The last of a dying breed.
So Greg Rucka said yesterday that he was leaving DC Comics to work on his own stuff. Good for him and all but I have yet to meet anyone who’s hated Batwoman since he got on board Detective comics. And until 52, I never cared a damn about the Question. Who knows what’s going to happen to them now. But good luck, Rucka.
Batgirl: Year One #3
The illustrious Chris Sims answers the question everyone is asking: What’s your take on Batgirl’s newly granted ability to walk? Should characters be permanently disabled?
She learns from her father what it means to do good, and gets his drive to do the right thing, but she also gets that she lives in a world where becoming a costumed crime-fighter is quite possibly the best way for her to do that.
What’s more — and this is the important part — she does it on her own. She doesn’t get taken to the cave and trained by the world’s greatest detective, and she doesn’t even undergo the kind of training her father had, although his status as the police commissioner certainly does provide a nice storytelling loophole for how she got equipment and knowledge. Instead, through determination and an incredible amount of intelligence, she becomes one of the few characters (along with the original Batwoman, in whose footsteps she definitely walked as a character) who looks at what Batman is doing and says, “Yeah, that’s the way to do it. I can totally do that.” And she does.
In that respect, she’s arguably as much of an aspirational character as Batman himself is, with the added bonus that, like newer characters like Tim Drake, she does it without a motivating tragedy.
She just decides to do it because she genuinely believes it’s the right thing to do.
Also, it’s worth noting that she has what is unquestionably one of the best costumes in comic book history.
It’s a nice article on why Oracle and Batgirl are important to DC and Barbara returning to the tights is more of a compromise nobody will like. I’m still on the fence until I read any issues but the thought of Oracle becoming a distant memory leaves a bad taste in my mouth.