To lose one parent, Mr Worthing, may be regarded as a misfortune; to lose both looks like carelessness. ~ The Importance of being Ernest.
Yes, I quoted Oscar Wilde, because I’m the shit. While talking about comics! You know you are jelly.
This one is going to be short and to the point today. I have come to one conclusion about the Wayne family of Gotham.
They cannot have fucking parents. World’s Finest #0 proved this well.
We already saw Bruce’s death in the first issue, which was freaking hard up, being that he had enough time to say, hey, I love you. Boom. Done he is gone.
Selina gets around the same treatment, but she doesn’t get a chance to tell anyone anything, being she is dead the second Helena shows up. My favorite part in this issue has to be when the cop asks if she is crazy, and Bruce’s answer is one of the best things I have ever seen.
Damian is a bit of the same way, his mother straight out abandons him for his clone, and his father, well his father is the Batman for fucks sake. He did go to live with Dick when Bruce was having his lovely adventure through time. And that fan’s don’t like the kid for the most part, which I don’t understand at all. Because I have a hard time hating on a ten year old kid. So yea, Damian seems to me have weirdest parenting problem ever! Plus his dad is 90% of the time ignoring the shit out of him. So yea, this kid is fucked.
And then there is Bruce, parents murdered right in front of him. So Shit. Wayne’s can have parents long enough for them to be convinced and spend a little time with them, before they are disposed of them in some way.
So yea, World’s Finest was fun, as always, and again, sorry this is so short, but I’m setting up my post for the fan fair that will be my 100th post! See you all then!
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