He’s the hero Gotham deserves, but not the one it needs right now.
So we’ll hunt him. Because he can take it. Because he’s not our hero.
He’s a silent guardian.
A watchful protector.
Commissioner Gorden from The Dark Night
My son is 31 years old and has been an avid Batman fan since a very very early age.
It may have been his 3rd or 4th Christmas that Santa brought him a battery operated
Batmobile that he could ride.
He was so blown away by what his young eyes beheld, that he ran to his room in order to
put on his Halloween costume..the one that still hung in his closet always at the ready…
Yes, it was a batman costume…one he would don whenever he believed Batman was
needed to save the day.
That Christmas morning, without uttering a word, our son, in full Batman regalia, proceeded to
stoically climb into that car in order to heed the call of help.
The problem came when he realized the car would not fly….the wee driver was to simply step
on a peddle propelling the car at a snail’s pace across the pavement.
Just as silent and just as stoic, he climbed out of the car and simply went inside.
Ode to a child’s imagination, thinking and yearning.
Needless to say, the prized and coveted Christmas gift was not so prized.
Our young son saw a batmobile and by gosh that thing was supposed to do what
Michael Keaton’s could do…race and fly.
Michael Keaton starred in the first real Batman movie our son ever saw…
Since that movie came out in 1989 and our son was born in 1988,
he saw the movie via a VHS tape shown at home.
The first actual movie that he saw in theaters, of which we regretted taking him to,
was Batman Returns with Danny DiVito playing the Penguin.
McDonald’s had really played up the movie for kids at all of their franchises and on television
because everything Happy Meal was all things Bat.
The movie, however, was, in our opinion, too dark and definitely not intended for young audiences.
But to this day, he says that is one of his favorites of the long-running series.
This little trip down memory lane came rushing forward while I was in Atlanta the past
several days taking care of a sickly Mayor.
We’d settled in one evening after supper and of course,
both the Mayor and Sheriff wanted to watch a cartoon…Frozen is the theme of the day.
Over and over we watch the Frozen movies…I can sing it all in my sleep…just let it go
for crying out loud…
But my son attempted putting on one of the older Batman movies—that is until I told him
his two young fans were just that, too young.
But before he turned it off, the opening scene of this particular movie showed a gathering of
city officials at some sort of banquet, where the speaker addressing those gathered spoke of the
demise of the city of Gotham.
He spoke of how the city was crime-ridden, dishonest, suffering…
And that’s when it hit me like a ton of bricks.
We are living in Gotham.
Our major cities are now rife with disease.
Not so much from a pandemic disease but rather from the disease of human ill.
Not simply drugs, or from the typical crimes found in big cities, but ill with
the hate-filled rioting, looting, violence, agitation, and lawlessness found in hopelessness.
That which is found rotting in anarchy.
These are places where the bad guys now rule both the day and night.
And we are finding that we so desperately want to shine that floodlight into the night sky
with the insignia of “the bat.”
A signal that visibly states our dire need for help as well as a need for hope and
dare we say it, a savior from our current misery.
But here’s the thing…
we have no superheroes.
We have no long-suffering brooding vigilantes who feel the need to defend the defenseless.
They simply don’t exist.
We have police.
We have a military.
But both are currently loathed.
And so we feel lost.
We feel helpless.
We feel hopeless.
But there are those among us who do know…
we know that there is one who is more than just a watchful protecor…
one who has offered us both help and hope…
His name is Jesus Christ and all we have to do is to call out His name.
so shall my word be that goes out from my mouth;
it shall not return to me empty,
but it shall accomplish that which I purpose,
and shall succeed in the thing for which I sent it.
I love this post for a number of reasons. My second grandchild, Josh, claimed to be Batman. I’m not sure if he still believes that – he’s 22 now. Whatever the case, I felt like Batman’s grandma for a time. Also your tale of watching Frozen over and over reminded me of binge watching “Shrek” with my granddaughter over and over and realizing that ogres, like the rest of us, have many layers. When the same granddaughter turned seventeen, she said, “Remember how we watched “Shrek” over and over? Those were the good old days.”
We are in a terrible time, right here in Gotham City, but we do have a Savior. Our Super Hero doesn’t wear a cape and his crown was made of thorns. He suffered for our sake and shed His blood so we could live. His resurrection assures our entrance into paradise. I’d say that trumps Batman every day.
And I’d say you’re correct Batman’s grandma 🤗
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Actually according to Bat Legend… Batman WAS hated.. by the criminal element in Gotham.
And think of it for a moment.. Jesus was at times un-noticed by the crowds, that is, he simply walked through angry crowds…
Jesus said “Put away your sword”… Batman didn’t carry any swords.
I’m sure your son still believes he’s at least Bruce Wayne… He’s got a lot of gifts. 🙂
ahh, Ed, you are correct…the Bat never carried a weapon—the similarites are interesting are they not…?
You know of course Batman is one of my favorite hero; largely because unlike typical comic book hero he had no superpower. We are indeed living in Gotham today…and Gotham is threatening to enter every suburb and rural area unfortunately
That’s what so scary