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The Batman Trilogy : A Tribute to the Unsung Heroes


It's time to sing a song for the unsung heroes.The batman trilogy of Nolan has a lot more to say than just saving Gotham because in a way it's a tribute to all nameless heroes.Yes,and what I see in the movie is not Batman but Bruce Wayne, the unsung hero of Gotham. Wayne's extraordinary journey started with an intention to save Gotham from the corrupted and criminals, a dream that his father could not accomplish.Even though Wayne became an orphan, there were people who really cared for him. And that's why he chose to fight the evil with a mask,not to hurt his dear ones.Butler Alfred, Commissioner Gordon, Fox and Rachel were the major people who always cared for Wayne. And in the third part there was Blake too. But Wayne never wanted his identity revealed, which made him the real hero. By terming himself as an eccentric billionaire, Wayne hid his truth before Gotham.At the end of trilogy,no one is aware that the billionaire who burnt his house and who acted weird at parties and brought down the Wayne enterprises legacy was actually a hero who fought his own fear, who loved his city selflessly,who cared for his dear ones and a Phoenix who rose every time from the ashes when the city and its people failed him.Except the five people and the villains, no one acknowledges the true Wayne.And Wayne is a representative of all unsung heroes out there who fights and fails and rises without expecting anything. And in this current scenario, we see a lot of Waynes working,not to harm their dear ones,for the people who suffer by putting their lives at stake.They continue their legacy through many others like Blake by being an inspiration.They turn out as the powerful symbol that strengthens and assures people to fight just like the spirit of Gotham was awakened when they saw batman's return.So the heroes among us need to be acknowledged at least once.Their songs should never decay in the grave,unsung.

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