This was the last issue of BATMAN picked up new by my younger brother Ken. And so, it would be another year or more before I would sample another issue. As with most of Ken’s other comics, this one wound up with me after his interest in it had waned. This really wasn’t a great period for the character overall. While he was still popular, he hadn’t yet become the juggernaut he is today, both in-world and as a pop culture icon. So somehow, while his stories were competently executed, they didn’t really have a whole lot of snap to them. I’m not certain who they may have been aimed at, as their often quasi-realistic cop show plots and lack of notable villains wouldn’t seem to indicate that kids were the target. By the same token, the stories didn’t usually have enough depth to enthrall an older reader either. This wasn’t the Camp Batman of memory, but it was the dull Batman of far too many years.
This was the second half to a two-part story by writer David Vern (AKA David V. Reed) that had begun the preceding month. The art was competent but undistinguished, with Dick Giordano adding some luster to the direct-but-uninspired penciling of John Calnan. The pages were open (largely), they told the story directly, and the art did nothing to draw attention to itself. One gets the sense of craftsmen building furniture, following the plans represented by the script but apart from that not being any more invested in this outing than the cabinet you built yesterday, or the one you’ll build tomorrow. People with talent doing a professional job, but not one that they invested any emotional connection into.
When we had left off last time, the Batman had claimed responsibility for a murder. He did this because he’s on the trail of a mysterious Overlord of Crime who has a unique method of maintaining his position: he’s got a series of unwitting assassins, called “wire-heads” who act as sleeper agents for him scattered across the world, Should the Overlord meet his maker, the Wire-Heads would be activated, compelled to seek out and destroy those responsible for the killings. As Batman has no other way to locate the Wire-Heads, he’s set himself up to be their target, hoping that they will come after him now that the Overlord is deceased and then he can take them off the board without putting innocent people at risk. Robin has shown up demanding answers from Batman, having come down from Hudson University in response to reports that the Batman is wanted for murder. After duly recapping the earlier chapter, Batman orders Robin to go him–telling him, quote, “There are problems about the legality of my continuing on patrol.” Yeah, no doubt, you think?
This is one of those areas where the Batman of the era really didn’t make any sense. He was clearly a vigilante, operating outside the law. But he’d also been deputized by Commissioner Gordon, and so was also considered an official part of the Gotham City PD when the need arose. Here, Gordon tells Batman that the Mayor wants him to suspend all activities due to the threat of the wire-heads. Batman retorts that continuing his regular patrol is the only way that he can bring the wire-heads to him, and that Gordon can’t really stop him anyway. But the whole scene is like something out of Dirty Harry, with Harry Calahan being called on the carpet by his boss and telling him to stuff it because his hard methods are the only way to deal with crime. Regardless, Batman does continue to “walk his beat” in Gotham, and within an evening, he is attacked by more of the wire-heads.
The assassins who target Batman are unique in many ways. One is a strongman, others are acrobats and aerialists, and one even has a “human dynamo” act, and threatens to electrocute the Masked Manhunter. Being the world’s greatest detective, batman puts together the subtle connection between them: they are all circus performers. He heads back to visit the wife of the slain Overlord, to see if she has any recollection of her husband entertaining members of a circus troop. Wouldn’t you know it? Not only does she, but she’s also handily got names, addresses and photographs of all of them. This business of being a secret detective isn’t as difficult as it’s cracked up to be! Batman turns the list over to Gordon and his boys to round up, then figures that the affair is over. He even decides to take a rare evening out in his Bruce Wayne identity. Oh, caped crusader, what are you thinking?
Sure enough, no sooner is Bruce Wayne out boogieing with a date at a fashionable Reggae club than he is attacked by more carnival performers. According to Bruce’s inner thoughts, the assassins somehow are able to home in on Batman even though he is not in costume and they have no connection to him. It’s magic! But Bruce is in a spot–not only must he cope with the attacking magicians and snake-charmers and fire-breathers, he needs to do so while preventing his date from realizing that he is the Batman. Wayne gets a break, though, when Robin unexpectedly shows up. The Teen Wonder didn’t follow his mentor’s directive to return to college–in later years, Batman would have fired him for not following orders! But here. he’s a welcome ally against the remaining wire-heads, because this Batman is also a lot more vulnerable than the guy we’ve had for the past thirty years or so.
I hope I’m not spoiling too much when I tell you that Batman and Robin are able to subdue the killers, all without seriously hurting them. Then, Bruce has Robin change into his Batman costume so that he and Batman can appear together–never mind that Dick Grayson must be a full head shorter than Bruce Wayne. Robin’s agony doesn’t end there–Commissioner Gordon wants a full debriefing back at headquarters, and even he can’t seem to tell the difference between the Teen-In-Man’s Clothes and the genuine article. An exhausted Dick Grayson waits up for his mentor’s return at Bruce Wayne’s penthouse after having bluffed his way through his interrogation by Gordon. And where’s Batman? He’s jet-setting to paradise with his date, this whole situation left in his rear view mirror. And, really, who can fault him? The plotting on this story can charitably be characterized as “not good.” But it was very much at the level at which the series was performing in these years.
8 thoughts on “BHOC: BATMAN #302”
No offense to David V. Reed fans, but he was not a good writer. Even when he worked with Grell, Simonson or Golden, it just wasn’t enough.
I mean, he created Deadshot, so cheers to him for that.
But his Batman tenure was some dry, dry stuff.
I understand that for a long time Julius Schwartz was a hugely important editorial presence at DC Comics. However, I get the impression that for the last decade or so of his tenure, from the mid 1970s to the mid 1980s, he was just sort of treading water and marking time until his retirement.
Yes, there was the short but incredible Englehart, Rogers & Austin run on Detective Comics from 1977 to 1978. But other than that and a couple of other brief spots here & there, the books coming out of Schwartz’s office between 1976 and 1986 seldom rose above the level of being competently done and undistinguished.
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There were some really good Superman and Superboy stories during that period (including the immortal SUPERMAN VS. MUHAMMAD ALI), but I do think that by 1978, when SUPERMAN: THE MOVIE hit, Julie was not the editor to be handling DC’s top two characters.
There were probably books that could have used his touch, that would have been a plus for DC, but Superman and Batman needed a younger sensibility. They got it — Steve and Len were brought to the Batman books (at least in part by Jenette) and Julie was open to working with new artists like Golden and Rogers, and Batman was further energized under Paul Levitz and Len Wein, and was in a good place come CRISIS. Superman, though, didn’t get rejuvenated until after Crisis, a point where DC had pretty much squandered the visibility they got from the movies and felt they needed a much more dramatic revamping than the character would have needed if it happened years earlier.
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Marv Wolfman and Gil Kane had an action packed run on Pre-Crisis Superman that was sadly too little too late.
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Irv Novick and Jim Aparo got me through this era.
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Interestingly, Detective with Englehart, Rogers and Austin was bi-monthly and Batman was a monthly comic at this time.
DETECTIVE was selling pretty badly at that point. It had gone bimonthly for a while in 1973, went monthly again, then bi-monthly again in late 1976. It went up to 8X/year at the start of the Englehart run, but slipped to bi-monthly again by the end of it (likely based on sales figures from just before that run started).
It was even cancelled for a day or so, until someone made the argument that they shouldn’t cancel the company’s namesake title. It was saved by taking the book away from Julie, giving it to Paul Levitz and folding the better-selling BATMAN FAMILY into ‘TEC, which brought the sales up and allowed it to go monthly again in 1980. BATMAN would be given to Paul as well, a few months later, but Paul didn’t make any significant creative changes until Len missed too many deadlines and got replaced by Marv Wolfman.
But Batman needed help in the late 70s — which may be why Jenette Kahn recruited Englehart and Wein over from Marvel (Englehart was easier, since he’d quit Marvel and needed work; Wein didn’t actually want to leave Marvel, but the wrangling over him wanting to write Batman on the side led to him moving fully to DC and becoming one of the transformative editors over there) and reassigned the books to a new editor.
So glad I found this blog on the Wirehead Killers and specially as it is by comics professionals.
I never read the 1st Wirehead issue but rather the 2nd part until many many years later. I was living overseas in the 80’s and comics distribution was dead poor. I hadn’t read any issues from the Reed era except one issue of the Underworld Olympics which I thought quite zany. Enter Batman 302 and this stunning cover and great art inside as well. Giordano totally changed the way Calnan drew and I loved how their Batman looked. Only thing is Calnan skimped on drawing backgrounds often.
that having been said, my young mind was blown away by the plot which I was eternally grateful was explained on the 2nd and 3rd pages. it sorta made the action even faster paced. the idea of programmed killers who are unaware of their instincts was imaginative to say the least. the reviews Ive read gives Batman 302 a lotta bad press, ut I love it through and through. Also I think certain comics have a huge sentimental affectation on us and this one is it for me. Look how simpler life was. Batman is on patrol and Robin pops up to help him. Only Alfred is a presence as far as knowledge of their dual Id’s. No Damian. No armchair psychology on every page. Just comics and fun. I understand life and subsequently comics cannot be stuck in time but there is a yearning for those days (bronze age) for me. Today’s books neither touch me nor interest me.
its fun to see BW leave Dick in charge as Batman while he jets off with his date. When was the last time we saw him have non committal fun with the opposite sex? see…there was this balance in plot of comedy and cold blooded killing and I think for a packed 2 parter, Reed did well. Reed definitely was a strange writer but I feel the same way about Frank Robbins.
I read this issue very carefully every few months and its a guilty pleasure of mine. Why guilt? I’m the only one who apparently loves it. The Bronze age was the greatest era of The Batman. Thanks Tom Brevoort.