This is my 475th article. I’m done. I’ve accomplished every goal I set out for myself and am 100% proud of the work and effort I put into this blog. This moment came gradually this month as Reddit exploded one of my articles (this one) past 100,000 hits. And trust me, I’m incredibly grateful that I could help so many people experience such an amazing comic book story. I truly hope the readers reignited their comic book love or continued to fuel whatever comic passion burned within them. That was always my number one goal and for that, every hour spent on this website has been absolutely worth it. I regret nothing. But all those hits also made painfully aware of my second, selfish goal.
I hoped this website would act as a platform to catapult my own portfolio and writing abilities, and in that respect, I’ve done all I could. It’s time I move on to other projects – because while I’m indebted to all of you who have made this website the incredible success it is – I also know you guys come for the comics and not my little paragraphs every four or five pictures. As you should, by the way. I argue vehemently that every writer, artist, inker, colorist, and editor I’ve ever included on this website is a genius. Just like superheroes, they are our betters and it’s an absolute privilege for us to read and enjoy their work. But now I’m going to work on me.
For my final article, I want to show you a scene that I believe encompasses everything magnificent about comic’s modern age. We live in a time of brilliant storytelling, frenetic excitement, unbridled joy, and battles previously unmatched in intensity and scope. Without commentary, I present to you the perfect representation of what I know is the unarguably best era of comics ever seen before. From Superman/Wonder Woman #2, written by Charles Soule and drawn by Tony S. Daniel, it’s fun, bloody, enthusiastic, and provides the brilliant characterization we secretly adore more than the violence. So just sit back and enjoy. My god, do you deserve it – we read comics to become happier, friendlier, smiley-er people, after all. That’s the entire point of entertainment.
And finally, I love you. Thank you for everything. Buy lots of comics.
Until next time.
You’ve seen the TV show yet? It’s pretty good, right? And I’m liking that black ninja suit. It’s far more slimming than maroon. And since you must assume by now that the outfit originated in the comics, I’ll clear up all your suspicions today. Don’t think this is like Superman’s mullet or Superman’s electric suit or something that lasts for far longer than it should. Daredevil wears this suit for just three issues in Daredevil: Man Without Fear #3-5, written by Frank Miller and drawn by John Romita Jr.
This miniseries chronicled Daredevil’s first days as the superhero, like Batman: Year One does. They skip over the yellow costume.
It’s the darkest Disney movie of all time. The captured kids sing a united song to protest their bad guys captors to the same success it worked in The Hunger Games. Recognize this above scene of Daredevil rocking the top of warehouses near the dock? Recognize a woman being thrown into a storage container to be sold as part of a human trafficking ring? Of course you do. The TV show recreated the scene from the comic as the very first scene in the show.
I like Daredevil in sneakers. What do most superheroes wear? Boots? They’re certainly practical and can take more punishment, but when you’ll be perched on a rooftop for eight hours a night, you’ll want something comfortable. The final issue of the miniseries mainly consists of Daredevil beating the crap out of everybody with his nightstick and overwhelming grit, but I’m going to skip most of that to show you only the single frame pages. They’re cool and you deserve to see them.
That second page alone makes this worth a purchase. We sometimes forget that the non-powered (well, you know what I mean – the squishy ones) characters are still superheroes, capable of miracles and actions that flip off physics or defy logic or anything normal people think they can do, but real-life superheroes just tend to feed the homeless instead of fighting evil robots or toppling international crime rings. So Daredevil’s about to do something impossible, but he can. Because he’s a superhero. And you’re not.
There you go. Now you can go and be the most obnoxious person in your lunch group.
These make me far happier than “normal” articles, so here’s another one. If this isn’t your thing, I have 470 previous articles that I’m sure you’ll like!
Today has no pictures. Instead, I’m posting a sketch I wrote a few weeks ago. Regardless if the sketch is successful or not, it’s 100% my creation – which is something that makes me feel far better than posting thirty comic book images. Enjoy this masterpiece, Superman Has No Penis.
We wrap up this “hairy” adventure today! I’m sorry for that. Please keep reading. As we last left Lex Luthor, his decayed and broken clone body finally gave out, rendering DC’s bitterest man a paralyzed shell of the great tycoon and supervillain he once was. But Superman also had a mullet, so it’s a toss up to who had it worse. When we next see our protagonist, he looks like this:
That’s right. Lex Luthor is healed! Did he transfer his brain to a healthier clone body? Did he create a robot Lex Luthor that he secretly controls? Did he do that powerful hospital movie moment where paralyzed patients move that one finger, triggering a montage of the gradual recovery? Did he sell his soul to the devil in exchange for a second chance? Yes to the fourth one. But like all demonic deals, this one comes with a horrific price – obviously the soul, but even worse, his eyebrows are now their natural reddish hue.
I get that most DC superheroes and supervillains are atheists, if just because it’s hard to believe in one single almighty god when all of them have spent time punching actual gods. But surely Lex Luthor believes in magic, right? He must have fought Zatanna or Shazam or once went on a cruise. So why couldn’t Hell exist? If magic exists – completely unexplainable by science – why couldn’t there be a terrible, eternal punishment for this healing potion? Look, I may be looking a story gift horse in the mouth, but Lex probably spent millions of dollars and years of his life trying to build his broken clone machine. He could have spent a fraction of that and maybe just an e-mail getting in touch with evil wizards who could accomplish the same tasks with far less work (though far more cackling). So yes, Lex Luthor suffers no ill magical or soul-promising effects from his recovery, but it doesn’t hurt to be paranoid.
Unfortunately, Lex Luthor did destroy Metropolis a few issues ago, added to whatever other mischief he committed in his decades as a jerk. You’ll get to witness something far more fearful than rooftop brawls and giant robot fights. Only words can save Lex Luthor from a mortal fate that would last probably a month or two before the inevitable – imprisonment for his many, many crimes. Can our supervillain escape the law unscathed, reputation restored, and the complete goodwill of the people? I won’t spoil it for you, but he does get elected president of the United States immediately after this.
Luthor’s defense consists pretty much entirely of lying their balls off. But you’re not reading comics for long-winded arguments about legality and whatever, you want the theatrics. You want the moments where the lawyers slam their hands on the table and the crowd gasps in shock. You want a piece of evidence or surprise witness thrown into this courtroom that blows the pants off everyone who reads the comic. Also, you should probably go re-play all the Phoenix Wright games. Look, Luthor comes out of this spectacularly, but his most important restoration isn’t his body or his corporation or his secret villainy – it’s his ego. There’s no containing that monster anymore.
And you should be proud of yourself for reading all four parts. You deserve it.
As stated in the societal laws of comic books, bad guys will always lose. Eventually. Sometimes it takes a while, but choosing evil will no doubt end with the collapse of everything you maliciously worked so hard for. And thus the same rule must be applied to Lex Luthor. Today, he loses everything. Because he’s mean, and that’s what happens when you’re not nice.
Y’see, I’m not a scientist, but clone bodies tend not to hold up as well as normal, birthed bodies. Because of science. Something about artificial creations (and plot) makes these atrocities age badly. Accelerating growth or whatever. Look, the reason for Lex Luthor’s clone body starting to fail isn’t important – the comic book world just demands that you accept it is.
They’re talking about Bizarro, if you’re curious. So after Superman came back from the dead (four months after he died), all of Lex’s brag-able triumphs began to fall apart. He loses Supergirl, his friends, and that beautiful youthful hair he treasured so much. Lex Luthor can’t escape fate: destiny proclaims that Lex Luthor cannot have hair and hair he will not have. Let him try to fight and crawl against the current of the grueling status quo, but baldness wrapped its legs around Lex a long time ago to prevent him from ever pulling out. And this kind, defeated Lex you see above? When the beard goes, so does his generosity.
We should talk about Mullet Superman. It’s an embarrassing phase of his life he wishes to forget. We all make these horrific mistakes. I wore Hawaiian shirts in high school, and a single, stoic tear rolls down my cheek each time I think back to that time. Unfortunately, since Superman’s fashion terrors live forever in the pages of ’90s comics, we’re reminded of this awful era with every page we turn. Luckily, everyone in ’90s comics made tremendous fashion errors (mostly leather), so Superman’s class photo sits between good company. Still, Superman – the most perfect superhero ever – proudly wore a mullet.
Despite Superman’s obvious argument, the assistant still launches the missiles and destroys Metropolis, Lex’s legacy, and everything else associated with Lexcorp. But remember when Superman could stop Lex Luthor from destroying entire cities by reminding him that killing millions of people would hurt his reputation? I’m fascinated with this scene, as it brilliantly showcases Lex’s incredible complexity – he wears a secret identity of the philanthropic businessman while his real hidden supervillain identity seeks to maim and destroy the same ideals he holds up in public. Similar to Superman, Batman, and the entire roster of DC superheroes, Lex also wears a mask. We get it, the Joker doesn’t care about insignificant stuff like likability, but Lex operating on two fronts makes his motivations and actions far tougher to predict when the big schemes get actualized. Like say, maybe he won’t level Metropolis to become the American Hitler, but what about a giant purple robot wrecking the city in a weird Gundam Stephen Hawking combo? Also, you can always click a picture to see a larger version of it.
As Lex’s final act in his failed-clone body, he uses a mech to light Superman on fire. A fantastic way to go out, despite Superman pretty much being immune to fire. Do you see the destroyed city behind them? Lex blames Superman for forcing his hand. If only the Man of Steel hadn’t interfered in Lex Luthor’s evil plans, then the missiles would still be happily in their silos. Because Lex is a sociopath, of course. The terminal cancer, the love of Supergirl, the decaying body – everything he did to undo that was because of his own hand. Literally, because the kryptonite ring on his finger began the slope into tatters in the first place. Don’t feel bad for dear Lex, because if comics books have at least one silver linings in their convoluted universes, bad things will happen to bad people.
His hair may be permanently gone, but his body still recovers. See how on Friday!
When we left off, Lex Luthor II, an Australian illegitimate love child, came from the bowels of the southern hemisphere to conquer and retain all the beautiful cash/influence/whatever businesses do from his dead father Lex Luthor I. They look almost the exact same, except for a fiery gorgeous mane around Boy Wonder Lex’s head. And more importantly, this new Lex is about to gain something else his father never had: love.
So I should probably explain – and explaining Supergirl history is the comic book equivalent of a calculus test or MENSA exam or understanding why people drink decaf coffee. There have been numerous Supergirls, all with their own origins, insane plot devices, and one of those Supergirls once dated her horse. This Supergirl in the page above comes from an alternative dimension where she lived as the girlfriend of a hairy, good guy Lex Luthor. And most importantly, if a Supergirl is to fall in love with a Lex Luthor, the junior remains the far better choice than the senior.
But we both know I’m not fooling anyone. Where’s the conniving evil Lex Luthor we know and love? What’s the secret waiting to be revealed about this younger, sexier, furrier Lex Luthor? Surely, he’s just using Lexcorp, Supergirl, and everything else gifted to him for some selfish and malicious goals, right? Of course he is. Of course he’s conniving and evil and selfish and malicious and other negative adjectives. Because the genius behind the big reveal I’m about to show you isn’t in the scientific trick about to be ripped open, but that this Lex Luthor talks in an Australian accent. That in the world of comic books – a world that allows Superman to be completely disguised with a pair of glasses, Lex Luthor speaks in an Australian accent for roughly the next two years until everyone figures out the truth sometime in 1994. Also, Lex Luthor I survived the plane crash from last article. Obviously.
Even ejecting out of the plane so Lex can run off to a mountain mad scientist laboratory won’t cure his terminal cancer. No, more drastic measures must be taken. An obese, cancer-ridden body just won’t do for DC’s greatest (or second greatest) supervillain. So for your continued amazement, I present to you the truth behind Lex Luthor II. And while I know you’re going to be disappointed with the way the art in these next few pages obstructs our view of Lex Luthor’s penis, I think we can all agree that we don’t need to see it to know its huge. Like the size of his penis probably qualifies as a superpower. Fictional or not, I know that the only thing comparable in size to Lex’s dick is the disgustingly gigantic size of his balls. Though honestly, with Lex’s pettiness and overcompensation, a case could also be made that the opposite is true about his genitals. He could be holstering a toothpick with some raisins. And since Lex Luthor is a drawing on paper, we’ll never get the real answer, but let’s all just compromise and assume at least his private parts aren’t average in size. I feel like I accomplished something today.
In a twist you most likely figured out last article, Lex Luthor II is actually Lex Luthor I in a cloned body. We should have always known by the prominently excessive head of hair – when one can remake one’s physical attributes, a bald man will always opt for hair. Don’t let any bald guy lie and tell you otherwise. The original body gets thrown into a dumpster or whatever, meaning that from 1992 until the reboot in 2011, that Lex Luthor you’ve been seeing is a clone with Lex’s brain put in. But with the big reveal behind us, Lex Luthor can go back to being a jerk (secretly for now, though) – he chokes a woman to death a few pages before the ones below just because he can. And what terrible timing too, as Superman just died. Doomsday punched him to death. Here’s Lex’s megalomania-induced eulogy:
Next time, everything implodes, Superman returns, and Lex Luthor loses all his hair. The hair probably saddens Lex the most.