EDITOR’S NOTE: This review contains spoilers… although it would be hard to ruin it any worse than it already is.
When I was in high school, in those dark days before even the first Tim Burton Batman movie was released, it was hard to be a Batman fan. Based upon the fact that Batman lived with a prepubescent boy, I found myself spending an inordinate amount of time, time that I could have spent attempting to convince girls that reading Batman didn’t make me unfuckable, instead defending the character as a heterosexual gynephile, based purely on implied attraction between Batman and Catwoman, including sidelong glances, near kisses, and vague double entendre.
You damn spoiled rotten kids today, what with your Anne Hathaway, and your slashfic, and your Catwoman #1.
Seriously: check this shit out: