As a kid, Superman was it for me. The beginning and end when it came to superheroes. Then I got older. Times changed. I changed. IMAGE happened. Spawn ruled the racks for a while. The climate and scope of comics changed vastly. Superman died. Came Back. Became electric at one point... Batman. Broken back. Weird armor-suited, anger management poster boy replacement. Didn't pan out. 2 good movies (looking back on them after seeing the new one, they remind me more now of the Neal Adams-era Batman in terms of the look of his costume, which isn't a bad thing at all). 2 bad movies (I mean, the dude pulls out a Bat-Credit Card in the scene with Poison Ivy at the auction to show Robin just how deep his pockets really go in the fourth movie. It was definitely a pimp move on his part, but come on:lol: ). A respectable and solid enough effort at revitalizing a severely damaged franchise put forth with Begins (for me it hit more than it missed and I was pleasantly surprised and equally relieved - but for the love of all that is right and just in the world - @Christian Bale: ease up on the over the top, constipated voice for the next installment, please
["FEAR ME ! " -=shudders=-]). EXCELLENT animated series (preferably prior to the Gotham Knights revision; the animation became more simplified but I can't deny my love for the black bat insignia on darker gray color scheme over the yellow oval, blue with light gray thing, however).
Supes is still cool - even to this day. Will always be #1 to me when it comes to heroes. But there is just something about Batman that makes him marginally cooler.
In the Superman/Batman animated movie that someone had mentioned (World's Finest I believe it was called when it originally aired), there is one scene in particular that I took the guilty pleasure of cracking the most devious of smiles in Batman's favor, and that's the one where they first meet.
Batman's doing his dark knight thing in a night club of some sort I believe, shaking down some off-duty thug for info. This would be a common standard in any given Batman scenario... except this time, he's in Metropolis.
Superman's turf.
When Big Blue shows up, he strolls up to Batman in all his confident "I'm the Last Son of Krypton"-ness and puts his hand on Batman's shoulder in an attempt to prevent him from landing another blow to the poor aforementioned creep's noggin.
Bad move.
Even IF you ARE Superman.
Batman doesn't say a thing, reaches up with a deft hand and tosses Supes literally across the room - a guy that's not exactly known for being the lightest thing in terms of physical weight tagging a moniker like The Man of Steel - like he's nothing without so much as a single grunt of strain.
Needless to say, even Superman is a little stunned, as he also isn't exactly accustomed to being treated like somebody's warm-up exercise (in other words, his b*tch); but he realizes this guy isn't like the chumps he's used to flinging around at will.
Of course, he shows the Dark Knight why his name is Superman, and dispatches him with one well placed inhumanly paced shoulder charge into a wall.
He cheats a little and peeks through the cowl using his handy dandy x-ray vision to find out that the man behind the mask is actually Bruce Wayne.
With the "friendly" introduction over, Superman flies back to the high rise pad of his alter ego Clark Kent only to discover a tiny bat shaped transmitter fastened to the lining of his cape as he gets his pajama's on to get ready for a good night's sleep before another day at the Planet.
Gazing out the window, he sees that the apparent tracking device has lead the detective right to his home address - and it just so happens that Batman is looking right at him through a pair of long range binoculars from an adjacent roof top - leveling the playing field a little by having used his own clever methods in discovering the flyboy's secret identity in turn.
Superman learns a lesson in the way irony works courtesy of Gotham's protector, as all he had trouble getting over initially was the fact that a human being could overcome him with such ease in the first place... much less the fact that this human was also every bit as agile at using his wits to be able to attach the gadget to him as he did.
Superman spots his observer perched on the ledge as the Batman lingers around just long enough to let Clark know he's there... then with the aid of his trusty grappling gun, disappears into the cover of the night.
Superman's only words are:
"Touche".
So yeah, while Superman may carry the credentials to lead an entire team of super powered demi-gods in the form of the Justice League, and never, EVER have to even remotely worry about getting any back talk from someone who might have their spandex on a little too tight on any given day - there simply is no denying that Batman has proven time and again to be no slouch himself.
Okay... so it's not a versus topic. But it's easy to see that as one of the most popular characters in modern fiction, I've definitely got a soft spot in my heart for the Caped Crusader.
Well on another note, I thought a body-kit fitted, suped up Dodge Magnum (the one with the extended frame) would have made a sleek Batmobile in Begins (with the large Bat-Face emblem of the 30's or 40's, headlight fashioned eyes and all) but mentioning something like that will likely force some folks to get on their knees and thank the heaven's that I wasn't the one in the director's chair yelling "Action" -=laughs=-. Thinking about this idea now though after having seen the version that was ultimately implemented in the film, it may have not been rugged enough and maybe a little too elegant in comparison to the tank or even the Corvette of the original two (I wasn't too fond of the latter two films' versions).
Okay, last thing (I promise:lol: ): Anyone else ever have the chance to check out the Batman: Dead End short that came out a while back?