I will start this by plainly stating two things:

1. There are few Batman fans bigger than me.
2. These are developing opinions.

I grew up in Aurora, Colorado about two miles from the theater where last week’s shootings took place. I’ve probably been there dozens of times.

When I first encountered Batman, it was watching the campy 1960s Adam West series with my dad. The violence was a joke, marked with brightly covered “whams” and “bams” written on the screen. Continue Reading…