Best. Cover. Yet.
It tickles some primeval funnybook gland seeing real-world events like Halloween syncing up with 52.
Last Issue Promised:
No Question, no Batwoman, and no Ambush Bug are to be found. That's dirty pool, DC.
It makes me laugh to imagine that as one pissed off, metafictional, mutton-chopped Dan DiDio.
*What is this? Each week, I write exactly 52 words on that week's 52. The word count is according to the Word Count Firefox Extension. A picture is not worth a thousand words.