The Crime Fighting Saint
"So to conclude St Christopher died during the reign of the third century Roman Emperor Decius. This is my painting of St Christopher carrying the Chirst Child," a round of applause, Elizabeth Jones beams back at the class and takes her seat.

Now its my turn.

I go to the front, clutching my own painting. I hold it out in front of me. The class is waiting. My teacher, Mrs Facey, is waiting too.

"This is my painting. From this position he can kill a man in three-hundred-and-twenty different ways with his bare hands," a bit of a stir but I press on. "Look - I've drawn some blood coming out of the baddies mouth," I point this out to my classmates. "He has a jet powered car and lives in a big mansion. He saw his mummy and daddy get killed by the baddies and that's why he fights crime now he's a grown up. The biggest baddies he has to fight are the Joker and the Penguin. You can see the Joker in the background on my painting, look, over there, wearing the purple suit and he has bright green hair. He lives in a city called Gotham and-"

"Spanky!" Mrs Facey cuts me dead. She shakes her head, a strange look of pitty and puzzlement on her face. She almost whispers: "Batman isn't a saint."

This has me dumbstruck.

"Are you sure?"

Mrs Facey nods.

I stick out my chest. "Well, he should be."

And before I can continue Mrs Facey's grabbed my arm and led me back to my seat.

And my mum and Mrs Facey had another one of their 'special talks' when my mum came to pick me up from school later that day.
( SpankyHanky, Sun 22 Mar 2009, 1:16, Reply)