Although I’m an avid comic book fan who is usually willing to give even the worst movie adaptations a shot, I typically avoid superhero novels like the plague. And really, I couldn’t even tell you why. I have an old paperback around here somewhere that’s an anthology of short stories about The Joker, but I’ve never even read it. The simple ownership of that book is the closest I’ve ever come to engaging my beloved comic characters in a picture-free format. Wait, I take that back. I also had a “choose your own adventure” style Batman book when I was a kid, and I most certainly did read that. Probably cheating my way through like I always did. But that, I assure you, is the last time I made the leap. Until, that is, a few weeks ago, on a trip to my favorite local library. There in the new releases section sat an attractive looking hardcover entitled Wayne of Gotham, a Batman novel written by Tracy Hickman.