Superman saves New Years

You know how every Christmas, millions of people write letters to Santa?  The DC universe does the same thing on New Years with Superman.  Y’see, like Santa, with his superpowers to fly faster than the speed of light, he can visit billions of young boys and girls to give them all the iPads they asked for.  Or at least assist a dozen people in sticky situations.  So today in Action Comics #810, written by Joe Kelly and drawn by Pascual Ferry, Kano, Dave Bullock, Duncan Rouleau, & Renato Guedes, we’ll get to see one of Superman’s New Years and he’ll prove once again how much better than he is than us in every single gosh darned way.

By the way, we all agree Joe Kelly’s a genius, right?  I’ve written about so many of his comics recently and I wish I knew about him sooner.  Also, I really, really hope he doesn’t mind (and DC for that matter) that I use a huge chunk of this issue.  I’ll go buy some comics to make up for it, I promise.  Anyway, using a stack of letters, he visits one place for each hour of New Years, since it’s technically a new year twenty four times throughout the world.  First up:

I looked it up and the city of Ittoqqortoormiit actually exists.  Very rarely do they have an ambulance flown in, but at least we don’t have to see Superman rock some heat vision and tear the baby out. Because he could.  By the way DC, if you read this, the one-shot Superman: Obstetrician could move some serious copies.  Second letter:

Yeah, top that, dudes proposing with a flash mob.  We all know Superman’s romance superpower. It’s an easy fit when you’re crazy ripped and can soar through the sky.  Plus, women feel protected when their man can take out an entire bar full of sleezy fellows with a simple exhale.  Coincidentally, the next hour he saves for his special lady:

I wonder if Superman can get drunk?  He probably metabolizes alcohol at incredible speeds.  I doubt he drinks, and even if he does, the carbs can’t be good for his figure.  The Man of Steel can’t fight supervillains without Abs of Steel.

Right?  How bad can life get if the closest thing the DC universe has to Jesus takes time out to give you a hug.  Some fantastic comics have been written about Superman talking down people from suicide.  I’m just saying Batman would batarang the poor guy into unconsciousness and swing away. Lesson of the day: Bruce Wayne makes a terrible therapist.

When’s the last time you hung around with orphans?  He juggles a successful journalism career with full time membership in the Justice League and he still takes time out to wrestle disadvantaged kids. See that “S” on his chest?  That’s also the size of his heart. But let’s not forget the invincible god-man isn’t all smiles and kisses.

Poor criminals don’t realize that if you aren’t a supervillain, you don’t get to escape from prison. That’s a few decades spent behind bars because you decided to antagonize a superhero.  Plus, new capes don’t grow on trees.  But with truth and justice already served, let’s concentrate on the American way:

I mean, Superman does wear the colors of our flag.  And a yellow belt.  The other countries have their King Arthur and Gilgamesh and other folk heroes I haven’t been taught because of my American education.  Superman gets to be our folk hero, and folk heroes support our soldiers.  Off panel, you’d see a clapping Johnny Appleseed and Paul Bunyan.  Finally, we reach the last letter:

Italian doctors don’t beat around the bush with their patients.  I hope that when I die, my afterlife is filled with all the fictional characters I’d like to hang out with.  Like Superman, Harry Potter, and every character Scarlett Johansson played.  We wrap up today’s article with a message of hope and inspiration.  While we normal people can’t fly or punch through mountains, we should at least attempt to be more like Superman this year — morally.  Go play with some orphans.

The redemption of Plastic Man

A dramatic title!  Probably far too dramatic for our sweet full-of-good-vibes article today, but my integrity wavers depending on how much allergy medicine I’m currently woozy on.  As much as I dream of soaring in the skies and fighting crime myself, I just don’t think superheroes take Allegra. More importantly, let’s jump back to Plastic Man — the silly do-gooder with a rubber body who shows just as much leg as Wonder Woman.  Remember his son?  Time to make amends.  To make this easier for me, here’s the articles I’m using today:
JLA #76, written by Joe Kelly and drawn by Lewis La Rosa
JLA #87, written by Kelly and drawn by Doug Mahnke
JLA #88, written by Kelly and drawn by Mahnke
JLA #89, written by Kelly and drawn by Mahnke
The Kingdom: Offspring, written by Mark Waid and drawn by Frank Quitely

During one of their missions, the Justice League goes back in time 3,000 years.  During the battle, the antagonist shatters Plastic Man and the Justice League are forced to leave him at the bottom of the ocean when they return to the present.  But luckily because of Plastic Man’s physiology (and being a fictional character), our hero survived.  And by survived I mean the Justice League pieced him back together after he had been awake and conscious for the entire three millennia he sat scattered on the sea floor.  It allowed him to do some thinking.  A lot of thinking.

He retires.  But superhero retirement either means a dozen issues off page or death (which is then two dozen issues off page).  He gets the former.  Y’see, something bad happened to Martian Manhunter. He overcame his fear to fire and became an evil demon spawn.  Only one man can save the Justice League now.

The reason Plastic Man becomes the world’s last hope doesn’t get revealed for another two issues, but I’m going to spoil it now.  Y’see, with a rubber brain, Martian Manhunter’s telepathy can’t affect him.  The same telepathy that allows a being with Superman-esque powers to read and counter actions before his opponents even attack.  But you also just saw the big problem for poor wounded Batman: Plastic Man is no more.  Seriously, he doesn’t exist anymore.

I know we love alternative stories where Superman-type beings go crazy and kill everyone (Irredeemable, for example), but I think we forget just how much scarier it is when Martian Manhunter gets knocked off his rocker.  Combine Superman with Kitty Pryde, the Human Torch, Mystique, and Emma Frost.  You can imagine why the Justice League keeps losing to this guy.  Though on the plus side, evil Martian Manhunter has become quite eloquent when making his villainous speeches.

Batman lays out a truth bomb far stronger than any jump kicks or uppercuts.  We all love superheroes gathering up the courage they believed they lost to defeat a foe far stronger and more powerful than them.  Hell, Spider-Man does that every other issue (well, Peter Parker anyway).  So it’s time for young Luke to get his dad back into fighting shape — y’know, to save the world from blowing up.

With that, the world can rest easy.  I adore the character flaw in Plastic Man believing he can’t be both a family man and superhero (unlike Batman who just puts all his kids into tights — two birds, one stone).  But y’know, people can change for the better.  Let Plastic Man be your inspiration.  He’s awesome:

Our story sort of ends here.  Y’see, his son does become the superhero Offspring.  We never see the transformation (and goodness knows I looked), but one day he shows up in about ten or twelve issues in a span of a five or six years as Offspring.  He has maybe twenty lines total in all his canonical appearances.  The only standalone tale involving Plastic Man and Offspring lies in Waid’s Elseworlds tale of an alternative Earth:

See?  Exactly like his father.  So let’s end 2013 with my favorite type of ending: happy.

Batman & Plastic Man scare children

I made a statement a few articles back that out of all the JLA members, I know about Martian Manhunter the least.  I lied, oh, how I lied.  Because after spending some time reading more DC, I realized that there’s one member I’m wildly in the dark about: Plastic Man.  So today, let’s remedy my ailment and explore a story in JLA #65, written by Joe Kelly and drawn by Doug Mahnke, where the DC universe’s funniest superhero teams up with DC universe’s least funny.

Plastic Man has been around since 1941.  That’s two years after Batman.  A former criminal and basic henchman, Patrick “Eel” O’Brian got shot and splattered with chemicals.  His gang left him behind and now he has a body like rubber.  And he fights crime.  Chemicals are so much more fun in the DC universe — in real life, you just get an eye rinse and a lecture on safety.

With Batman reluctantly assisting Plastic Man — I’m assuming Justice League membership comes with one redeemable favor/finger wagging from the Dark Knight — the duo does what all good detectives do: gather clues.

Before we tackle Plastic Man’s shortcomings, have you noticed a theme in comics starring the silly superheroes?  On paper, Plastic Man is far more dangerous and powerful than Batman, yet the Dark Knight makes criminals wet themselves while Plastic Man dodges scores of bullets shot by apathetic baddies.  Funny doesn’t equal respect in the superhero world.  Spider-Man has the same problem — and I know he uses humor so the bad guys underestimate him — but notice now that Doc Ock took over, the supervillains duck and cower when the web-slinger swings by?  Less jokes, more face slashing.

And this boy our two protagonists are searching for?  Turns out the world’s greatest detective isn’t needed to solve this mystery.

Plastic Man can shapeshift into whatever his dear heart wants.  He can change his size, his malleability, and even heal himself.  He may even be immortal, having once survived a 3,000 year gap at the bottom of the ocean.  He’s just not a good parent.

Oh, I adore Batman’s final line.  I don’t think we as readers realize the psychological damage the Dark Knight can inflict when he so desires.  We remember the goofy Batman of the 1950s and 1960s. We know Bruce Wayne’s sad little orphan origin.  But because we aren’t scared of Batman, doesn’t mean normal folks aren’t.  Plus, who doesn’t love the idea that Superman (with his godlike powers) doesn’t frighten criminals but Batman (with the powers of a middle-aged man) makes bad guys cry upon a small glimpse of that cowl.  For this next scene, use your favorite Batman voice for maximum effect (Bale, Conroy, etc.).

Unlike some of Batman’s trophies, he wears Plastic Man as a belt.  The giant penny doesn’t fit around the waist, after all.  Y’see the dual benefit of this tactic?  The kid gets scared straight while Plastic Man doesn’t have to cough up any parenting responsibility.  Major personality changes take time and usually get retconned anyway.  We’ll end today with a small glimmer of hope for our rubbery man, because that kid Luke McDunnagh?  You’re looking at the future superhero Offspring.  Teen Titan certified and everything.

Sad JLA: Batman

As we end our series today in JLA #106, written by Chuck Austen and drawn by Ron Garney — even the Dark Knight gets his own traumatic moment, an event that shatters his emotional stability and moves the readers to tears:

Okay, so today’s going to be a shorter article than normal.  The final issue of the arc spends the majority of its pages wrapping up that whole superpowered kid story you saw last time.  Plus, if you’ll allow me to make excuses, I’m still fairly sick and I’m moving tomorrow.  But let’s be fair: Batman’s entire narrative drives from watching his parents’ shooting anyway — and that’s about as emotionally destructive as one can get.  I mean, everything he’s done since that moment has been to avenge their deaths (and a never-ending breaking of criminals’ jaws).  So with all of Batman’s lessons already learned, he can concentrate on the more important things.  Like playing with children.

What follows is the normal superheroic setup.  The lady and her family with their new fancy superpowers attempt to take violent revenge while the JLA teaches the family a valuable lesson that with great power comes great responsibility.  The responsibility not to splatter the brains of corrupt men across their mansion’s fireplace.  I’m okay with clichés like this.  We can ask for deeper meaning or themes in our superhero comics (and oh, are there examples of those being delivered), but we’re also reading stories about men and women in spandex who solve their problems with roundhouse kicks.  Look, we can argue the literary value of comics later — I’d actually kind of like that — but a good story is a good story regardless of its cultural impact or groundbreaking originality.  Plus, my NyQuil just kicked in and I’m feeling woozy.

As we end, I think it’s important to note the most important lesson learned today:

Batman would rather hide in a tree than show emotional fragility to his teammates.  If you don’t mind, can I make a recommendation?  Have you ever read Batman and Psychology: A Dark and Stormy Knight by Travis Langley?  I picked it up when I was feeling a bit dumb after being out of college for a few years and wanted something smart to read.  It delves into Batman’s identity, supporting cast, villains, and more in a manner that goes way above my head.  Seriously, it’s like an awesome college course on something you already adore.  And the tests consist solely of you lording over your friends as you discuss in length about Joker’s anti-social personality disorder and why Batman’s PTSD from childhood brings forth the need for teenage sidekicks.  Don’t you deserve a book like that?

Sad JLA: Wonder Woman

Merry Christmas!  What better way to enjoy a day of peace, happiness, and a slight buzz than with Wonder Woman’s turn for an emotional breakdown?  Luckily in JLA #105, written by Chuck Austen and drawn by Ron Garney, our Amazonian takes up half the issue with a fight — the way I like my Wonder Woman (awesome).

I wouldn’t worry if you don’t know the baddie she’s tangling with — the supervillain debuted in this issue, never gets a name, and we never hear about her again.  But she can hold her own again Wonder Woman, a superhero who can Jason Bourne any household item into a beatdown-able weapon.

How cool was that?  Her skin can deflect high caliber bullets and explosions much less axes (hence why her costume looks more like an Olympian swimsuit than a costume — or maybe sexism, I have no idea), but Wonder Woman can totally be taken down if hit hard enough.  Remember Superman’s death?  With all his kryptonite and magic weaknesses, he died from being punched too hard.  While Wonder Woman actually possesses no such weaknesses — thus making her far scarier than Superman in terms of combat strategies — she still remains vulnerable to beatings.  More importantly, the fight ends in a very un-Wonder Woman manner:

Unlike her other Justice League buddies, her tears don’t spawn from her failings or traumatic sights. No sadness rays emanate from the unconscious supervillain.  Dirt or glass didn’t get in her eyes.  It’s not allergy season.  But whatever her teary origin, at least Wonder Woman knows she can always rely on the loving support and care of her teammates — who only wish for her happiness and well-being.

Maybe Martian Manhunter is just concerned she’ll bleed all over the furniture.  Look, despite the martian’s revelations last issue, not everyone adjusts as fast as the Man of Steel.  Superman’s better than all of us for a reason.  Remember Superman’s mistake back when he let a new superhero accidentally explode?  Y’see, he feels he has a duty to watch the kid play or whatever while he hides in trees and hovers above him.  It’s supposed to be sweet and not creepy.  Especially because of what happens next.  But before all that, Superman can do more than laser vision baddies or create cyclones — he can heal broken hearts as well.  Also, we knowing that Superman and Wonder Woman are currently dating in the New 52 makes this moment far more sentimental:

I looked it up — “sinced” is an actual word.  Batman gets his turn on Friday, and it’ll be full of brooding.  Plus he makes a child cry.

Sad JLA: Martian Manhunter

Are you getting uncomfortable with all this emotional outpouring going on the past few articles? You’re not alone in JLA #104, written by Chuck Austen and Ron Garney.

I know he mentions that his experiences differ because of his otherworldly alien stuff, but only Flash and Green Lantern are human.  Superman has that whole Kryptonian thing and Wonder Woman birthed from wet clay.  I mean, they’re not green or can shapeshift or wear cool capes with collars, but it’s not fair for Martian Manhunter (real name J’onn J’onzz) to claim that his teammates can’t understand him.  He’s not the only one to wear his underwear on the outside of his pants.

Of all the Justice League-ers, I’m the least knowledgeable about Martian Manhunter.  While I should do some extensive research, I only have about ten minutes before the NyQuil forces me to pass out on my keyboard.  I do know this: he’s from Mars and the last survivor of a plague that wiped out every one of his people, including his wife and child.  Also, the dude’s crazy powerful.  He has super strength almost on par with Superman, plus he can shapeshift, fly, phase through solids, turn invisible, super breath and vision, and he’s the most powerful telepath on the planet.  Like a green Professor X. And with him being uneasy talking about feelings, he flees the watchtower for the mundane earth life.

I’m skipping his detective adventures and getting right to that juicy crying stuff.  Y’see, an earthling starts to fancy the stoic John Jones, and his secret gets revealed when he attempts to pull a Batman on some criminals.

Another secret revealed: John Jones is boring.

Of course the universe’s last Martian would be a bit unhinged.  I don’t even think it’s an afraid-to-fall-in-love-again thing.  Or a wishing to feel like the victim mentality.  Here’s my take with zero research to back it up: unlike Superman, who plopped onto earth as a child and therefore raised as a normal-esque boy, Martian Manhunter arrived on this planet full grown in the prime of his life.  If he accepts that he now possesses some glorious earth traits, it’s a cultural slap in the face of his previous life. After all, he’s all that’s left to preserve the Martian culture.  By assimilating, the memory of his wife, child, and people fade with each new girl he kisses or every time he hugs the Flash.

Or maybe he just doesn’t want to think about the tragedies in his own life.  The Justice League believe that, anyway.  Actually, ignore my theory — I’m just leaving it in because I’m proud I can connect thoughts amid my beleaguered cold medicine haze.

Y’know, I’m going to check out some Martian Manhunter stuff.  I’m getting welled up, and not just because of my Sudafed-laced brain.  There must be far more to Martian Manhunter than him phasing through the floor to zap supervillains.  Plus, I’m a big fan of any alien wearing a suit and tie.

On Wednesday, it’s Wonder Woman’s turn and by far our bloodiest issue in this arc yet.

Sad JLA: Green Lantern

Want to see Green Lantern make a mistake before having an emotional breakdown?  Of course.

We’re looking at JLA #103, written by Chuck Austen and drawn by Ron Garney.  This is a good example of the sheer amount of crime in the DC universe.  Two apartment complexes across the street from each other at the same time have simultaneous domestic disturbances to break up.  Poor John Stewart can’t fly/run at the speed of thought like our previous two superheroes, so he has to choose the order of his heroic acts.  Since you have a fair grasp of the theme this week, you already know: he chooses poorly.

To be fair to Stewart, if any of the Justice League can handle death, it’s Green Lantern.  This comic takes place in pre-Geoff Johns era, but Green Lantern comics remain (at least in the second half of the last decade) as the bloodiest, violent, and most deadly series in the DC Universe.  Space is never not at war.  Plus, remember that one time Stewart’s arrogance got a planet blown up and all its people killed?  He hasn’t, that’s for sure.

Sector 2814, the section of the galaxy that Stewart patrols contains far more than just the planet Earth.  You wouldn’t know from the comics, but can you blame the guy?  Dude’s biased towards his own species.  At least he doesn’t do what Sinestro did and have his planet make gold statues of him and force all citizens to grow tiny pencil-thin mustaches.  My Green Lantern knowledge pre-Geoff Johns is a bit fuzzy.  Something about Hal Jordan getting Reed Richards hair and Kyle Rayner crying a lot.

But Green Lantern brings up a good point — his responsibility and the sole reason he wears that ring is to protect every single gosh darn person that walks his planet.  So he pulls a Spider-Man (though many years before Spider-Man makes the same proclamation): nobody dies.  Not from a stabbing, a bank robbery, a fall down the stairs, a broken heart, etc.  Green Lantern’ll create knife-proof armor, punch robbers with giant green fists, make all apartments install slides, passionately make out with the lonely, etc.  It’s impossible, and with Superman being the only character so far who has overcome crippling emotional turmoil, the Man of Steel once again lends his broad shoulders and father-like advice to his buddy and confidant.

In a lesson I’m skipping, Green Lantern learns that maybe some civilian R&R could do him some good.  Because with all the power capable from using that ring, deodorant and a shower isn’t any of them.  Though depending on the writer, I’m sure it could be.

Superman only smells like one thing: America.  And there’s a smell that brings pride swelling in your heart and an unbreakable confidence in your patriotic smile.  Or delusion.  Either way, Martian Manhunter on Monday!  It’ll be sad!

Sad JLA: Flash

We continue our depressing series with the Flash (real name Wally West), who despite being probably the most lighthearted member of the league (assuming Plastic Man isn’t around), takes emotional turmoil like a broken ankle — bunches of tears, whimpers of despair, and a dramatic collapse to his knees.  While superheroes are supposed to be tough and unflappable and all sorts of heroically masculine traits, the importance of a superhero’s traumatic breakdown cannot be overstated.  Especially in DC, where I’ve mentioned before that the big timers tend to lack that essential fatal flaw that makes them relatable (Batman excluded because he’s irreparably emotionally damaged).  To have these moments where superheroes fail so brilliantly (or witness something similar) allows us to like them more — look, I’m aware I can’t kick bad guys into space, but it’d be nice to know that at least my fictional heroes also stub their toe on the coffee table once in a while.  Today let’s enjoy JLA #102, written by Chuck Austen and drawn by Ron Garney.

I’m no physicist, but the Flash has shown more than once to be faster than the speed of light when he attempts it.  I assume that speed would turn that woman into a civilian goo, but the Flash has the potential to be insanely powerful given the right writer.  I sometimes find it odd to believe he even has a rogues gallery considering he can circle the planet in seconds, vibrate through walls/projectiles, and process information quicker than most computers.  I mean, he fights Captain Boomerang every once in a while, who has the superpower to throw deadly boomerangs.  At the man whose top speed breaks the space-time continuum.

Dead children’ll ruin your day.  Our hero possesses a superpower with endless possibilities (for instance, dodging boomerangs), but he can’t travel back in time to save youngsters from smoke inhalation.  Actually, I think he can time travel, though the DC universe did reboot because of the Flash’s time-tampering (literary-wise anyway).

Remember that South Park episode where the kids pretended to be superheroes?  They would stand outside supermarkets and sell baked goods to raise money for all the Cthulhu destruction.  Flash does something similar, though with less cooking — I think he’s probably been around enough enough heat for a few days.  Ever want to see the Flash lecture civilians on proper maintenance of smoke detectors in a canon comic?

Commence the breakdown.  If these next few pages aren’t a boomerang that shatters your soul into hundreds of tiny tear-soaked pieces, you’re wrong.  So wrong.

Y’see, I want to make light of the situation because I imagine we’re a bit uncomfortable right now.  I want to make Captain Boomerang references until my fingers go numb from typing (his real name is Digger, by the way).  But luckily, we’re at part two of this arc, so at least Superman can give him that invulnerable, muscular shoulder to lean on.  The Man of Steel’s become emotionally healthier since a good twenty pages ago.  Off topic, but I really miss Wally West in the New 52.

Green Lantern on Friday.  Spoiler alert: it’ll be heartbreaking.

Sad JLA: Superman

A few days ago, I came across an arc in JLA #101 – 106, written by Chuck Austen and drawn by Ron Garney, that brought forth some really awful days for our heroes.  They fail, they cry, they talk about feelings, etc.  I love it, because not only do we get genuine human moments from these superhumans, but when our protagonists win every single time (as comics demand), a tiny loss or close call can tear out their heart and punch it into bloody heart goo.  So we’re going to see parts of these six issues each profiling a different hero.  Use your mask to mop up the tears and your cape to blow your nose, because these next two weeks’ll be a doozy.

I’ve always been grateful that our most powerful superhero is also our most polite.  Batman would have just thrown knockout gas from his Batmobile window before cartwheeling into the burning building. More importantly, Superman’s plan totally beats out the firefighters: send in the man who’s both super fast and invulnerable.

Surprise, new superhero!  The best part of a fictional universe allows for new characters to be created instantly with zero skepticism required from the readers.  A truck driver gets sneezed on by a radioactive alien?  Now he can shoot lava out of his shoulders!  The local anchorwoman eats a chemically-enhanced meatball at the state fair?  Now she can turn trees into airplanes!  It’s that easy, because the rules tend to be horribly lax in a comic book universe.  And I’m cool with that, but only because I now have the first two members of my new superhero team.

Y’see, even with Superman’s practically infinite combinations of superpowers, he still makes mistakes.  Or judgement errors.  Or rash decisions in a fiery inferno of a former apartment complex. The man may be Kryptonian by blood and ability, but he is, at times, really only human.  He bleeds when he falls down.  He crashes and he breaks down.  Your words in his head, knives in his heart. You build him up and then he falls apart.  Because he’s only human.  Actually, sorry, that’s a Christina Perri song.

Because Superman has the powers of a god, his failings are going to ruin him far worse than anyone else.  Maybe not the people he fails to save, but you know what I mean.  Look, Superman knows how powerful he is.  It’s not a surprise to the Man of Steel that he can circle the earth in seconds while carrying a sack of blue whales and elephants.  His inability to save everyone at all times certainly disappoints all the civilians who trust him to protect them from harm, but he’s not a god — Superman wears his underwear on the outside, for goodness sake.  And that means not being able to save everyone at all times.  Should we be upset as readers?  Hell yes, but I kind of believe we love him more when he fails.  He becomes a little more relatable, y’know?

The scene cuts to the arc’s overlying plot (which I’ve ignored).  On Wednesday, we’ll see the Flash fail.  Then Green Lantern, Martian Manhunter, Wonder Woman, and finally Batman.  Well, sort of Batman.  That man’s a beast.

Nightwing’s Blockbuster confession

It’ll be anti-climatic, but you’ll have a sense of closure that’ll enable you to finally sleep soundly at night once again.  Well mainly me, because I’ve been procrastinating and writing these at midnight. Anyway, as Nightwing’s guilt slowly destroys him, he begins to take bigger risks, jump deeper into danger, and put himself in situations where radiation poisoning’ll boil his insides.  Especially the third one in Nightwing #116-117, written by Devin Grayson and drawn by Wellington Alves, Marcos Marz, & Brad Walker.

In Infinite Crisis #4, Blüdhaven blows up.  That’s the city Nightwing spent 116 issues attempting to protect and reform.

Millions of people and a piece of Nightwing’s heart die in that radioactive blast.  With Nightwing trying to kill-himself-by-danger to ease that guilty conscience, a glowing wasteland of a city seems like the perfect place.  Look, I know I haven’t been as terribly kind to Nightwing these past few weeks.  But I do adore Nightwing.  It’s the idea of one acrobat valiantly struggling to save one city from eating itself alive from crime and corruption.  We know it’s impossible.  Hell, Batman and his entire team of gymnasts in capes can’t possibly rid all evil from Gotham City (though I believe Batman likes it that way).

Still, as Nightwing, with his batons and grappling hook, fights his unending battle against forces always stronger than him, he’s the closest we have to a “normal” guy parading as a superhero. Batman can’t qualify for that role.  People believe the Dark Knight could win against Superman. Comics have been written about his victory (or at least tie).  Superman — the superhero who could split the moon in two with a single karate chop.  The superhero who can circumnavigate the world in the time it takes Batman to throw his first punch.  But Nightwing?  No one thinks he would win.  We all agree Superman would squish the former Robin into a pellet small enough to feed to an actual Robin.  It’s because he’s seen as a normal guy (at least to me), despite that Nightwing has the same skill, talent, speed, training, and intelligence as Batman.  Readers love normals, which is probably one reason Hawkeye is selling so well.  My 1 AM Nightwing theory aside, I don’t think I’m talking entirely out my butt.

But back to Blüdhaven and a few pages I selected.

Delirious hospital bed confession time coming up.  A nuclear blast and building wall combo attack can be more effective than any truth serum.  And Nightwing’s final line before he passes out?  Beautifully written — Nightwing’s gushing about hope, especially his lack thereof that cost Blockbuster his life.

Discussion over.  Batman only deals in tough love.  The Dark Knight’s advice summed up?  I’ll get over your moral failing, but not if you use it as an excuse to drown in self-loathing.  Grow up, learn from the experience, move on, punch bad guys.  Something like that.  So Nightwing takes his advice, as any son would when your father dressed as a giant bat screams in your face.  The first step for recovery? He should start with repairing some mistakes that can be fixed.

They break up next issue, but at least the Boy Wonder takes the first step in becoming the Man Wonder.