I love Batman. I love him from his “nana-nana” to his butler, who made me cry during the last cinematic release on this epic superhero.
I love him for his dead parents – poor, lonely Bruce! – and for his attitude. He is no Tony Stark, arrogant and attention seeking.
He visits charity events because he has to, even if he stayed out late the night before, defending Gotham City, and would rather retire to bed early – and he does all that, not because it is easy, but because it is right.
Endure, Master Wayne. Take it. They’ll hate you for it, but that’s the point of Batman, he can be the outcast. He can make the choice that no one else can make, the right choice. (Alfred Pennyworth)
Besides being tall, dark and handsome, which never hurts, he is kind and clever.
It’s not who I am underneath, but what I do that defines me.
To me, he’s everything a superhero should be – and this Batcat does a remarkable impression of him!
Doesn’t he look heroic?