We haven’t read the finale of the BATMAN RIP storyline which came out last week…but lots of other folks have. Apparently
imagine how violated you’d feel if you realised someone had not only been fucking around in your head, but that they’d even gone so far as to booby-trap it. There in the last cave, the gloomy recesses of the psyche, Batman discovers the post-hypnotic word, the mind-virus, and no wonder he has difficulty fathoming its shape! What would it look like?
Reactions among fans at the Harvard/Radcliffe SF blog are more dubious, with a column called When in doubt, kill your heroes:
Okay, my glamorous daydreams of Batman crashing heroically through a windowpane two blocks from my office aside, it sure seems fishy to me that a hero’s narrative–even those of heroes owned by a corporation, not by a writer–can be altered because of the company’s marketing and publicity concepts. But that’s exactly what DC has done, over and over, and they wouldn’t be doing it if it wasn’t working.
Of course, it’s not the first time that Wayne has given up the Batcowl. Longtime readers will recall the Knightfall/Knightquest saga back in the early 1990s when Bruce Wayne’s back was broken by the villainous Bane and a new younger model – Jean-Paul Valley.
That particular saga, which ran over the whole gamut of Bat-titles from April 1993 to August 1994, is a bit of a mess. It is not high on most people’s favourite Batman stories and there is a reason for that. No one liked Jean-Paul and his hi-tech new costume and there was a palpable sense of relief when it was all over and Bruce Wayne returned to normal, crime-fighting duties.
The Comicbook blog has a headline that just might be the most accurate thing anyone has written: Batman Dead But No One Believes It.