The Big Three DC Superheroes are generally represented to be Wonder Woman, Superman, and Batman, whom, evaluating their core functions within their own stories, could be said to represent faith, hope, and charity respectively in that order in this essay I will—
Wonder Woman’s central challenge is stepping in to the world that her people left long ago, and believing it’s worth something. She is constantly fighting for and justifying her faith in humanity—only she knows humans can be terrible and destructive as well as wise and good. She has to choose to demonstrate belief not in the idea that humanity is good, but that humanity is worth it anyways. That there are things worth fighting for. That there is truth and justice and good in a world that is falling apart at the seams hurtling toward destruction. Her primary weapon is a lasso that binds people to a truth they previously wouldn’t admit. She has to have (and therefore she embodies) faith—evidence of things not seen. It’s not about deserve—it’s about what you believe.
Superman is—well—a superman. He’s something extraordinary from out of this world that is nevertheless in it. He’s stronger, faster, more able, more enduring than the rest of humanity that he fights to protect. He’s the embodiment of their hopes—someone who can save them when all else has failed, a hope we can believe in against all hope.
Batman is not about faith or hope really; he’s the guy who’s faith has failed and who’s at the point beyond hope. The world has ended for him, and it wasn’t saved, and yet he’s still there—in the dark, a shadow, at first a fear. But the beauty of his story is that that doesn’t stop him from reaching out, because there are other people there in the dark with him, who can be helped; and if they cannot, they can be suffered with at least. Not only does his public life consist heavily of humanitarian work and acts of charity, but his secret life does the same thing on a ground level. He’s in the shadows, reaching out a hand, shining a light, and it’s just that someone else is There. But it’s always also fundamentally transformative, for him and the people around him. He’s cloaked in grief like a shadow but after all, what IS grief if not love persevering? And he may incite fear, but he, the one always reaching, always taking in, always holding out, the family man, the charitable drive, the one who steps into the dark, he also embodies love that casts out fear. His world ended just like his faith and his hope, but love doesn’t end. It endures all things.














