The badges behind the bat
One of the best things to come out of Batman: The Animated Series—and there were a number of great things that came out of Batman: The Animated Series—was the character of Renee Montoya. As a uniformed patrolwoman, Montoya starts off as the smart, straight-laced junior foil to the self-serving, corner-cutting, Batman-hating Detective Harvey Bullock. They’re both good cops in the end, but while Bullock will lie to cover his own ass and resents Batman for making him look ineffective, Montoya is honest, honorable, and knows that Batman is the same. When the series got a redesign, Montoya got a promotion to detective, and was partnered with Bullock. The comics, on the other hand, didn’t have much use for Montoya as a uniform, so DC made her a detective and partnered her with Bullock in her very first appearance. She’s put to great use in the extended “No Man’s Land” storyline, but really comes into her own when the Gotham City Police Department is given its chance to shine in the short-lived but absolutely wonderful Gotham Central.
Gotham Central ran from 2003 to 2006, and Ed Brubaker and Greg Rucka traded off storylines for the entirety of that run. While Gotham Central‘s fan base was (and is) avid, it was never large, which is something of a crime. The writing and art in Gotham Central are pitch-perfect. The characters are put-upon, overworked, and worst of all in a city like Gotham, honest. Brubaker and Rucka did a difficult thing in an extraordinary way by telling stories that seem exactly the right size in a normally hyper-colored, overexcited universe. (Check out the Teen Titans cameo in the “Dead Robin” storyline. It’s perfectly done.) If you’re the sort of person who claims to love Batman stories because of the human dimension—where Batman is just a man pushed to do incredible things at the edge of human (and not superhuman) ability—then Gotham Central will either give you what you never realized you had always been looking for, or it will call you out as a liar. The Batman is the superhuman presence in these pages, always a force for good, but not always on the cops’ side, as they are well aware.In the pages of Gotham Central, Batman is almost a wraith, only occasionally present, and even then wrapped in constant darkness. You almost never see him in action, and even when you do, you don’t really see him so much as see the effect of what he just did.
On a side note, the series really do a good job of portraying that darkness as something the Batman himself does. There’s a scene in a later issue where a detective accidentally shoots Batman, and when he’s laying unconscious on the floor, he’s just a man in a belt and a cape. As you can see, he gets better.
Death is a troublesome thing in mainstream comic books, and Gotham Central‘s treatment of death is one of the best measures of the title’s success. As much as comic books would like to tell you that they’ve grown up, mortality is usually dealt with in a manner that is at best adolescent: Major characters survive against incredible odds while minor characters and extras, in the worst hands, are used as cannon fodder—a way to titilate the reader and pretend to raise the dramatic stakes by splashing the page with day-glo red. The Batman comics are not immune from this, and a particularly awful recent example can be found in the 3-issue Batman/Darkest Night tie-in miniseries. Darkest Night was a DC-wide crossover event where, um, you know Green Lantern? It turns out there are “lanterns” for every color in the spectrum. Just go with it. In Darkest Night you find out there are Black Lanterns, too. Who raise the dead to kill people. And stuff. Anyway, it’s a very un-Batman, cosmic story, but they did a Batman tie-in anyway. It starts with dead Batman villains raised as Black Lanterns who attack the police department and kill a bunch of cops. Jim and Barbara Gordon get away, because they’re the only people who really matter, but dozens of nameless uniforms are slaughtered. In all honesty, it’s offensive. Not because it’s excessive violence, but because it’s stupid violence. Every uniformed officer in those pages may as well be wearing a red uniform on an old episode of Star Trek. They exist only to be killed, and in my mind, that’s lazy, sadistic writing. It makes me feel worse about humanity for reading it, and not in a Gulliver’s Travels/Houyhnhnm kind of way, but in an I’m-not-sure-why-I-bother-to-read-comics-anyway kind of way.There are several significant deaths in Gotham Central, and Commisioner Atkins (you read that right) is criticized at one point for having a far higher fatality rate in the Major Crimes Unit than Gordon did. (Gordon, at the time, was retired. He’s since returned to the job.) Every fatality in Gotham Central, however, matters. They affect the entire unit, and they’re painful to read because in every case they happen to a character who is made to feel like a person, and not just a plot point. Detective Charlie Fields is murdered by Mr. Freeze on the fourth page of the first issue—and he’s killed hard, by the way. Freeze knocks apart Fields’ frozen body in front of his partner—meaning that Fields isn’t given much time to become a character on his own, but his death haunts not just the next few issues, but the rest of the series. The heart of the series, at least for me, is Renee Montoya, her relationship with her partner, Crispus Allen, and the way it all falls apart. By the time Gotham Central takes place, Renee Montoya has survived No Man’s Land, in which Gotham City was abandoned to anarchy after an earthquake destroyed most of the city, but she’s a character on the edge, watching good people get hurt and die around her, and ostracized by the department and her family when she’s outed by a lesbian. (By Two-Face, who still has a thing for her after No Man’s Land. Just go read it.) Everything comes to a head when Allen is murdered by a corrupt cop, Jim Corrigan, who gets away with it. Montoya, who has been less and less in control of her anger over the course of the series, bursts into Corrigan’s apartment in a drunken rage, beats his girlfriend (who is also a cop) unconscious, and puts a gun to Corrigan’s head. In itself, it’s a rather clichéd officer-on-the-edge revenge scene, but the muted artwork and the relationship between Montoya, Allen, and the reader that Brubaker and Rucka have built over the course of the previous thirty-some issues really raise the scene a level above your average mainstream comic book.
Of course, Gotham Central wasn’t perfect, and wasn’t a great fit for the DC universe, as a rather awkward Infinite Crisis tie-in issue demonstrates. Overworked detectives make for great noir/procedural stories, but not as much for cosmic/mystical/end-of-the-world stuff. (Interestingly, or painfully, both Montoya and Allen have taken big superhero turns since the end of Gotham Central. Montoya worked on her martial arts and meditation skills to become The Question, and Allen became the new superviolent mystical incarnation of The Spectre. Rucka still writes Montoya admirably as The Question, but Allen was such a great cop character, it’s a bit sad to see him miscast and largely ignored as The Spectre.) It is however, a great demonstration (along with work like Sam and Twitch), that the police noir-procedural is an amazingly underutilized genre in the comic book world. We need more of it.
Gavin Craig is co-editor of The Idler. You can follow him on Twitter at @craiggav.