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If we claim that part of the reason we wanted Stephanie Brown in the New 52 was in order to increase the diversity that was lost to editorial edict in the reboot, or that we wanted her back in part to address the ludicrous claim that three Batgirls must be reduced to one for simplicity’s sake but four Robins is perfectly accessible, then it would be the height of hypocrisy to sit back and relax now that Spoiler is back, when Cassandra Cain is still benched.
Batgirls by Christine Neo
Wow.
I didn’t expect to get my heart broken this early in the morning.
Lovely but sad. :(
Batgirls - lineart by Marcus To and coloring by n3gative-0
This makes me ridiculously, unbelievably happy. :)
sisters out doin it for themselves
Just posting three of the greatest ladies in all of comics.
Again.
Because some people STILL like to pretend that TWO of them don’t exist.
I miss them, too…but WOW what a gorgeous piece of art, and perfectly conceived! Who drew this, may I ask?
So, I had a good walk. I went to my LCS and picked up both Batman and Robin #3 and Brave and the Bold #13. I pored over B&R while I waited for the train home—-and ugh, it was so good—-and just started paging through B:BATB when the train arrived. It was packed to the gills because an entire second grade class was on it, so it was standing room only. Thankfully, after years of public transit travel, I have cultivated a great sense of balance, so I don’t have to hold onto anything to keep on my feet. I kept reading B:BATB, because holy cats all the Robins is everything I ever wanted. Me loving all the Robins is not new. The issue was fabulous. I was grinning ear-to-ear as soon as the Robin squabbling started up, completely engrossed, but I was interrupted by the sound of little people whispering. (And if you’ve spent much time around kids, you know that their volume control doesn’t exist, so a whisper is just a lesser shout.) “Look! Batman!” a kid whisper-shouted in my direction. I looked over and found two boys in the seat next to me. One of them was a freckle-covered redhead, and the other was Asian. They were giggling over my bat-ear hoodie and the fact that I, A Girl (!!!!), was reading a comic book. I gave them a grin and got back to reading. But I couldn’t stop myself from eavesdropping. They were just too precious, wiggling in their seats and craning their necks in an attempt to read over my shoulder. “The one with the yellow cape is Robin,” the redheaded boy—-obviously the leader of the two, because he had his arm slung over his friend and was trotting out all of his comic knowledge—-whisper-shouted. “But there’s a girl, too?” And that’s when I realized that if I took the issue home, it was just going to go into my longbox. I LOVED it, and I’m glad that I bought it, but I realized that putting it in my collection would be a waste. So I leaned over to the boys and gave them the comic. “There’s been two girl Robins,” I told them, pointing my badass ladies out on the cover. “Carrie Kelly and Stephanie Brown. Girls can be Robins, too.” I expected some derision, I think. Maybe some scoffing. But the redhead just LIT UP with this HUGE grin and said, “THAT’S SO COOL!” I was instantly their new best friend. I might as well have given them a pony that pooped rainbows and machine guns. I didn’t get a chance to tell them anything else, because their stop had come and their teacher was herding them up with the rest of their class. As they got off, I heard the redheaded kid whisper-shouting to his friend “Did you know Batman had GIRL ROBINS?!” It gave me this startling moment of…I don’t know, perspective. My comic money comes out of my food budget; I literally have to choose between nice meals and floppies, sometimes. They’re my indulgence. But when the train pulled out, half of the class was huddled around the two boys, heads bowed as they read the comic together. That moment alone was worth $2.99.
Welp, I wasn’t going to pick this up this week, but now I am.
