a replacement and not the “real” Robin that people remembered growing up with and who was played on TV by Burt Ward got overlooked. The Mainstream Media do not really do nuance that well when it comes to stories about comics. (“ZAP! POW!”)

A lot of people were outraged. Many of them were people who hadn't read comics in years, but who thought something precious from their childhood was being destroyed. Some were current comics fans who maybe didn't like Jason either, but who felt that DC had gone about killing him in a stupid and distasteful manner. Some fans I know darkly suggested that DC wanted Jason to die, but didn't want to be blamed for “killing Robin”, so they set up the phone poll, knowing what the results would be, in order to give them deniability.

What struck me the most at the time were the ramifications of the story. By killing Robin, the Joker Had Crossed The Line. Oh, yeah, he had killed scads of people before, and had even crippled Barbara “Batgirl” Gordon, but offing Robin, to employ another clichĂ©, Made It Personal. From a narrative point of view, there was no way the Joker could just walk away from this and still give the readers anything like a satisfying story. And I fretted that DC would do something lame.

What the writers did was so audacious that it went beyond lame into the territory of “Did I Just Read That???” The Joker meets up with THE AYATOLLAH KHOMEINI – yes, you read that right; the Ayatollah Khomeini – who gives the Joker – The Joker – an official position in the Iranian government. Now I could see maybe Saddam Hussein hiring the Joker as a big “Eff-You” to the United States (although at that time Saddam was our pal because he was invading Iran), or maybe Hugo Chavez, or possibly Fidel Castro; but Khomeini???

Never mind that. Joker gets to appear before the UN General Assembly and nobody will let Batman touch him because he has Diplomatic Blah-Blah and you know there's going to be a bomb and a double-cross in there someplace. It ends with a helicopter Joker is escaping in blowing up and the wreckage falling into the East River. Even Superman can't find the body, but he assures Batman that “No One Could Have Survived That!” Batman tells him to pull the other one.

The story had two immediate consequences. Number one was that officially, the Joker was Dead. He was not coming back. Well... the fans knew he would; after all, one of the cardinal rules of comic books is If You Don't See the Body, the Villain Isn't Dead. Just as There Must Always Be a Robin, There Must Always Be a Joker. But DC realized that from a logical narrative point of view, if the Joker turned out to be alive, Batman would feel compelled to take care of him for good, once and for all. No more dragging his crayon-colored butt back to the revolving door at Arkham; the Batman would have to take more permanent steps. Maybe even killing him, although that would be a Moral Event Horizon for the Batman even bigger than the Joker's killing of Jason. So DC kept the Joker dead for a good long time before they began teasing readers with hints of his return.

The other consequence was that, from a logical point of view, there is no way in hell that Batman would take on another kid sidekick. He'd been skirting the Child Endangerment laws badly enough as it was; he could no longer pretend that he'd always be able to cover Robin's back. And so for a good long time, Batman worked alone.

But as I mentioned before, The Must Always Be a Robin. In time, a third Robin was introduced: a boy named Tim Drake. This time, the writers took better care introducing him and establishing the character with a keen intellect as well as a nimble athlete, and making him prove his worthiness to wear Robin's mask and cape. (And they also ditched the doofy shorts and gave him a new costume that had echoes of the old but looked a lot more practical). DC helped further establish the character with a very good ROBIN solo series written by Chuck Dixon.

Since then, Batman has accumulated a few more Robins, including Tim's girlfriend and the cute but nasty love-child of Batman and Ra's Al-Ghul's daughter. And eventually Jason Todd came back from the dead too, thanks in part to the mass re-booting connected with the New 52. He's now a cranky young man, bitter about being left for dead by Batman and not averse to employing extreme violence to solve problems. Oh, and Jason now calls himself Red Hood, which was the original nom de crime of the Joker.

I guess it all comes around eventually.




Monday, February 9, 2015

The Smile of the Bat



Strangely enough, I didn’t read many comic books as a kid, with the exception of my Dad’s collection of POGO books in our basement and the comics pages of the Sunday newspaper.  I’m afraid I had a kind of snobbish attitude towards them; I read real books, like Jules Verne and H.G. Wells.  But on one occasion, my parents bought my brother and I each a comic book and those books, although I can’t say exactly changed my life, stayed with me in my imaginations and my memory.

One was an issue of BRAVE AND THE BOLD featuring a team-up between Batman and the Atom in which Batman winds up in a coma and the Atom helps him solve his own murder by shrinking down to microscopic size and running around on the surface of Batman’s brain to stimulate it into moving his body.  The other was a DETECTIVE COMICS which featured the epic conclusion of Archie Goodwin and Walt Simonson’s Manhunter series.  The Manhunter/Batman story in particular impressed me with Simonson’s stunning artwork and I tried lifting some of his visual techniques in some of my own cartoons.

But there was more to those comics than that. This was during the mid-’70s, when DC Comics was putting out 100-page issues, cram-packed with reprint goodness.  In addition to the featured story, those two comics also included, between the two of them, a surreal Golden Age Spectre story, Steve Ditko’s origin story for the Creeper, the Viking Prince, the Golden Age Green Lantern’s first battle with the Sportsmaster, and a fantastic story in which Dr. Fate and Hourman team-up to fight not just Solomon Grundy, but a zombie Green Lantern.  My brother and I must have read and re-read those two comics for months.

But in some ways the strangest story of them all was a reprint of an old Batman and Robin tale from the ‘40s.  To explain why, let me back up a bit.

The first thing that struck me when I read those comics was the ears.  DC had recently re-designed Batman’s costume giving him a cowl with eight-inch long bat-ears pointy enough to put someone’s eyes out.  The second, and more significant thing I noticed was how serious Batman was.  I was familiar with the TV Batman, of course, who would smile and shake hands with Robin before proceeding to beat the snot out of criminals in the animated opening; but in the ’70s DC went through a process of trying to de-silly the Darknight Detective..  This Batman wasn’t just serious, he was positively grim.  The way Walt Simonson drew him, Batman was frowning so hard it looked like his face was going to break.

But one of the comics, I forget which one now, also had a Golden Age Batman story in which he and Robin match wits with a couple villains I hadn’t heard of before named Tweedle-Dum and Tweedle-Dee.  This looked more like the Batman I’d been familiar with.  His ears were a reasonable length and didn’t look like they were compensating for anything.  He could joke with Robin while punching out thugs.  He actually smiled.  This was a Batman who clearly enjoyed his work.  The cognitive dissonance between the two stories was enough to give my poor 10-year-old brain whiplash.

It was many years later that I started seriously reading comic books; about the time Frank Miller’s THE DARK KNIGHT RETURNS came out in fact.  If the Batman of the ‘70s was grim, Miller’s Batman was ultra-grim:  a bitter and angry, obsessive old man in a corrupt and crime-ridden city.  Miller told a powerful story and his comic was certainly ground-breaking.  DARK KNIGHT RETURNS is a good comic, but I’m not sure I’m so happy with its Batman becoming the Definitive Batman.

DARK KNIGHT RETURNS was set in a Gotham City that was dark and crime-ridden because it had deteriorated since Batman’s retirement.  Succeeding writers decided that Gotham was always a dark and corrupt city.  The DARK KNIGHT Batman was a bitter old man who’d been stewing in his obsessions for decades.  Later writers grafted this attitude onto the present-day Batman.  And then there’s the whole thing about his relationship with Superman.  There once was a time when Superman and Batman were buds, and regarded each other as peers.  DARK KNIGHT played up their differences, and it’s Bruce Wayne was contemptuous of Clark Kent. Now, granted, Miller handled this well, and gave the reader the sense that there had be a friendship between the two men at one time; and his portrayal of Superman is more sympathetic than perhaps a lot of readers have given credit.  But that hasn’t stopped other writers from seizing on this antagonism as the defining dynamic between the two characters.

Max Alan Collins, a prolific mystery author who has also written comic books, was once asked to write an introduction for the trade paperback compilation volume of DARK KNIGHT RETURNS.  The piece he wrote was rejected, and he later claimed it was because in the introduction he said that Frank Miller’s dark and psychotic Batman and the campy Adam West Batman from TV were both legitimate interpretations of the character.

A similar sentiment was expressed in an episode of the animated series Batman: The Brave and the Bold in which the Bat-Mite directly addressed Batman‘s fans:

“Batman's rich history allows him to be interpreted in a multitude of ways. To be sure, this is a lighter incarnation, but it's certainly no less valid and true to the character's roots than the tortured avenger crying out for mommy and daddy.”

Don’t get me wrong; the Grim and Gritty Post-DARK KNIGHT/Post-WATCHMEN Era has produced some really good stories; but I can’t help but think something has been lost too, and that something is a sense of Joy.  Batman used take some pleasure in his work; He used to be able to relax.  He used to be able to smile.

There was a classic Batman story from the ‘70s in which Bruce Wayne takes some disadvantaged Gotham kids out on a camping trip, and he overhears them talking about the Batman.  Each one has a different , fanciful idea about what the Batman is really like.  Bruce changes into his costume and comes out to surprise the kids.  “Actually, Batman looks like this!” he says.  The kids laugh:  “You can’t fool us, Mister Wayne!”

It’s hard to imagine the current-day Bruce Wayne taking time off from his War on Crime to organize a camping trip or putting on his costume to give some kids a treat.  Nope, he’s too busy wallowing in angst and grim determination.

Which I wouldn’t mind if it gave us good stories and if this uber-grim attitude was confined to the Bat-Cave, but one of the downsides of the Grim ‘n’ Gritty Era is that it has given writers the sense that Gloom equals Realism and if Dark Angst works for Batman, it should work for other heroes too.  This is why the Man of Steel movie gave us a Superman dressed in a costume of reddish-grey and bluish-grey,   Back in the early ‘90s, the short-lived TV series based on THE FLASH tried to look as much as possible like Tim Burton’s Batman, set in a city of eternal night.  The newer TV series is a little wiser, allowing Barry Allen to run around in the daytime occasionally, and giving him some fun in his life as well as angst.

I suppose it’s too late now to avoid sounding like a Cranky Old Fan.  But I like my comics and my heroes to have a sense of Joy about them.  I don’t insist that they all be “Bwa-ha-ha” funny like the old JUSTICE LEAGUE INTERNATIONAL, or that Batman fight goofy space aliens as he did in the 1950s.  But I would like some sense of fun; some sense that the heroes are allowed to enjoy themselves on occasion.


I’d like to see Batman smile a little more.