It's like opening a box and finding an angry kitten
Okay, I've read GM's recent Batman & Robin and he has, terrifyingly, managed to make me like Damian Wayne. (Granted, haha, he did create the little bastard in the first place, but shhh.) The second he became Robin, really, officially Robin, my heart apparently decided to thaw. Look, look, it is a ten-year-old with illusions of being a ninja, rather than the reverse! Huzzah, cuteness has prevailed.
This post is partially to get this tiny demon out of my system, and partially dedicated to Dean Trippe. Oh Dean, please know that on your birthday weekend, I concede that Grant Morrison is the best ever and totally rules. I might even like Little D more than Jason now, maybe. Maybe.
(Well. To be fair, a big part of it is probably that Quitely's design for this costume is perfect. I don't want to change it at all. And you guys know me -- I go crazy for a sharp-dressed character. I want to fiddle with all the other Robin costumes, and have, but not this one. Hats off.)