That's right! Because you're not supposed to know unless Batman wants you to know.
And he doesn't.
Let's get a little background (slightly spoilery):
In Batman: Year 100 #4 (Paul Pope, writer/artist; Jose Villarrubia, colorist), Batman has just pounded the crap out of a bad guy/government agent who, in an earlier issue, tried using his telepathy to get Bats to 'fess up with the secret identity. I mean, he made Batman's nose bleed and everything. Now, beaten and passing out from knock-out gas, the agent manages to ask one last time, "Wh--Who are ... you ...?"
The panel is Batman's answer. And it's perfect.
"Goddamn Batman" my ass.
"Favorite Pan ... what ?
4 comments:
Man, I wish I could still buy comics every week.
Instead I have to settle for going to B&N every month and just tearing through as many of the trades in one sitting as possible. 'Cause it's free.
But then it gives me a splitting headache...
What's this "buy" thing you're talking about? Actually, I volunteer at the comic book store I used to work at so I get to read a lot of 'em a day early. The manager's also cool and let's me borrow comics with the agreement that I'm going to bring them back. On top of that, when I do buy comics I still get my employee discount!
Man - that was the best job I ever had. As long as you ignored the crappy pay.
Man - I sure do wish I was still able to buy comics printed in a language that I can read...
Fred! I just noticed your comment - I thought you could read Chinese?
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