Figured I’d post my thoughts before the next strip comes out…
It’s an accomplishment that in only a small appearance “The Plague” casts so chilling a shadow. We only see him for one panel, but his presence hangs over the entire strip and indeed a good amount of “Stripped” itself. He’s truly a disturbing character, especially for the DCAU.
Fortunately we also see an example of his complete opposite.
In nearly every incarnation of Batman, Alfred provides humanity: he is the field medic, the voice of conscience and self-sacrifice working in the background amidst the “War on Crime”. As such, he dies doing exactly what he has always done, seeing to the details others neglect and protecting human life. It’s a better character showcase for him than nearly any episode of BTAS or TNBA.
But though Alfred’s story was especially poignant the aftermath was even darker.
The line “didn’t stop him from breaking my jaw in three places, though” was especially jolting.
I had to read it twice just to get the full impact:
This is Bruce, for all intents and purposes, beating his own son to a pulp, not because Dick has committed a crime, but because he has made a mistake (If it can even be said he made a mistake).
This is Bruce Wayne, the damaged orphan finally giving into his sense of loss, his sorrow, his rage. And as always he takes it out on those close to him.
This is the turning point that leads to an elderly Bruce Wayne alone in his mansion, broken and alone, with no friends, and more importantly, no family.
The ultimate tragedy of course is that if Alfred had been there, he most likely could have prevented it, diffused the situation with a few well-chosen words. His death really does mark the end of the Bat-team.
While the art was as usual spot-on the last two panels was especially nice, especially the concluding shot of Dana.
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[FONT="] Oh hey, she finally woke up (after a couple years). Good for her!

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