9” X 12” original sketches are up for sale this coming Saturday, February 1st 2014, 9am CST. Check ‘em out HERE. US only.
Oh, hey. I was gonna put a post together but this reblog saves me the time. Thanks, xombiedirge :)
The original cat burglar is on her next spree! This is an original pinup piece inspired by Gil Elvgren’s Art and Bettie Page’s Charm with a Catwoman twist.
You can order prints here: http://spicydonut.storenvy.com/products/5142611-catwoman-pinup-print
Also if you would like to find me around the web I inhabit these other media outlets-
Batman Tarzan: The Claws Of the Cat-Woman #3, November 1999, cover by Dave Dorman
Didja know that Batman’s Rogue’s Gallery ALL have the same favorite CCR tune? Yup—they all love “Who’ll Stop The Wayne?” ! (“Me! Me!” No, ME!” “Uh uh—me!”)
Neal Adams & Dick Giordano
Stop smiling, darn it. Grim’n’gritty, get it?
BEST (& GROOVIEST) COMICBOOK OF 2013? (that didn’t happen)
Concept/story/art by Francesco Francavilla
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A nice Schultz/”Peanuts” homage in Batman: The Brave & The Bold v2 #16, by Sholly Fisch & Rick Burchett.
Have you heard? CN’s execs don’t want girls watching superhero cartoons. Fuck that noise, they obviously don’t know what they’re missing out on.
THE LEGEND OF THE BATMAN
Of course the legend inflated everything, took something human and complex and made it implausible and ridiculous, but the real story, the real life of Bruce Wayne was so much more complex.
The basic parts of the legend are correct. That his parents were killed and he that eventually dressed as a bat to fight crime… all true.
But this is the actual story. Bruce William Wayne, son of Thomas and Martha, was born to one of Gotham City’s Founding Family’s on November 22nd, 1908. He was born to privilege and power, and that was always going to be his destiny.
That murder that took his parents however, was never a simple robbery in an alley. People of breeding and wealth do not walk alone in alleys. And they are never without protection. The Wayne murders were a brutal affair. They occurred in the Wayne Mansion and the unspeakable violence of that night would haunt the investigators of the crime for years.
A catatonic Bruce was found in a cave beneath the mansion two days later and he never spoke of what he saw or heard. He had just turned 8 years old.
The perpetrators were quickly hunted down, like dogs, and quickly executed because that’s what is done when the ruling class is harmed.
What occurred next is murky and is subject to interpretation. Young Wayne should have been broken by that night, what he must have seen and experienced… At best he should have lived a terrified shadow-life; at worst, his rage should have transformed him into a monster, but the mitigating influence of his father’s valet was his salvation. Alfred Pennyworth had been away that night of the attack and his guilt at not dying alongside his master, drove him to dedicate himself to the man’s child.
Much has been made of Pennyworth’s talents; that he had worked with Army intelligence, that he had been a medic, a master thespian… None of that is true. It should be enough to say that Pennyworth was British, that he was loyal and efficient, and that’s all that you need to know to understand Bruce Wayne’s salvation.
Training, yes. Study, yes. And then, on his birthday November 22nd 1929, one month after the worst economic collapse the world had ever known, Bruce Wayne inherited 15 million dollars. He was 21 years old.
The first year was spent trying to save his city from collapse, but the edifice, corrupted by a party machine and infiltrated by the cancer of prohibition era gangsters saw his attempts at charity evaporate into the wind, or worse, his money outright stolen.
His decision to take up the mantle of the Bat (undoubtedly speaking to his time beneath the house after his parent’s murder) occurred by the summer of 1930.
His crusade, however, was never about “fighting crime” or riding the city of cutpurses. For Wayne, it was always specific. He had declared war on the Zucco Political Machine, which like Capone’s grip on Chicago had statewide and national implications. This was no little thing. He had done nothing less than declare war on the way things were. He shouldn’t have lasted a month, let alone 19 years…
At first alone, but as the years passed, he enlisted allies; the police Lieutenant Gordon, Finger the journalist, the Assistant District Attorney Dent. In 1936, 16 year old Richard “Dickie” Grayson, a gypsy/carny became the Bat’s informant among the criminal classes and eventually the squire to Wayne’s Knight.
On January 8th 1940, the battle that had been fought across 11 years and had been waged over hundreds of battlefields, was over. Boss Zucco and his entire criminal syndicate/statewide political machine was finally and completely destroyed.
But by then, new crime families had already made inroads into Gotham and worse, the very world itself seemed to be coming apart at the seams. The Japanese scourge was raping it’s way across Asia, Europe was under Nazi rule and England, the Old World’s last light was flickering.
Wayne’s life’s work seemed meaningless and this was emphasized by the arrival of Joseph Kerr (AKA “The Joker”). A lifetime of abuse and mistreatment had taken what might have once been a man and twisted it into a hysterical psychopath. The 6 month joust between Knight and Madman, which claimed 42 lives was the second breaking of Bruce Wayne. It was as though Wayne were forced to confront the man he had might have become, the mirror image of his own rage twisted in on itself.
The War Years saw Bruce Wayne guiding his home-place as a city father. The Bat’s appearances were fewer and more often than not, it was Dickie Grayson who was now wearing the mask.
In 1947, during his 39th year, The Bat tackled the notorious jewel thief, Selina Kyle, the “Cat-woman”. She had always been a minor annoyance as mere thievery was beneath Wayne’s attention. They had danced a few times during the war, but she was smart, resourceful and knew how to stay out of the light and so was left to do as she pleased. It was more happenstance then detective work that brought them to this particular rooftop.
The confrontation was quick and brutal but as she hit the ground, the frozen look of horror on her face, shook the man beneath the mask. The Bat paused, thinking to offer her his hand by way of apology.
“My God. You… look so… sad. And tired.”
And it was only then that he realized that her look of horror was not in being captured, or even his terrifying presence, but was instead a reaction to his face, to his expression, to the weight he had been carrying for 31 years. When she touched his face, more out of pity than anything else, it was as if she had cracked him in half.
It was then that the madness of their disparate lives rained upon the night with quiet sighs and rippled laughter.
The Bat was never seen again.
Governor Bruce William Wayne died in 1995 at the age of 87, attended to by his wife Selina, their 4 children and 15 grandchildren.
Batman & Robin Vs Ra’s al Ghul, Joker, Two-Face & Catwoman commission by John Byrne. 2006.
Happy Friday, cats and kittens. I hope you all have a great weekend.
Batman and Catwoman by Alan Davis!