You must understand, Di, that Hulk is a superhero unlike any other. He isn’t conflicted like Spider-Man, nor is he deceitful and cynical like Superman. Hulk is different because he is made of truth; his hatred and his rage are his rebellion against tyranny and injustice. His hatred is his motivation; his anger, his superpower. You won’t like him when he’s angry.
How ridiculous and fragile those little uniformed men are without their fire-toys and their weapons of death, thinks Hulk, as he leaps out of sight.
Mid-air, Hulk flashes something vaguely resembling a smile as he remembers the talking creatures who believe in the truth of their own lies. Men do not know how to run with their own feet, strike with their own hands, or bite with their own teeth; they need tools and machines to slaughter and crush. Hulk’s body is the bullet itself, the attacking mass, and his strength is a renewable source of energy.
Despite everything, Hulk is tender when he protects Bruce’s beloved, even though he hates Bruce.
That is why, Di, I think you should reconsider. Superman is an alien; nobody wants to be like him. It’s indeed hard to want to be like the Hulk, but we can understand him because he is made of truth. His cry of rebellion could be our own and, just like him, we too are indestructible if we do not conform to tyranny and injustice.”
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