Not
all the villains in the Batman universe are moved by psychosis; a gang
boss named Rupert is a persistent Thorne in the side of the law.
Unfortunately, being
recognizably human and relatively untouched by personal tragedy, these
antagonists tend not to engage us emotionally, and the episodes in which
they figure tend to be slack. Even where there is some lurid streak in
themPenguin's bizarre appearance, or Riddler's erudite snobberythey
tend to leave us bored, because their crimes are the crimes of the average
criminal looking for a score. At least when the Joker steals something,
he leaves everyone in the vicinity laughing his guts out.
Like Riddler and
Penguin, the Clock King is a villain of the head, marked and moved by
his intelligence rather than his passions. Like them he is dry, ironic,
intellectual. (Sideshow Bob could relax in their company.) So why is Fugate
so much more interesting than they are?
Partially because,
although his actions are directed toward revenge, he does not let his
end encumber his means. He is wise enough to retreat when the odds grow
too great; he is so utterly remorseless that he dares not risk any setback
that might prove permanent. When he closes a door, it's because he knows
where there's a window open.
More important, he
makes of his obsessive nature a servant and not a master. He likes clocks
not in themselves but only for the precision and predictability they represent;
he fetishizes efficiency for its utility. His mastery of minutiae and
detail enable him to pull off remarkable stunts and effortless escapes
without resorting to the gadgets, muscle, or "black magic" of
the Joker or the other members of the Rogues Gallery. He is Laplace's
daemon, able to step off a tall building because he knows that the 9:15
train, which always runs 6 minutes early, will be just below him. We like
him because he flatters us into thinking that, if we were a little bit
smarter, we could pull off stunts like that too.
And let's not overlook
that unique tincture of personality; he is, to put it brutally, an a**hole
and makes no bones about it. The puerility of the poster he unveils before
a snarled traffic jam reveals the stunted personality working that clockwork
mind.
"The Clock King"
would be little more than a monotonous exercise in pyrotechnics if not
for this tightly-wound little man. Still, a bit more ingenuity could have
gone into the plot, more than just some haywire traffic signals and misdirected
trains. A man of this ability should be able to conduct a symphony of
chaos had he the city's computers under his fingers.
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