My childhood ended in the summer of 1989. I was 9 years old, and my family was falling apart. My mother was an abusive alcoholic, and addict, and my dad had finally had enough. So, in a tide of chaos, Batman was a tiny island of refuge. In the chaos of my life upending, saying goodbye to all of my friends for the last time, and moving to an entirely different state, and away from city life, this movie was a beacon. I love the film unironically, warts and all. It is perfect to me, and will always be my entry into the world of comics, and especially the world of Batman. I will always love it.
Fifteen years ago, I took a trip back to my old city, to reconnect with the places I grew up. When I got to the hotel, I flipped on the television, and like serendipity, Batman was playing. It was all too much, and I joined the Joker for a weep.
Fifteen years ago, I took a trip back to my old city, to reconnect with the places I grew up. When I got to the hotel, I flipped on the television, and like serendipity, Batman was playing. It was all too much, and I joined the Joker for a weep.
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