Often disregarded as part of any continuity, Li’l Bruce Wayne was a long-running series of light-hearted comic books aimed at children, detailing the life of a young, fantastically wealthy Bruce Wayne (known in the series as “The Happiest Kid On Earth”) in the years before the deaths of Thomas and Martha Wayne and his subsequent transformation into Batman

The series was originally created by Bill Finger and Jerry Robinson to fill a gap in DC’s publishing schedule after the cancellation of More Fun Comics in 1946, and ran through the majority of the Silver Age despite being regarded by editors and fans alike as being “extremely depressing” [citation needed] and is usually left out of any discussion of the character. It is notable, however, as being the first published comic book work of writer/artist Frank Miller.

Fond at Chris’s Invincible Super-Blog, via. More in link. Can it be that the true purpose of Photoshop has finally been achieved?


  1. Whenever I was sick, after seeing the doctor, my mother would get my prescription filled at a drug store. I always picked out Li’l Brucie comics, because the superhero comics always made me feel sicker. Still have them in an old box somewhere.
    As a footnote, this title was used as evidence in the infamous “Batman vs. Dick Tracy”lawsuit, which was settled out of court, as the many parallels between the two characters could never be proven as to who originated what aspects. (Rogues gallery, scifi stories, gadgets, orphaned sidekicks, parents/inlaws murders…) Can’t find the link, but Max Collins talked about this dichotomy years ago when the movies came out.

  2. Oh, and that cover is a reprint to cash-in (HA!) on Miller’s later fame. DC’s kiddie comics rarely featured credits, partly because of contracts, partly because the creators didn’t want the later stigma of having worked on a children’s comicbook (although many did, as the model sheets, short story lengths, and the less critical fans served as a perfect school for new talent).

  3. I remember these a lad … mum and dad would always pick one out for me at the local drugstore and surprise me. Imagine their dismay to find me crying, pounding my little fists on the floor, at the injustice of it all … the final issue of Little Brucie cast aside like a broken promise.