Here’s an idea we’ve never seen before! In this issue of Batman, something explodes and Batman gets strange powers! How unique.

Okay, I’m hardly a physicist, but shouldn’t that wall be um, exploding? Along with large portions of Batman?

Here’s what happens when our protagonist gets home:

Love that mother. She’s basically thinking “I’ll teach that floozy daughter of mine to put on airs!” Also love our protagonist’s snooty attitude, “working must agree with you.”

Sheesh.

Eventually, Steve decides she’s a tramp of some sort.

“How dare you be popular! I hate you now!”

This, of course, leads to Drama:

For some reason I don’t have the rest of the issue scanned and had to give the copy back already, but as you can imagine, this does Not End Well, and Steve is the hero. Our protagonist learns that she should have stayed on the farm and never gone off to better herself in any way.

Oh, and that girls who want to have “fun” are whores who deserve what they get, basically.

Ahh, the good ol’ days.

For years, I thought superhero comics were the zenith of WWTTness. Then someone sent me some romance comics.

Oh. My. Deity.

In this gem, from a book called “I Loved”, a plain-Jane (who is of course, stunning) is sent by her aunt to finishing school, where they remake her to society’s ideal:

Her transformation does not go unnoticed (this panel is the next consecutive panel, highlighted for ickyness)

So she um, yearned to dance with her creepy uncle Jason?

Ew?

Don’t ask me why the JLA has diamond skin. I honestly forgot.

Hal Jordan is dumb.

“Yellow compound”? What does that even mean, Hal?

There is, of course, nothing actually wrong with the relationship between Bruce Wayne and Dick Grayson. It’s fun to make jokes, but we all know it’s a father/son dynamic and nothing more.

The thing is, with panels like the one below, I have to wonder if the Powers That Be at DC wanted that subtext.

Shared bedroom, silk PJs… come on!

Of course, the next panel, taken out of context, is solid gold!

“My word…” indeed.

Once upon a time, I thought that “Bucky” was the silliest name for a sidekick. “Hey, I’ll call myself by my nickname! No-one will ever guess!”

Still, at least Bucky wasn’t…generic.

“To the Chuck mobile, Chuck-wonder!”

Gotham City is odd

I love that law.

The trial is better.

Forgetting all the zany time-travel, does that legal argument even make sense?

Here’s a public service announcement from 1956, predicting 1976.

Now, I wasn’t born until 1977, so I figure either comics lied to me, or there was all this cool stuff in ’76 and then ditched it all until I was born and covered it up.

For personal reasons, I chose the latter.

You guys are right – I need larger scans.

Justice League #21 is just full of clichés, as evidenced by my last few JLA panels, but here’s a Silver Age take on one of my favorite golden age clichés:

It’s like that Simpsons episode:

“A wizard did it.” Except in old comics, it was “A Tibetan magic spell did it.”

Example #325 of the height of super villain technology:

I love the idea that “The Fiddler” was the one who invented them this time.

Two posts today. No reason.