Miller possesses a brutal, muscular worldview-of vigilantes pushed to the edge by a fallen society-that has resonated throughout popular culture over the past three decades. But don't let his frail carriage fool you. He's got a bad cough from a lingering cold. He has a red-flecked beard and gentle, watery eyes, and his longish hair peeks out from under a straw hat. He's sitting in his studio in the Hell's Kitchen neighborhood of Manhattan. He is the Batman, as drawn by Frank Miller, and he is on the T-shirt that Frank Miller is wearing. His clothes are torn, and one eye is swelling shut, but his fists are clenched. We see the middle-aged man crouching in pain, alone.
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