When Batman: The Animated Series first aired on Fox, the only way for me to explore the Gotham City it displayed on my TV was with my imagination. Minutes after each episode ended, I’d run outside with a cardboard shield covered in aluminum foil and a bat insignia I’d cut from black and yellow construction paper. God knows what possessed me to run around my backyard flailing at invisible foes, but six-year-old me thought it was amazing. Had I been born twenty years later, none of this would have been necessary. Rendering a child’s imagination quaint by comparison, Batman: The…