I don’t even know what things to say. I have no idea what things to feel. My thoughts and feelings over this are so confused and strange. How can any such thing happen? How can we find the proper reaction even? I’m uncertain why this particular shooting has affected me so so much.

Previous shootings have been terrible, and of course I’ve been saddened. But there’s something about this particular instance that digs at me. I didn’t hear about any of it until this morning while browsing Facebook over a bowl of cereal. President Obama had released claims regarding a shooting that had taken the lives of 12 people throughout a nighttime screening from the Dark Knight Rises. I followed the link and felt my belly drop out.

I won’t pretend that I have some connection to these people. I’ve nothing. Yet, for the very first time in my life, I found myself really heartbroken over the news tale. Even 9/11 didn’t give me such a visceral reaction. To clarify, I had been very young when the terrorist attack on the World Trade Center took place, and it took a while for the enormity of that event to sink in. I wonder now, a few hours later, if my sudden feelings perhaps have something to do with the venue the shootings occurred in. It’s unusual and terrible that a man would choose such a setting to commit such atrocities.

Batman is definitely symbolic of unappreciated justice, a dark body unflaggingly fighting the shadowed and masked evil that lurks in humanity. I’ve not seen the film yet, but I understand some of the characters involved are playing the right part of terrorists, guilt-free, and violent men who eliminate lives with drop. What was it that pulled the man accountable for the shootings to such a place?

Was it the capability of the individuals massed in a single place? Or was it somehow connected to the film that was playing behind him? I don’t mean to suggest that the film inspired or informed the attacker in any way. This isn’t my intention in the slightest. A guy is accountable for his actions, and passing the blame onto the film in any way would be an insult to the victims of his strike. I suppose the feeling I’m trying to express is the sudden humanization of Batman and everything he stands for.

It was a strike on me and what I really believe. It was a strike on all the folks of the world who care for a personality who promotes such good in the face of adversity. For simply a few moments while reading that first news story, I experienced like I had fallen into the global world Batman inhabits, a character reading the Gotham City Newspaper. My heart wanted to cry out for something to be done, for Batman to save lots of these people.

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Why hadn’t he been there? Why couldn’t they have been covered? Unfortunately, a fictional character, no matter how symbolic or much loved, is powerless against the very real abomination that reared its head yesterday evening. Batman remained trapped behind the screen, and I felt his desperation. I don’t indicate this is a literal sense.

I know actuality from fiction, but fiction is what defines us as well. Batman and other superheroes reveal us alike, our flaws, our triumphs, our struggles, and our desires. We inform the stories of Batman because they give shape to our need for justice in a global we can’t control. We have to see something good amid all the darkness. Night time Batman lost a battle last. Night We lost a battle last. For a short time, we were defeated, not by a character in makeup or with a silly name, but by a person, a human being with motivations the majority of us will never ever fathom. There have been no fists, no capes, and no grand symbols of the human struggle.