Bruce Wayne as meth/heroin addict?
The Fisher King-esque quest across Gotham city for a bottle of booze.
Robin and Nightwing taken down by the International Club of Villains?
A Bat-suit pieced together from the gaudy cloth that was in a homeless man's shopping cart?
A ghost helping Bruce put himself back together, and a Mite hovering over the shoulder of the Batman of Zurr-En-Arrh?
It's really no wonder that a lot of staid Bat-fans hated this run. But to me, this is the glory of the technicolour imagination of Grant Morrison providing its kaleidoscopic vision of the Dark Knight.
My son graduated high school yesterday, and I rolled back into the house around 3 am after dropping some of his friends off home. I'm tired, and don't have the energy to say much more about this comic. But go back up and re-read those first few sentences. What more needs to be said? This ain't your typical Batman story, and that's what makes it spectacular.
Onward.
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