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Kevin Conroy passed.

Batman. My Batman. The Batman. One of the single most important, influential performances of my life.

We all have the pieces of art that shaped us, became part of our DNA. Batman: The Animated Series is one of those for me, in my bones in a way that shapes the way I move through the world. It shows up in my own art in a thousand small ways. There would certainly, certainly be no Mrs. Hawking without it. Mrs. Hawking came out of his version of the bat.

I’ve kind of given up on Batman films and television anymore. Even though he’s probably my all time favorite superhero, I just kept running up again and again against the fact that, even if they’re interesting or good… they aren’t him. They’re always kind of unsatisfying because he was Batman. Nobody was ever better, or more right. Every time, especially if it was an animated vocal role, I was like, “Why don’t they just get him?” So I quit even giving them a chance, because I knew they would never measure up.

Kevin Conroy knew how to differentiate the voices in a way that was full of meaning. He knew that he was his truest self when he wore the mask, and that Bruce Wayne was a charming façade. He had the wit to make Bruce seem a silly, inconsequential man so that people would dismiss him and leave him to his work. He knew when to let Batman break down due to his essential tragedy, and when to take a light touch— because as coping mechanisms go, being Batman is pretty cool. He made Batman.

While there are many famous actors I would enjoy meeting, for various reasons, I always said there were only two I would LOSE MY SHIT in front of because of the degree to which I admired their work. One is David Hyde Pierce, whose Niles Crane is another one of those in-my-bones characters. The other is— now was —Kevin Conroy. Because he was Batman, my Batman, the real and only Batman. The one who shaped the rest of my artistic life.

Mrs. Hawking stands on the rooftops above the city because he did first. She knows the mask is her realer self, because he showed what that looked like. Everything she knows, she learned watching him. He was vengeance. He was the night.

Batman has passed. There’s no more Batman.

Even really good writers make mistakes. We forget stuff, don't do enough research, we stumble into inconsistencies we didn't realize we were creating. It can make things tricky when you are trying to consider a story as taking place in its own self-contained world in order to evaluate it. In these instances we are obliged to either dismiss it, or come up with a reason for it, and unpack the implications of its existence.

For example. I've always kind of loved how Alfred consistently addresses Batman as "Master Bruce." It's a charming old-world sort of habit, and as Alfred both has an old-fashioned job being a butler, and is canonically British, we tend to accept it as a character detail. But technically it's not correct for any of those circumstances. If Alfred were behaving according to correct traditional British etiquette, he'd have stopped calling him Master Bruce once he turned eighteen. And as an adult man with a deceased father, he wouldn't have even switched to Mister Bruce but gone straight on to Mister Wayne as head of his family. It's pretty clearly an example of a research fail, of thinking a butler calling his employer "master" just makes some kind of sense.

But in this case, I think you can interpret it as an interesting character statement. Alfred chose not to update his term of address for Batman, and Batman is content with instead being called the same thing he's called him since he was a child. I like to think it comes from an affectionate place, given the paternal relationship he has to Bruce— a subtle statement of "you're my boy, and you'll always be my boy." And for Bruce himself, it's a familiar and comforting throwback to his life before the trauma of his parents' murder. It's also a nod to a slightly sadder truth, that in a way Alfred understands there's a part of him that's stunted at that age, that never grew past being that traumatized eight year old. So it's a little odd and off, but in context it creates some interesting meaning.

Every few years or so, I rewatch Batman: The Animated Series. And every time it shocks me with its quality, its style, and the powerful effect it has on me.

I've adored it since I was a child. It so much to shape my aesthetic of storytelling and style. It did more to inspire me to create Mrs. Hawking than anything, and I actually have to work to distinguish my character from the prototype, rather than just recreating everything I found cool about the original.

I say I love Batman in general, and I do. I've read the comics since childhood and even enjoyed some of the films. But who I LOVE-- what I think of when I think of LOVING BATMAN-- is this Batman. This is MY Batman, the character that inspired me, that still shakes me with just how cool he is.

So many excellent choices. Kevin Conroy's performance-- he is still THE ONLY TRUE BATMAN TO ME --contrasting Bruce Wayne with his true self wearing the mask, which was HIS OWN INVENTION, by the way. The way he presents himself as Bruce Wayne as a nice guy but ultimately too vain and dumb for anybody to really take seriously-- I prefer that to the douchebag Bruce any day. Alfred's sweet relationship with him and his hilarious low-key snarking. Robin's conception as a college kid rather than a young boy. The character of Renee Montoya. The way they use the villains made me believe this is the best rogues' gallery of all comic book superheroes, giving human weight and motivation to what might otherwise just seem absurd. How COOL everything is-- Batman's costume, the Batcave, the Batmobile (in the style I affectionately call the Batillac), how the fight scenes look.

This most recent rewatch made me particularly appreciate the characterization of the hero-- his childhood trauma INFORMS his personality, and sometimes rears its head in his present life, but mostly he's COPING and not RULED BY IT. After all, being Batman? PRETTY FREAKING AWESOME COPING MECHANISM! It mitigates the melodrama and pitfalls the character tends to fall into when he's played too grimdark. The freaking films should have taken note.

I wanted to be this Batman so badly as a kid, such that to this day I can't watch the sequel series Batman Beyond without being suffused with naked envy for Terry McGuinness learning at the master's knee. Writing Mrs. Hawking is in a way getting to live that fantasy. Without this show, there would be no Mrs. Hawking-- one of the best things I've created in my life.

I saw the Lego Batman movie this past weekend and it was a blast. I spent about seventy-five percent of the film cracking the hell up, more so than the mostly families with children that surrounded me, to the point where they might have even been a little annoyed. But not only is it funny for its own sake, I think it's WAY BETTER if you are a serious Batman fan. The film is a parody, the best of which have a deep understanding of the narrative being parodied. These writers must have been real fans, because all the humor and the essential spin on the storyline came from a real understanding of the essentials of Batman. As a person who has spent MANY HOURS picking apart the character and the most significant storylines, I had such an appreciation for what very well may be evidence of the work of very similar kinds of nerds. Because even on top of all the great jokes, the central struggle was based in the true heart of Batman-- his fear of getting close to people will just result in him getting hurt again, and they conveyed that in really effective terms. I wouldn't exactly say it had a ton of dramatic weight, but it was grounded in a real story that fit the character well.

So I highly recommend it. It may be the strictly best movie involving the character that's not part of the DCAU.

Some stuff I loved about it, in no particular order, with a spoiler warning:

- The driving conflict of the narrative was the Joker's need to be the most important person in Batman's life, manifesting as an obsessive romance with an emotionally withholding person
- Will Arnett's hilarious, gravelly, douchey performance, particularly in how Bruce Wayne was basically a non-self-loathing Bojack Horseman.
- Batman's persistent "fuck that Superman guy" resentment
- They embraced the father-son relationship between Alfred and Batman and Batman and Robin
- The basic acknowledgement that a Batman left to his own devices is kind of a huge douchebag and needs other characters like Robin affecting him to make him tolerable
- The romantic song playing in the background when Batman first lays eyes on Barbara Gordon is "I Just Died in Your Arms Tonight"
- "Batman lives in Bruce Wayne's basement?" "Bruce Wayne lives in Batman's attic!"
- COSTUME TRYON MONTAGE
- Batman flopping around on the ground in protest of Alfred making him do stuff. (Bernie's comment: "Oh, my God, you are Batman.")
- The fact that the JLA doesn't invite Batman to parties because he's no fun to be around
- I have never actually enjoyed Michael Cera in any role before, but he was pretty great as Robin
- Barbara being played by Rosario Dawson, who I love, not least because she's CLAIRE TEMPLE AND I LOVE CLAIRE
- Barbara says there's gotta be a better way to deal with crime than just letting "Batman beat up poor people."
- The weird voice they gave Bane to make fun of the weird voice Tom Hardy used in Dark Knight Rises.
- The writing for the Joker is strong enough to make up for the fact that Zack Galifinakis is COMPLETELY BLAND and A TOTAL WASTE OF THE ROLE.
- Ellie Kemper's weird and weirdly adorable little cameo.
- Superheroes without pants jokes.
- When the Joker infiltrates the Batcave, he puts his butt on all Batman's stuff. (Bernie's comment: "OH, MY GOD, YOU'RE THE JOKER TOO!")
- Because they had Ralph Fiennes already in the cast as Alfred, they had him play Lego Voldemort too.
- The ceaseless mocking of earlier, more self-serious Batman films
- The final saving of the city involves SHREDDED ABS, which one could argue were seeded like a Chekov's gun throughout. So you could say it was a CHECKOV'S GUN SHOW WHAAAAAAAT
- "I AM A HUNDRED PERCENT NOT BRUCE WAYNE."

New post on Mrshawking.com!

"Mrs. Hawking has no code name."

At its most basic, Mrs. Hawking is a superhero story— an extraordinary individual who uses their abilities to make the world a more just place. The clear influence that the character of Batman has had on the conception of our hero helped solidify that. So I’ve taken a lot of cues from the superhero genre to figure out how to tell these stories. But because of this square grounding in such an established form, one way in which we deviate from it stands out as particularly strange. Like many superheroes, Mrs. Hawking has a secret identity, that of reclusive society widow. She does not, however, have a name for her hero identity, a code name by which her heroic actions are known, of the likes of Batman for Bruce Wayne and Captain America for Steve Rogers.

Read the rest of the entry on Mrshawking.com.

Mrs. Hawking by Phoebe Roberts will be performed on Saturday, May 9th at 2PM and 6PM at the Center for Digital Arts at 274 Moody Street, Waltham as part of the 2015 Watch City Steampunk Festival.

New post on Mrshawking.com!

"Hawking, Incorporated"

Even Batman got old eventually. How might our hero deal with that inevitability? Surprisingly similarly, it turns out.

One thing I will have to explore sometime in the far future of these stories is the eventual aging of Mrs. Hawking. I made a conscious choice to depict her as forty years old when our story opens in 1880, and though she is a remarkably healthy and fit individual, as time goes on she will have to face the inevitable truth that eventually everyone physically deteriorates.

I think this will be extremely hard for her. So much of her work, upon which she bases her identity, requires her being an agile infiltrator and a dangerous fighter, all of which require her to be strong, flexible, and able to endure, and heal quickly from, injury. I also think that the idea of becoming a fragile old woman terrifies her. Even today we live in a culture that devalues weak old woman, and I think her own distaste for weakness made it so that she could not help but internalize it. Coming to terms with being unable to do the work by which she defines herself will be one of the greatest struggles of her life.

Read the rest in "Hawking, Incorporated."

I chose the title of the play not to name it after the main character, but specifically because it isn't really her. Her full legal name is Victoria Cornelia Stanton Hawking, and no part of it belongs to her. I had a vague sense of this when I first picked the title of the play, but more I think about it, the more I realize just how completely, tragically true that is.

I've been watching a lot of documentaries on Victorian times recently, specifically ones about the queen. She was a fascinating lady, that's for sure, and the more I learn, the more I think Mrs. Hawking would not care for her. The queen was of German extraction, and was likely the first time an English baby girl was given the name Victoria. If my calculations are correct, our heroine would have been born right around the time the queen was crowned. Her father, Gareth Stanton, was a high-ranking officer in the colonies, and so likely would have patriotically named the girl in her honor. So her given name came from a woman of whom I can't see her having a high opinion. Meaningless.

Her middle name, Cornelia, I see as being her mother's name. The woman died young and Victoria has no memory of her. And from everything she heard growing up about what a proper lady she was, Victoria would likely not think much of her either. Meaningless.

Stanton is her father's surname, a symbol of his power over her when she was young. One of the driving forces behind her push to never be caged or controlled, to subvert the patriarchy and the rule of men, is her unending rage at her father, her eternal desire to be get back at him. She had no attachment to his name. Meaningless.

And then there is the name she currently uses, has no choice but to use, that of her husband, Hawking. Her feelings for Reginald Hawking are complex, but she did not love him-- she is not, I think, capable of romantic love --and she resented him intensely for the life that his love and marriage pressed her into. And now, even though he is gone, she still has his name, the mark of his will imposed over her identity. The name is a small thing to her, I think, in comparison to everything else, but still, the primary name by which the world knows her is meaningless to her.

I mentioned once that one of my all-time favorite Batman moments was one on Batman Beyond. One of the bad guys tries to make Bruce Wayne think he's crazy by putting a voice in his head. But he knows it couldn't possibly be from his own mind, because the voice called him Bruce. He doesn't call himself Bruce. :-)

But as much as Mrs. Hawking is my Batman, she doesn't have a superhero "chosen name" sort of thing. So... what does she call herself? If she has so little attachment to her given names, who is she in her own head?

I think I need to ponder this.

If you find this intriguing you may wish to attend the staged reading of the script this coming Thursday at 8pm in Somerville. :-) Maybe you can help me answer the question!

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I got to be a guest on a really fun episode of

john_in_boston's excellent Roll For It! podcast this past week. It was on a subject that is near and dear to my heart, the relationship of Batman and his faithful butler Alfred-- specifically, whether or not Mr. Pennyworth was a good parent to his tragically damaged young charge. I have pretty passionate feelings on the subject, as the relationship is one of my favorite parts of the Batman story, so I could not have been more excited that John so kindly gave me the chance to talk about it. This one came out pretty damn good, so give it a listen if you'd be so kind. John was especially cool to let me plug my (admittedly Batman-inspired) play Mrs. Hawking, and even gave it his own personal endorsement. :-)

As you may notice in the graphic, since I have appeared on more than three episodes, I have an avatar on the RFI! web site. I'm sure it surprises no one that I'm wearing a batsuit in it, given how often I bring the discussion back around to my beloved Batman. Still, though I don't think it looks much like me in the face-- the nose is all off --I am pleased to be represented.

Which reminds me. I never plugged the third episode I was on. That was called "Sidekick Endangerment," and was on the topic of whether or not sidekicks really make sense for comic book superheroes in the modern era. Besides "Alfred," this is my favorite episode I've been on, as I think the discussion is both interesting and extremely funny. We get into a lot of narrative theory as well as some social metacommentary! As much as I love just plain geekery, when you get into serious artistic crniticism it makes it all the more interesting for me.

I think John and his boys are doing some good work on this project, so check it out! Particularly the episodes I'm in. :-)

I don't know where this came from, except from a retweet by shadowravyn, exhorting us to all understand how sexy this is.

I am uncomfortable right now . I don't want him to be this hot. But I don't get to make the rules.

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Had to submit my workshop manuscripts for the upcoming residency period of my grad school today. I included pieces of my Tailor screenplay, and the first four scenes of Mrs. Hawking. Here is scene three, which I just wrote, to complete that first chunk of the text. Scenes one, two, and four are also posted here.

As I've mentioned, Mary and Mrs. Hawking are very much a sort of female Watson and Holmes. This has been helped enormously by being in Sherlock Holmes: The Final Adventure right now. But there's also going to be something of a Bruce Wayne and Alfred Pennyworth thing going on here-- a brilliant, damaged heroic figure and the more well-adjusted person who takes care of that hero, once the hero lets their friend in enough to allow them to love them. That makes me smile. That will come out more and more as the story goes along.

( Scene iii - "She tells women what they ought to do." )

I wrote this little scene as a school assignment to write down a conversation that happened in real life and then dramatize it into a theatrical piece. Being utterly stuck as I usually am when I don't have an idea going in, I decided to base it off a conversation Bernie and I had about the appeal of Batman versus the appeal of Captain America. It's silly and kind of pathetically short, but I like how far I managed to extrapolate my source material. Funnily enough, though, the other creative piece I'm turning in for this assignment was also slightly Captain America-inspired. I now roll my eyes at myself so hard I have to chase after them down the street. I don't know whether to hope my advisor is a comics fan so she doesn't judge me if she gets it or pray that she's never ever heard of any of this, so she doesn't pick up on it at all. I guess I should thank God I saw that fucking movie, or I wouldn't have had any goddamn thing to write about.

( Read more... )

I had the privilege of going to see Captain America: The First Avenger with a lovely group of friends this past Monday, and I was surprised to find that I enjoyed it immensely, way more than I expected to.

( This got spoilery. Also, really long. )

So obsessed with Batman Beyond right now, and I have a ton of things to say about it, but for now, I find myself struck with one thought in particular. I am experiencing quite the little-kid rush of envy for the main character Terry getting to be Batman's protege. I know, I know, there's violence and danger and sacrifice, but rightly now I'm really caught up in the coolness of it. I would want a suit just like Terry's, the very simple, sleek, streamlined design with the ever-so-slightly creepy profile. The suit increases your strength and reflexes to make you a more effective crimefighter, and to negate the need to be an Olympic-level everything the way Bruce was. But I wouldn't want it to look like me. I would want a suit that hid my real shape and made me bigger and taller and was built out around me so that my profile made me look like a man. I like how that would further obfuscate my secret identity, and I think it would make me scarier than if I looked like the little girl I actually am. And perhaps more than anything else, I don't really want to be Batgirl or Batwoman-- I would want to be Batman. I would want the power of that name and that persona. I would love the notion of going around my daily life, pretty little girl, looks so harmless, but actually being the Batman.

I know, I'm a little kid with hero fantasies right now. But damn it, they're fun!

I really want to watch Batman Beyond right now. I wonder if there's a way to get it off the Internet. It has been lurking in my brain for several months now, but since watching other comic book shows that don't quite satisfy what I'd like to get out of them, the desire for Batman Beyond has sharpened. Sadly I was not super-into this show when it was actually airing, but after it ended I realized its genius.

The idea of a "next generation of a popular property" is not a new one, and they often play like attempts to squeeze more money out of a concept based around the theory that kids only are interested in watching kids, so let's make a version of this thing they already like but because it's about a kid they will like even more! Bah. I was always more interested in the adults on the shows I watched as a child as opposed to the kids (wanted stories about Baloo as opposed to Kit on TaleSpin, for example). So Batman Beyond could have been nothing more than one more of those. But in fact, it addressed and explored something that is, at least to me, an incredibly fascinating aspect of the Batman arc.

As time goes on, Bruce Wayne identifies himself more and more deeply with Batman and less and less with the public persona he's built up around his real name. One of my favorite things about him is that while for most superheroes, the temptation is to lay down the burden of having to be the hero, but for Batman, the temptation is to shed having to pretend that Bruce Wayne is who he is, and to instead lose himself in being Batman. He was so wounded by being helpless to protect his parents when they were murdered, that more and more all he can see is the ways people hurt each other and render each other helpless, and his compulsion to be Batman is so that he will never have to feel that helpless again. That is so much more important, that Batman is so much more real to him, that being Bruce Wayne increasingly means nothing to him.

But Batman is so broken that he is not good at forming relationships. He has so firmly placed himself in the protector, the burden-bearer, role that he can't trust anyone enough to let them help him. If he's not protecting them, then they're in danger, and he can't allow anyone to be in danger on his behalf. Anyone who wants too much to be there for him (Dick Grayson, for example) he eventually pushes away. So the natural consequence is that he is going to end up an embittered old man who is utterly alone because he has driven everyone else off-- exactly as he is depicted in Batman Beyond. The only thing he really has at that point is Batman.

But everyone gets older. Everyone's body eventually weakens and fails. In time, even Bruce's meticulously trained and honed perfect crime fighting body is going to fail him, and he can't be Batman without it. The first episode of Batman Beyond shows this-- he has aged and his health has deteriorated to the point where he can't physically do it anymore.

But Bruce needs Batman. He can't BE without Batman, because Batman is who he is. So he can't just let Batman go. But if he can't physically do the things that Batman must do... what is he going to do?

He's going to have to find someone else to be the body of Batman. Somebody young and strong who can perform the feats required who will still need guidance in how to be the Dark Knight. Someone who can do what he can't, but still NEEDS him to continue being the only thing that's real to him. It is so fascinating to me, and in my opinion makes for a powerful continuation of the Batman arc.

So that's why I love it. That it extends the Batman arc to its next logical consequence and explores it so well. And that's why I want so, so badly to watch through it again.

Oh, my GOD, The Dark Knight is amazing. You need to see it if you haven't. I want to see it again.

( So much to say about it... )

Bored. I will be going to Chicago to see Jared on Thursday, and so it's all I can think about, and I just want the time to PASS already so I can finally be there with him. But the clock seems to be moving like molasses until then. In the meantime, since Bernie has gone home to Maryland for a week, I have neither my primary workout buddy nor my lunch buddy, so the day passes even more slowly.

It's not that I don't have things I should be doing. I should be writing the last article for the July newsletter for my internship, but being unable to think about anything but going to Chicago makes it tough to focus on that boring task. I want to work on Men of Respect, because there's actually something I want to write out, but I feel like I can't do anything for that until I get my internship work done. Aaaaand I'm not getting my internship work done, so I'm not getting ANYTHING done... grrr. Gotta buckle down.

There are also some trip-related things I need to attend to. I need to pick up my prescription before I go, and I want to find a little something to take to Jared's parents as a thank-you for having me. It's an Italian thing-- I joke that because we're such terrible guests, we have to bring stuff with us in exchange for our hosts putting up with us.

We might be seeing Wall-E tonight. I've got reservations about it, but I've heard surprisingly good reviews. We'll see. I feel obligated to see Pixar movies anyway. I'm more excited to see the second Hellboy, or of course the Dark Knight. It occurs to me that I would kiss somebody if the Joker said "I wish I knew how to quit you, Batman." Come on. It would be so perfect, and it's totally something the Joker would say.

This is a very disjointed entry. But my brain is plainly elsewhere.

It seems I am very much failing in my goal to post every day lately, particularly on the weekends. Ah, well. At least I'm posting most of the time. I'm not sure why I'm so convinced that what I have to say is so utterly fascinating to people that I must offer it up every single day, but no matter. I like writing stuff, and having people read it.

I am so excited for the new Batman movie. Batman is my favorite superhero because he's so psychologically complicated and screwy. His whole crusade is him taking an eternal vengeance for having to stand by helplessly as he watched his parents get murdered, so no one is permitted to commit such acts and he never has to feel helpless again. And I love that he's a man with no superhuman powers, only one that makes the best possible use of all his human abilities, devoting all his being to the turning himself into the perfect detective, warrior, and concept of terror so as to be the best crimefighter he can possibly be. But he turns himself into those things at the expense of his real self-- you can't be perfect at all those things and still have a life left over. But for Batman, that's the struggle. For most superheroes, they want to lay down the burden that is being the hero, and all the responsibility it comes with. For him, though, he must resist the temptation to lay down the burden that is being Bruce Wayne, and just give himself entirely over to Batman.

It's like this fantastic episode of Batman Beyond, a show I regrettably never watched nor realized the greatness of until after it went off the air. Some villain or other is trying to make him think he's going crazy by putting a voice in his head. But the whole time, he refuses to believe he's losing it because he knows the voice couldn't be coming from his own head. Why does he know this? Because the voice calls him Bruce. And in his own head, he calls himself Batman. I love that.

I was reading about Aaron Eckhart's preparation to play Harvey Dent in the new movie. The way he thinks of it, he tries to think of the contrasts in the character in order to get the true focus of him. He's partially in Batman's world, partially in the world of people. He's the white knight of Gotham, while Batman is the dark knight. I like that.

And then there's the Joker. Oh, I love the Joker, and I can't wait to see Heath Ledger in this part. I doubt he'll unseat Mark Hamill as my all-time favorite Joker, but I'm still excited. The character is such an awesome combination of caprice and true psychosis. So freaking cool. And like Johnny Depp has so many times in the past, Heath seems to have taken a perverse pleasure in fucking up his gorgeous face to get into this bizarre, awesome character. I don't know why, but I love it when pretty people deliberately screw up their faces. It takes guts. Of course, I'm hearing a shockingly large amount of girls think Ledger's Joker is sexy ANYWAY. Oooookay. I mean, yeah, Ledger is hot, but as the Joker? Seriously? I'm hardly one to judge, I suppose, but I can't say I'm not surprised. I'm not sure if I'm disturbed or... curious. :-)

I gotta see this movie.

Also... this is an awesome picture: http://www.imdb.com/media/rm644912896/tt0468569

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Batman has passed
When mistakes add texture
My Batman
"I am a hundred percent not Bruce Wayne."
New post on Mrshawking.com -- "Mrs. Hawking has no code name"
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Mrs. Hawking's name
"Alfred Doesn't Hug" on the Roll For It! Podcast
I am not comfortable with how much I love this
Biweekly Theater Writing Challenge #14.2 - Mrs. Hawking 1.3
Biweekly Theater Writing Challenge #3 (Or, why I should be thanking God I saw the Cap movie...)
"I've knocked out Adolph Hitler over two hundred times."
Being the Batman
Why I want to watch Batman Beyond
"I'm going to do a magic trick. I'm going to make this pencil disappear."
Stupid time, pass already!
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Entries tagged with batman

Batman has passed

When mistakes add texture

My Batman

"I am a hundred percent not Bruce Wayne."

New post on Mrshawking.com -- "Mrs. Hawking has no code name"

New blog post on Mrshawking.com -- "Hawking, Incorporated"

Mrs. Hawking's name

"Alfred Doesn't Hug" on the Roll For It! Podcast

I am not comfortable with how much I love this

Biweekly Theater Writing Challenge #14.2 - Mrs. Hawking 1.3

Biweekly Theater Writing Challenge #3 (Or, why I should be thanking God I saw the Cap movie...)

"I've knocked out Adolph Hitler over two hundred times."

Being the Batman

Why I want to watch Batman Beyond

"I'm going to do a magic trick. I'm going to make this pencil disappear."

Stupid time, pass already!

The Dark Knight