Batman is known to many as a hero of vigilante justice. Scarred as a young child only to exemplify one of the most prominent citizens of a mythical metropolis that can not only endure a punch, poison gas, but the loneliness of a hero.
You see, for a hero to be a hero, they have to have a tragic loss. It’s an incredible motif found not only in The Dark Knight, but in much of the classical literature. Heroes don’t accept heroism because of a desire, perceived glory or necessity of heroism. Batman’s tragic loss was of a love, which is amazingly common in literature, Rachael Dawes. The film The Dark Knight, at it’s core and superficially, details the battle between the innate good or evil emanating from the human spirit. Do people do the right thing when pressured to their last breaths? Do people care about others when they have absolutely no stake in them? Scholars of Hobbes and Locke have argued over this for about two centuries now. But the situation goes back much farther than Batman or even the Social Contract.
Batman had many things, including diminishing crime, a good income, an incredible butler (not only of a personal servant, but of a person). He also had friends that he could trust in when the night was at its darkest. But is that really what he wanted? Not at all. Batman, representing heroism, the benevolence of mankind wanted ‘normality’. He didn’t want to be a hero. The money, glory, and the satisfaction derived from his unprecedented altruism. No, his heroism was thrust upon him.
There was another man who had the ultimate heroism thrust upon him. Jesus Christ is more than just a man, or even more than divine. Jesus gives people a hope to grasp on to. In the movie previously discussed, that hope is a placebo effect from the good side of Harvey Dent. (I’d like to discuss ‘chance’ in a later post.) Humanity really has no quantifiable way to determine if Jesus is not a placebo, but that doesn’t conclude to not believe. Faith is required for happiness, not just Christian faith, but a human faith channeled in many different things. It just happens, for a valid reason I’m sure, that a Christian faith is the most widely accepted in the world. This indicates that the majority of people, wealthy, poor, intelligent, dumb, beautiful and smart have confidence that Christianity is the most promising faith ever presented.
The interesting part is not the miracles, lives changed or incredible nature of the Bible and it’s stories; but the fact that Jesus did not want to die. He did not want the heroism of mankind. He did not want the pain, nor glory of being that hope. It was thrust upon Him. Jesus did not choose that life, and I would imagine that no one but God knows who, if anything, chose the tragedy of hope for Him.