About a month ago, I wrote that I was fully prepared to ditch DC Comics depending on the outcome of their Batman R.I.P. storyline. Well, the last issue’s come out, it’s been read, debated, and deconstructed by folks with way more patience than I. But, in the final analysis, Grant Morrison and DC win. I’m out.
I have a reputation for being someone who hates change. This is, more or less, a well-earned truism. I don’t. I have a comfort zone, and I like it there…it’s warm and it’s where I keep all of my stuff. I get twitchy when plans change at the last minute. I don’t always react well when friends or relatives radically alter their appearance. I’d probably eat the same thing for dinner every night. But, my issues with Morrison and DC have little to do with change. I know that nothing is set in stone in the comic world. I know that dead doesn’t mean dead, especially if the potential corpse in question is the star of a hugely successful summer blockbuster. So, if Bruce Wayne died, I’d be annoyed, but I’d know it was only temporary.
Unfortunately, the problem with Morrison’s R.I.P. is a tad murkier. I honestly have no idea how it ended. In fact, I’ve referred to it as a “non-ending.” There was all this build-up and then…nada. Is Bruce Wayne dead? Is he alive? Is he insane? I have no fucking clue. Who is Dr. Hurt? Well, Morrison keeps changing his mind. The Black Glove was supposed to be some uber-badass who would topple the Dark Knight once and for all. Who is the Black Glove? Just five asshats who symbolize the five fingers of a glove. Jesus-tap-dancing-Christ. The least Morrison could have done was come up with a conclusion that pissed me off. Then I would have respected him. Instead, he gave me one of the most convoluted story arcs in recent memory. I can’t remember the last time an issue of Batman made a lick of sense to me…which seems to go against the spirit of a comic about a character fueled by logic and deductive reasoning. No, there was no anger. There was confusion and a resounding “Meh.”
I’ve been arguing with DC for a while. I want to keep giving them money, they don’t seem to want it. They cancel books. Kill–or possibly kill–characters for no good reason. Create elaborate, world-changing events that fail to come close to living up to all of the hype. Well, you win, DC Comics. I’ll stop trying to give you my money (with the exception of Green Lantern and Green Lantern Corps., those continue to be pretty rad…at least for now).