What Batman Taught Me About Being a Good Dad

That's the title of Adam Rogers' piece in the Atlantic.

From the story...

Back on Earth, in a wordless montage, Batman goes to see Vixen. She collapses in tears. Later, in front of a giant statue of Bwana Beast, other costumed heroes walk past her, making comforting gestures. In a presumably posthumous voiceover, Bwana Beast says he would do it all again, in a hummingbird's heartbeat. I decided, roughly, that I wouldn't let the kid see it. Because, you know: dead superheroes. But idiotically, I had used the end of part one as an opportunity to explain what "to be continued" meant. And the little so-and-so remembered. A few nights later, he asked to watch part two, and after some hesitation, I decided to give it a shot. During the memorial sequence, my son figured out something was wrong. "Papa," he said, "why they all just standing there?"

"Bwana Beast was their friend," I said. "And now he's gone."

"What happened to him?"

"He used up all his powers fighting the starfish monster."

The boy climbed up onto the couch into my lap, facing me. "Can't he get more power?" he asked, voice cracking.

"There isn't any more power," I said. "He used it all."

He started to cry. "Is he coming back?"

I started to cry, too.