I have a weird love/hate relationship with the current Robin Damian Wayne. I hated his initial introduction and his eventual replacement of Tim Drake as Robin. Part of this hate that I carried stemmed from DC's inability to give Drake a purpose post-Damian's promotion to Batman's partner. The Red Robin series was ok, but we are now a year and a half into the New52 and Red Robin cannot hang onto a regular costume from one series appearance to another, let alone have any meaningful character development in his Scott Lobdell written series.
Tim Drake was my favorite Robin and the one I always thought, after years of slow and consistent tragedy, could eventually replace Bruce in the hypothetical future. (The unfulfilled promise for all sidekicks.) I loved that over the years Tim had adopted many of Bruce's personality traits in the Teen Titans and other titles. Part of my distaste for Damian can be connected to the sidelining of one of my favorite characters.
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Wednesday, February 20, 2013
Thursday, November 15, 2012
Drinking to the End of an Era, & Saying Goodbye to my Favorite B*stard
One of my favorite scenes in a comic book involves Satan and Guinness.
A man had sold his soul to Satan (the First of the Fallen) in exchange for being able to use magic. Sadly, as this man’s life was coming to an end, all this mage did was live in a room under an abandoned church and turn Holy Water into Guinness. So long as a candle on the table stayed lit, the Guinness would not turn back into Holy Water. John Constantine was dying of lung cancer and he met this mage friend of his for a few drinks and to BS about the old days.
As Constantine and his friend sat there drinking, the Mage dies. Satan had to claim this man’s soul by midnight, or the Mage was out of the deal with the Devil (one of three running Hell), and therefore could escape eternal torment. Constantine sticks around to meet the First of the Fallen for the first time. Satan walked into the room with a definite smugness and warned Constantine that nothing would stop him from getting the Mage’s soul.
Constantine told Satan that he would not dream of trying to stop him, and poured himself and the Devil two pints of Guinness. He proposed to Satan that they should have a toast over the dead Mage’s body because in that one moment Constantine would have shown up his dead friend’s entire life by doing so. Satan knew of Constantine’s reputation and informed him that he likes his wicked ways. Both drank their Guinness.
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