SQUEE!
Today my Batman: the Animated Series, Volume 1 DVDs came in the mail. OMG. 625 minutes of my favorite childhood show. *dead from joy*
Bruce Wayne was my first fannish love (Ray on the animated Ghostbusters was just a warmup, you see). There'd been hints already, even before the age of 7 when I started watching Batman, of me loving characters more when they were sad or hurt. But Bruce Wayne was my first obsession with the angst and the hurt and the HOTTNESS. My Batman will always be the animated Batman, broad-shouldered and huge and awe-inspiring, wry and sardonic and snarky, broody and angsty and wounded. With that voice and that smirk -- ohhh, man.
This afternoon a few of us watched five episodes -- Mad Hatter, Christmas with the Joker, I've Got Batman in My Basement, Heart of Ice, and Appointment in Crime Alley. And they were funny, and silly, and sad, and awesome. And I had to fight to keep from squeeing incessently the entire time. I think Ben was highly amused at the level of love I display for ol' Bruce, but hey, Bruce Wayne r0x0rz.
This is my Bruce Wayne and my Batman: wounded emotionally from his parents' murders (that pic is of him with a family friend after the murders), wounded physically constantly because of his dedication to fighting crime (the middle pic is from my favorite episode, Blind as a Bat, where Batman's completely blinded for a few days and OHHHH the woobie factor sets in like mad), and still fuckin' badass despite it all. Oh yes. Ohhhh yes. <3 <3 <3
I've always loved the superheroes' alteregos more, because of their tragic pasts (TM, heh). The superhero personas are brave and admirable, yes -- but usually, under the mask, there's a broken man inside who's desperately trying to save others, even through his own pain and private horrors, and that's character GOLD for me. *wub*
So yes... the Gina is a VERY happy girl. Who will have to spend some quality time with Photoshop in the next few days making angsty Bruce Wayne/Batman icons. SQUEE!
Bruce Wayne was my first fannish love (Ray on the animated Ghostbusters was just a warmup, you see). There'd been hints already, even before the age of 7 when I started watching Batman, of me loving characters more when they were sad or hurt. But Bruce Wayne was my first obsession with the angst and the hurt and the HOTTNESS. My Batman will always be the animated Batman, broad-shouldered and huge and awe-inspiring, wry and sardonic and snarky, broody and angsty and wounded. With that voice and that smirk -- ohhh, man.
This afternoon a few of us watched five episodes -- Mad Hatter, Christmas with the Joker, I've Got Batman in My Basement, Heart of Ice, and Appointment in Crime Alley. And they were funny, and silly, and sad, and awesome. And I had to fight to keep from squeeing incessently the entire time. I think Ben was highly amused at the level of love I display for ol' Bruce, but hey, Bruce Wayne r0x0rz.
This is my Bruce Wayne and my Batman: wounded emotionally from his parents' murders (that pic is of him with a family friend after the murders), wounded physically constantly because of his dedication to fighting crime (the middle pic is from my favorite episode, Blind as a Bat, where Batman's completely blinded for a few days and OHHHH the woobie factor sets in like mad), and still fuckin' badass despite it all. Oh yes. Ohhhh yes. <3 <3 <3
I've always loved the superheroes' alteregos more, because of their tragic pasts (TM, heh). The superhero personas are brave and admirable, yes -- but usually, under the mask, there's a broken man inside who's desperately trying to save others, even through his own pain and private horrors, and that's character GOLD for me. *wub*
So yes... the Gina is a VERY happy girl. Who will have to spend some quality time with Photoshop in the next few days making angsty Bruce Wayne/Batman icons. SQUEE!