Andy C.
Repent, Harlequin!
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This just keeps getting weirder and weirder. And the mission itself doesn't exactly seem like the sort of thing I can bring myself to do. I mean, do we really want to torment an innocent little kid just so he can grow up to be a crime fighter?
"I'm with the big guy here, even if I don't know any of the people he's talking about. Look, if this Bat-guy manages to do some good in his world or whatever, and it's important for this other world that there's another one like him, then yeah, we should go for it. But no way, no way do we kill people. There's gotta be another way to light a fire under the kid."
As I say that, I can't help but think about my own family, Mom and Dad and Uncle Chuck, watching them get strapped into one of Robotnik's machines, the roboticizer turning their bodies into mechanical constructs, turning them into mindless slaves. I think about the day the Acorn Kingdom fell, and how scared we all were as we made our way to Knothole before the robots could find us.
I think of all the first Freedom Fighters, the old soldiers who made their stand so a couple of terrified little kids could take the Princess to safety, and remembering how much I wanted to be like them. And how, over time, I kinda did.
"If what you're telling me is that this kid eventually becomes a hero because of a tragedy, then maybe there's already the stuff to make a hero in him. Maybe we can get to it with something else. Instead of making it happen, we show him the sorta stuff that could happen, and show the kid that there's ways of stopping it. Instead of using fear, we use hope. Y'know, show him heroes. After all, isn't that what most of us are supposed to be?"
byrd_man said:"I don't know about you, but in my world, Gotham's home to a few vigilantes. Alan Scott, The Green Lantern. Black Canary, Creeper....Although he's sketchy at best, Ragman. I think Scott's our best choice. Plus Jim Gordon was a damn fine officer in his day."
I look at the other Batman, while he's even more obnoxious than my Bruce, I feel for him.
"Anything but kill his parents, I spent my life protecting the innocent and I'm not about to quit."
"I'm with the big guy here, even if I don't know any of the people he's talking about. Look, if this Bat-guy manages to do some good in his world or whatever, and it's important for this other world that there's another one like him, then yeah, we should go for it. But no way, no way do we kill people. There's gotta be another way to light a fire under the kid."
As I say that, I can't help but think about my own family, Mom and Dad and Uncle Chuck, watching them get strapped into one of Robotnik's machines, the roboticizer turning their bodies into mechanical constructs, turning them into mindless slaves. I think about the day the Acorn Kingdom fell, and how scared we all were as we made our way to Knothole before the robots could find us.
I think of all the first Freedom Fighters, the old soldiers who made their stand so a couple of terrified little kids could take the Princess to safety, and remembering how much I wanted to be like them. And how, over time, I kinda did.
"If what you're telling me is that this kid eventually becomes a hero because of a tragedy, then maybe there's already the stuff to make a hero in him. Maybe we can get to it with something else. Instead of making it happen, we show him the sorta stuff that could happen, and show the kid that there's ways of stopping it. Instead of using fear, we use hope. Y'know, show him heroes. After all, isn't that what most of us are supposed to be?"