"Your mother just could not quit. She had faith, this eternal faith in you. That you could see the horrors. And still dream of a better world."
Volume 11 of Tom King’s remarkable Batman run is a transition volume, a set-up for the finale, the City of Bane, (which may take two volumes?). Not much actually happens here beyond a recap and a clarification thst Bane has been behind everything bad that has happened in King’s whole run, ending in the (almost) complete physical and psychological decimation of the very human being Bruce Wayne. The volume opens with The Riddler. I had heard that Batman writers hate to write Riddler stories because they have to then write riddles, but this is not a problem for King, who uses the idea of the riddle to reflect on the nature of story and meaning itself as enigma, puzzle, riddle. Know thyself! What are you made of?!
So the opening pages here on The Riddler feature a poem—a kind of riddle—and ends the volume with a kind of extended Batman nightmare—another kind of riddle. The Bane of Bat’s existence briefly throws a series of villains at him such as Freeze, Scarecrow, Two-Face, and then throws him into the desert; why? To continue to break him down in preparation for the Final Showdown.
And then we are in the desert, with Bruce Wayne’s dead father, Thomas Wayne, a.k.a. the Flashpoint Batman, and we spend some time reflecting on, once again, what kind of life Bruce has lived after watching the murder of his own parents. We revisit a story from a Russian horror book his father had given him, featuring a story, “The Animals and the Pit.” It’s a bloody horror story where no one seems to come out of the pit alive. This experience in the desert would seem to be King’s version of Batman as Jesus in the desert, trying to figure out who he is, fighting his inner demons. Bat’s The Dark Night of the Soul. There’s a sense that things could still get worse before they get better.
So it’s obviously not an action volume, but a psyche volume, which is largely what the whole run has been about. King’s writing is as usual very good, very assured, assuring us he has known where every piece of this epic puzzle/riddle fits. And the artwork of Mikel Janin and Jorge Fornes befits one of the great Batman runs of all time. I think King may be wearing out his welcome, though, here, so it is time to finish.