While Dan Didio recently replied, "Sure" when asked for the one millionth time if Cassandra Cain would re-appear in the ongoing DC universe narrative, it doesn't seem likely to happen anytime soon. But we Cass fans are a never-say-die bunch of Quixotic fools, so we're doing something pro-active to hurry along that fabled day. Yes, it's the Support Cass Campaign, a day of celebration and comic book purchasing, one that I hope will become an annual tradition and, eventually, a national holiday.
The idea is, on August 31st (today in Japan) you go to Comixology and buy Batgirl #1. I think this is a marvelous-- er-- a DCelous idea. As the old saying goes, "Money talks, bullshit (and waffles) walk." I'm going to participate as soon as I get off work today if I can find my credit card. I've already done a little bit to support Cass by staggering as a sweaty human wreck into Blister in Tokyo-- despite having the flu, as it turns out-- and paying a ridiculous amount for a battered copy of Batgirl: Fists of Fury, a book I've bought twice before. I've bought three goddamned copies of this thing, DC! Do what I tell you!
Just kidding. But not about the three copies. I still own two copies of Fists of Fury. One I gave to an EFL student at a previous job. Share the epic goodness that is Cass, I always say. Well, I sometimes say that. Occasionally. Rarely. I just now typed it and it's the first time that sentence has ever crossed my mind. I have a Fists of Fury at my mom's house back in the US and the new one on my shelf alongside all the Marvel, Dark Horse, Fantagraphics and IDW books I buy. I'm proud of my little Fist of Fury book. It's in good company. It's the little book that could starring the little character who could, until someone, somewhere, deemed it necessary she could no longer.
Maybe she could again. With her mom barely old enough to vote and her dad also missing in action (as far as I know), it might be a long wait. But in the meantime, you'll have a digital copy of Batgirl #1 to remind you of the good old days, when she was silent and running and fisty and furious. And a new holiday I call Cass-Batmas.
Which we should celebrate by not speaking for 24 hours, dressing all in black and kicking copious amounts of ass. And... I don't know... maybe by spending time with loved ones, drinking eggnog, exchanging gifts and decorating a tree of some kind. I can't think of any other holidays where we do such things, so that seems like a good idea to me.