The powerless super hero par excellence, Batman will always have a special place in my affections. As I've said many times before, Adam West's Batman was partly responsible for getting me into comics as a kid, Tim Burton's Batman was responsible for making me want to read them again as an adult, and Frank Miller's Batman was responsible for making me want to write my own!
Armed with nothing more than a sharp mind and well-honed fighting skills (oh, okay, and enough cash to fill the subterranean network of caves beneath Wayne Manor!), Batman has always stood apart from the rest of the super hero pack. He wears dark greys and black rather than bright primary colours, he makes a virtue of keeping to the shadows rather than showboating in the glare of the limelight and, compared to those of his JLA comrades-in-arms, his methods have always been a little ... close to the edge!
The figurine made by Eaglemoss for the DC Comics Super Hero Collection (pictured) shows Batman with his arm raised, drawing his cape up to his face in the pose which has been one of his trademarks ever since he was first drawn by Bob Kane back in the 1930s.
In my comments on the Poison Ivy and Harley Quinn figurines, I mentioned that I felt the writers had failed to do those characters justice and set out the way I'd have written them in order to make them more interesting. In the case of Batman, I have no such axe to grind. Sure, many of his supposedly classic stories have been ludicrous (Knightfall) or run-of-the-mill (Hush), but the character himself is everything he should be and even the worst writers don't seem to have been able to dent his appeal.
Gruff, surly to the point of rudeness, conservative, right-wing and reactionary, violent and with little time for fools, he continues to be driven by a desire not simply to punish criminals, but to save others from the pain he had to endure following the murder of his parents. Long may he continue to watch over us from the rooftops of Gotham!