Issue #29, Detective Comics (July 1939)
The Bat-Man … Meets Doctor Death!
So I’m a little late getting this one up today, for good reason. Last night, Dragon and I loped down to Tacoma to catch Rammstein in concert at the Tacoma
Titty, er, Dome and didn’t get home until well past midnight. Was it worth it? Hell yes.
But back to the task at hand… Batman meeting Doctor Death. Finally, we’re getting to see how our favorite vigilante handles a baddy with no scruples. And the results are both hilarious and awesome.
We open this issue with an introduction to our main bad guy, Doctor Karl Hellfern, aka, Doctor Death. A man who likes to pop in a monacle, read the paper and boss around large servants:
The only fly in his ointment, or bat, as the case may be, is our hero. What is a potential supervillain hell bent on world domination to do? He takes out a personal ad, and the next morning, Bruce reads the paper:
So, as Bored!Brucie tends to do, he trots himself down to the post office and retrieves the letter, only to be met with yet another cryptic missive:
Bored!Brucie heads home and takes stock of what he’s going to need for his date:
Having donned his cowl of awesome, Batman hops into his
totally not Batmobile, and manages to get to the scene early enough to get prime parking, in a vacant construction lot, and a good vantage point, up at the penthouse:
Inside, however, Doctor!Death has arranged for some henchmen to gun down Sticky!Bat the second he walks in. Of course, this goes down about as well as you can expect when you use second-rate henchmen to do some quality henching:
As always, however, once the hired goons are subdued, Polite!Batsy comes out to play, asking nicely to know who sent them to kill him. When they protest, things get serious:
Before the goons can spill the beans, someone else joins in the fray:
Caught off guard, Batman goes down!
And here’s the kicker, as Batsy makes his escape, we discover that the gas coming from that pellet is… deadly but apparently, not deadly enough, as the goons are up and after our hero:
Having made his escape, still wounded, Batsy makes it back to his car and decides to address the wound he’s toting:
Bruce’s next stop?
Having prank called Supes and left a message in the Globe about taking up that thrown gauntlet, Injured!Bruce finally decides to do something about that little…bullet-to-the-shoulder situation:
The next morning, Doctor!Death gets a gander at Batsy’s message and is rightly pissed all to hell, but he has more important things to attend to:
Out on the street, Jabah, who sticks out like a big, purple sore thumb, is spotted by Bored!Brucie during his evening drive around Gotham, and he trails along until he spots Jabah carrying out his duty:
Rather than take the time to explain to poor Van Smith just “what” he wasn’t supposed to be breathing, Bruce slaps him on the ass and sends him on his way, opting instead to follow Jabah back to HQ, vowing to return later that night. And he does:
Finding Doctor!Death and Jabah in the lab, Batsy quickly dispatches Jabah with a well placed lasso yank, and finds himself face-to-monacle with his current nemesis:
They run in a giant circle (no, really) and Doctor!Death snatches up a test tube full of Fiery Death:
Of course, rather than quench a fire, Batman does what he does best:
And as we leave this issue, we find our hero taking in the satisfying conclusion to our tale:
~Go Team Batman!
Snarkstress * H*