Original Batman Quotes

Green Lantern: "What are your powers anyway? You can't fly." Batman: "No." Green Lantern: "Super-strength?" Batman: "No." Green Lantern: "Hold on a second... You're not just some guy in a bat costume, are you? Are you freaking kidding me?!

Alfred, I need ice and that vitamin K goop. To the nursery. Stat." "I loathe you, Master Griffin," came a British accent over the intercom. "Thanks, Alfred," Griffin answered and came back to the bed. "Is your butler's name really Alfred?" "No. It's Jamison, I think. Can't remember. I changed it to Alfred years ago. My first crush on a dude was Batman...

My internal temper tantrum tirade continued: But attracting and holding the interest of someone like Quinn Sullivan will have to go into my box of make believe with the eventual remake of Final Fantasy 7 with Playstation 3 graphics or finding an original, pristine version of Detective Comics No. 27- Batman's debut.

Nothing about the character was new. He was simply a combination of tropes from many sources: even his origin story itself was full of swipes. Kane

a flaming angel

All Talons must burn!

I am the reason the criminals breathe easier when the sun rises.

Look at her, Alfred,” Bruce said. “That sculpture alone, which we owe to both Percy and Lydia, is proof that Gotham’s past holds more than just crime and bloodshed. Peace and grace can also be found there, and endure for generations to come, long after the sins of the past are dead and buried.

Bruce Wayne’s childhood experience of losing his parents during a random back-alley mugging remains the primary origin story for the Batman character, but other than irrationally (or, more accurately: insanely) motivating his desire to fight crime, the trauma seems to have had little discernable effect on his character.

Green Arrow is the embodiment of what one person can do. It’s a theme that comes up repeatedly in this book, one that explains why this powerless archer with a chip on his shoulder appeals to so many people. He wasn’t born of the heartbreaking tragedy of a Batman, he didn’t fall from the stars to deliver humanity from evil, nor is his origin wrapped in the fabric of Greek myths and legends. He is a human character that struggles with work, love, loss, darkness, death, and the weight of his own sins. Like the rest of us humans, Green Arrow is flawed, and a perpetually moving target.

The world recoiled in horror in 2012 when 20 Connecticut schoolchildren and six adults were killed at Sandy Hook Elementary School. . . . The weapon was a Bushmaster AR-15 semiautomatic rifle adapted from its original role as a battlefield weapon. The AR-15, which is designed to inflict maximum casualties with rapid bursts, should never have been available for purchase by civilians (emphasis added).1 —New York Times editorial, March 4, 2016 Assault weapons were banned for 10 years until Congress, in bipartisan obeisance to the gun lobby, let the law lapse in 2004. As a result, gun manufacturers have been allowed to sell all manner of war weaponry to civilians, including the super destructive .50-caliber sniper rifle. . . .(emphasis added)2 —New York Times editorial, December 11, 2015 [James Holmes the Aurora, Colorado Batman Movie Theater Shooter] also bought bulletproof vests and other tactical gear” (emphasis added).3 —New York Times, July 22, 2012 It is hard to debate guns if you don’t know much about the subject. But it is probably not too surprising that gun control advocates who live in New York City know very little about guns. Semi-automatic guns don’t fire “rapid bursts” of bullets. The New York Times might be fearful of .50-caliber sniper rifles, but these bolt-action .50-caliber rifles were never covered by the federal assault weapons ban. “Urban assault vests” may sound like they are bulletproof, but they are made of nylon. These are just a few of the many errors that the New York Times made.4 If it really believes that it has a strong case, it wouldn’t feel the need to constantly hype its claims. What distinguishes the New York Times is that it doesn’t bother running corrections for these errors.

How did you get the badges?” Parker asked. “You didn’t steal a badge from a pro, did you?” “Of course not,” Hardison said. “Geek solidarity to the end.” “Then whose name is this on my badge? Who’s Diana Prince?” Hardison laughed. “That’s Wonder Woman’s secret identity.” Parker giggled at that. “And who are you? Carl Lucas?” “That’s Luke Cage’s original name.” “Who?” Eliot didn’t bother to conceal his irritation. “Luke Cage? You know, Power Man? Of Power Man and Iron Fist?” Hardison waited for a response that never came. “Sweet Christmas, what’s wrong with you people?” “We have lives. And just who am I supposed to be, huh? Batman’s secret sidekick?” “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Sophie said. Nate gave her a nudge with his elbow, and she fixed him with a mischievous smile. “Naw, man,” said Hardison. “I wouldn’t do that to you. I know how you feel about ‘fictional’ people.” “So who the hell is Warren Ellis?” “He’s a comic-book writer. Good one.” Eliot groaned. “For God’s sake, do I look like a comic-book writer?” “Hey, don’t knock Warren Ellis. He wrote all sorts of great stuff. Global Frequency, The Authority, Transmetropolitan. Good stuff.

I was afraid of that at first—that the Court of Owls had contaminated the past beyond redemption, tainting it irrevocably—but I’ve come to realize that is too narrow and defeatist a view. If this case has taught me anything, it’s that the history of Gotham isn’t just the history of the Owls and their victims. It’s also the history of men and women fighting back against the Court, no matter the cost, and finding love and beauty in their lives, regardless of how dark the encroaching shadows might seem at times.

A comforting sentiment, sir.” Alfred took Bruce’s empty tea cup from him. “One likes to think that Miss Doyle would agree.

Bruce, I’m not saying never take any risks, because that would be a waste of time. I know you will. I did, in my youth. In a way, life is about taking risks.

As Bruce would write later that night, “A signal now, for when I’m needed. But when the light hits the sky, it’s not just a call. It’s a warning. To them.” A masked figure dressed in black stepped into the dim light of Gotham City. “I am the shadows. I am vengeance. I am…” The Batman.

Instead of racing away from that terrible event,” Alfred continued, “I think maybe it’s time to start running toward something.

Superheroes are the story of America. They are the means America uses to tell its story, and it sees itself as the ultimate superhero. America is the most mythical country in the world because, ironically, it has the least myths of its own. America isn’t an inventive country, it’s a re-inventive country. It’s always stealing from everywhere else and repurposing it. Why is Hollywood in the USA and not in Europe? It’s because America is a laboratory for reinventing and representing old stories, for continually mythologizing itself, in order to establish for itself a set of myths such as other, much more historical nations, have naturally. But America is now running out of stories, and is plundering its own stories that it has already told so often. How many times do we need to see Spiderman’s Origin Story, or Superman’s, or Batman’s? The same old material is being endlessly recycled. America has run out of stories, and that’s why it’s going into a steep decline. It can’t inflate itself any more. The wells of its imagination have run dry.

Without Sally the Sleuth, there would be no Superman. In fact, without the pulp heroine with a penchant for solving crimes in a state of undress, there would be no Batman either. Or Wonder Woman. Or even the Avengers. This statement reeks of hyperbole, clearly. From her black and white pulp origins in 1934 to her full colour comic books outings in the 1950s, Sally spent the bulk of her time fighting off goons and cracking cases in a series of adventures that were an odd mix of heroism and hedonism. She’s a fascinating figure in the history of comic books in her own right, but an unusual and little known one, especially in comparison to globally beloved superhero icons. Nonetheless, not only does the superhero industry owe its existence to Sally the Sleuth, it owes it twice over.