D’aww Damian ^.^
I never actually reblogged this, but someone sent me a link to it in a text the day the image hit the internet, and to this day I’ve never closed it in my phone browser. I CANNOT BRING MYSELF TO CLICK THE X ABOVE BABY DAMIAN.
It’s painfully adorable, but it’s a little sad, too. He’s already being trained in murder and brutality, and yet he’s still just a baby who loves his Mama and wants to know more about his father, who finds a costume hidden in a trunk and is eager to try it on like any other child his age would. He doesn’t understand its significance, doesn’t realize that the mantle of Batman will envelop his entire life just as surely as the cape engulfs him while he’s so tiny inside of it.
This is perhaps one of the only times the metaphorical burden of the cowl isn’t weighing on its wearer, and yet how heavy all that fabric must feel on Damian’s little shoulders.
I was re-watching this last night and I started crying with him.
I remember making some kind of weird noise as well 8D
Remember when you left Gotham? Before all this, before Batman? You were gone seven years. Seven years I waited, hoping that you wouldn’t come back. Every year, I took a holiday. I went to Florence, there’s this cafe, on the banks of the Arno. Every fine evening, I’d sit there and order a Fernet Branca. I had this fantasy, that I would look across the tables and I’d see you there, with a wife and maybe a couple of kids. You wouldn’t say anything to me, nor me to you. But we’d both know that you’d made it, that you were happy. I never wanted you to come back to Gotham. I always knew there was nothing here for you, except pain and tragedy. And I wanted something more for you than that. I still do.
it was so bad. so so so so bad.
It happened in the midst of a massive crowd scene on Wall Street in Manhattan, during a fight sequence between their two characters.
“It was the first time I ever heard Christian say he was tired,” Hardy remembers. “I was watching him for however many months getting beaten up and wet and cold, and he never said anything. Inside, I was dying, but I was thinking, ‘This can’t bother me because he’s not bothered.’ But on Wall Street, he just turned and said, ‘You know what? I’m exhausted.’ I said, ‘Me too.’”
“We stopped the fight and started hugging each other,” Bale adds.
Wouldn’t this be the best end to a superhero movie ever? Hero and villain stop fighting because they’re tired, and just hug it out.
No. That’d be the worst ending to a superhero movie ever.
A couple of hot guys holding each other….I’d pay to see that.