World's End #11

Sonnet #WE11: "Father's Day"

Visage of stone which taught me how to act,
Ignoring all that I desired to be.
Imagination rectified to fact.
A miracle turned into pure fury.

A dream of God, a father far away,
Reminded me that I was not of stone
Nor flesh nor blood but love and spirit made,
Which merely left me feeling more alone.

Each voice commanded me to be like him.
And though a moth attracted to each flame,
I could not bow to each and every whim,
So chose escape and neither of their game.

And so a voice I'd known yet hardly heard
Whispered, "God and Father are both absurd."

World's End #11 Rating: +1 Ranking. It gets that ranking mostly because it was one full story instead of thirty different plot threads! And I apologize, after the fact, on some of my line stresses. But fuck it! It's 400 years after Shakespeare and even he didn't pay perfect fealty to the iambic pentameter over the message or the words he wanted to use. Besides, I only spent about forty minutes on this (including the reading and coming up with a theme and sorting the thoughts of each stanza and, well, you know...the words and syllables are the easy part!).

Batman Eternal #37

I want lots of awesome stuff. My New Years Resolution is to become Catwoman.

I probably check Facebook on a daily basis but I don't really use it for any reason. I don't wish people Happy Birthday even when Facebook reminds me that it's somebody's birthday. I don't post status updates. I don't play Facebook games. And I certainly don't do the "Year in Review" thing since, well, what will there be to review? I used to link my Tumblr to my Facebook but I figure the only thing that accomplished was getting a bunch of friends and relatives to block me from their news feed. Anyway, today I logged on and Facebook decided to show me what my Year was like with a preview of a Year in Review thing.

My year was adorable.

At the end of last issue, we found out that either The Riddler was behind Gotham City falling apart or he knew who was and figured it was time to help Batman figure it out as well. Mostly he just wants to make up more riddles because he's got a bit of an obsessive personality.

I bet I know who's behind it all! Catwoman! It's all a big trick to get Batman to admit that he loves her! I don't know how it's meant to accomplish that because it's so convoluted. But sometimes that's what it takes to reach a humorless man that has never been in a real relationship with anybody his entire life. He pays the man that's closest to being a family member and expects him to clean his house and wait on him. All of his wards were trained to fight at his side instead of being kept safe and spoiled and pampered and educated. Most of the women he dates he either never sees again, or they die, or they're super villains. He keeps the only thing on Earth that can kill his best friend on a ring in his Batcave. You know, just in case. You need a big plan to ensnare a guy with those kinds of trust issues.

Catwoman nearly gets assassinated by some guy in a Japanese mask with a flaming sword. Right in her own Egyptian Club Casino, Bar and Grill. I guess she really has hit the big time.

While I'm on the subject of Catwoman, will somebody put together a history of New 52 Selina Kyle for me? Please! Last thing I knew about her past is that she was a street orphan and I think she ran around with another kid that might have been her brother? But then later as an adult, just before she became Catwoman, she discovered something about her family and her name and the Russians or something? And now she seems to accept that she's the daughter of Rex Calabrese? Did I miss something somewhere or is everybody else just as confused as I am? Has DC just decided to dump Selina's past as written by Ann Nocenti and chosen to just graft on some Preboot Selina history? But even that's wrong, right?! Wasn't she Falcone's daughter? Does any of it make sense? Maybe I should just move on to the next scene which should make more sense.

Hmm. Okay. Next scene then?

Batman is currently out looking for Arkham inmates who escaped during the building's collapse. Killer Croc isn't one of them. I guess eating people he finds in the sewers isn't against the law. So Batman runs off to find a villain that should be locked up while Catwoman decides to offer Killer Croc a job.

The ex-Arkham inmates have decided to form a little gang to try to take over Gotham (again) while chaos reigns (also again).

But why would Ivy want to follow you after what you did to her at the end of Detective Comics #15? I don't know what it was because it ended with a "Fin?" before it could happen, but I'm fairly certain it was rape-esque.

Spying on the Villains Anonymous meeting is a black cat with a kitty spycam around its neck. The make and quality look to be Alice Tesla's work. And I'm really trying not to hate Alice Tesla simply because Ann Nocenti created her. If she appears in this book, she'll have real, honest-to-goodness writers penning her dialogue, so she shouldn't annoy me too much.

Another strange meeting is taking place in a shitty diner. This one stars Harvey Bullock and Maggie Sawyer. Bullock might seem a lot rough around the edges, but I bet Maggie knows he's a decent enough guy when you get right down to it because he has cats. And nobody that has and loves cats can be a bad person. They might not be polite people. And they might tell you to your face that they hate your stupid guts. But that doesn't mean they're not good people. Cats are good judges of character. Dogs, on the other hand, love anybody, no matter how despicable.

Jason Bard tries to ask Bullock and Sawyer for help because he's suddenly looking for the honest cops to help turn around this shit he helped start. But they don't want anything to do with him because he's a huge dickhole.

And then Catwoman sets up a Batsignal to reel in her prey. I mean, so she can show Batman some footage from her Kitty Cam. Did that sound dirty? I think that sounded dirty.

Oh yeah. It was definitely dirty.

Finally, Batwing calls up Penny-Two for information about g-g-g-g-ghosts!

Batman Eternal #37 Rating: No change. I'm trying to do three commentaries per day so I can finally catch back up to the current week's comics by January 7th. But holy shit am I burning out quick! That's my excuse for the horrible quality of the next thirty commentaries! I'm rushing, I'm burned out, and I need some other kind of stimulation in my life! Not that kind of stimulation! Okay, maybe that kind of stimulation. But with cookies.

Futures End #33

Baby Deathstroke! She can make dreams come true! Baby Deathstroke! She'll wind up murdering you!

All Fifty Sue ever wanted was a family. It's so sweet it should be packaged and distributed from an unregulated company (named Convict Confections and operating out of Tijuana) for use in sodas with names like Perpsi and Corke. Obviously the company is a subsidiary of God's Love Products which is a subsidiary of Nothing Odd Going On Here, Inc. which is a subsidiary of New Folder which is a subsidiary of Recycle Bin Brands which is a subsidiary of Time Warner.

Last issue ended with Ray Palmer's Stormwatch being threatened by SHADE within orbit of Earth.

Hmm. That's the strangest Earth I've ever seen.

Instead of working together the way Ray Palmer and Father Time used to work together, they decide to battle each other to see who gets to shout orders when they turn their attentions to battling Brainiac. If you're Father Time, why bother approaching Stormwatch with a detailed plan explaining why he needs The Engineer's help. And when he fails to show that kind of forethought at Angie's arrival, why can't Stormwatch decide to act like adults and say, "Okay, what's your plan? What can Angie do to help?" Am I asking too much out of adults? Maybe most of these assholes need an uncle to tell them about their great power and what comes with it.

Angie might have the best ass in The New 52. But that's not really fair to compare it with all of the others since her ass is full of nanobots keeping it perfect. Plus, she came from a universe that allowed her to have nipples, so of course she's going to have a better formed ass.

Black Adam murders Father Time's monsters because Black Adam is a super villain and he doesn't care how sentient the creatures might have been. Hawkman watches the gorefest and little hearts appear in his eyes.

Ray Palmer decides to take control of SHADE by shrinking down to atomic level (because that's all he can do!). There's a little more to it than just the shrinking. He also hops in Father Time's mouth and swims up to his brain somehow. I don't know inside biology as well as I know outside biology (I can point out hands and feet and nipples and stuff! With no prompting!), so I can't describe the path he took to get from tongue to brain. Or how he breathes while inside a bloodstream. Maybe he just siphons off oxygen from blood cells? Anyway, he winds up in Father Time's brain where he finally comes face to face with Father Time!

Gross! Father Time is a parasite that looks like the Sandman's mask! He also looks like some kind of octopus. He also looks like a penis. Right? That's what they all look like?

Later, Frank Rock and King Faraday remind everybody that some guy named Ethan Boyer had an important thread of story happening months ago. Sequel (which is Fifty Sue's new name) has been tasked with bringing Ethan Boyer back into the Cadmus family. While on her mission, she runs into Grifter's Dungeon Master friend talking on the phone to Grifter. So she punches the guy in the stomach, takes his phone, and completely ruins Grifter's life. I think the old team (minus Deathstroke) might be back together soon!

Lois Lane plugs in her phone or whatever and Brother Eye is set loose, once again, upon the world. He zips about until he finds a recognizable piece of electronics in the future body of Plastique being held in TerrifiTech. I guess Plastique doesn't have to die now since her cyborg body has always existed within a short loop of time! But where did it come from? How did it begin? Something can't have always existed and never existed at the same time or something? Oh wait! I know the answer to all of those questions! God.

This is the part where Terry McBatman and Plastique flirt.

Firestorm heads back to the lab to find some clues about the accident that might help Jason and Madison separate. On their way there, they fly directly over Tim Drake who says, "What? Who? How?! If only I were a journalist, maybe I could answer some of those questions. And a few more even!"

Before Firestorm can find any clues, Doctor Yamazake, now Doctor Polaris, throws some metal shit at her and pins her to the ground. That's when the issue ends because it's the only point of tension in any battle with Firestorm. Villain gets the jump on Firestorm, Firestorm goes, "Holy fuck what the fuck fuck?!", and then Firestorm changes the molecules of everything and the villain loses because his suit is suddenly made out of cookies and the air around him is now chlorine gas and the ground under him has turned to lava and the gum he was chewing has turned into cyanide.

Futures End #33 Rating: No change. Just more filler.

Worlds' Finest #29

I'm trying to think up a caption for this cover but I can't stop eating banana pudding.

This must be the easiest gig of Paul Levitz entire life! Rehash the Batman and Superman origin stories in a way that doesn't mess up current continuity. Although it's the secret origin of the Earth-2 Batman and Superman, so who cares. They're less important in The New 52 since they weren't the historical, Golden Age versions that established the entire genre of the super hero story. And they're far, far less interesting than this banana pudding is delicious.

My job at Christmas Dinner tonight was to peel potatoes and then to finish seasoning the potatoes once they were mashed and nearly ready to go. After that, I shaped them into Devil's Tower and served them. There were some people at the table that didn't know what Devil's Tower was. I no longer speak to them. Because they're dead. I killed them.

I really can't put this pudding down! I keep setting down the bowl and reaching for the comic book but wind up with the pudding back in my hands! It might be cursed!

Okay! That's finished. Now I can concentrate!

Maybe I should wash the bowl out and get some water first! The comic book can wait!

This thug just can't believe how tightly that leather is clinging to Catwoman's anal sphincter.

Batman has chased Catwoman all the way to Metropolis to lecture her about engaging in criminal behavior. He doesn't think she should do it because he wants to have sex with her but doesn't think he should be having sex with a criminal. Technically, Batman is also a criminal so he really shouldn't care. But he only thinks Catwoman should break laws in the same way that he breaks the laws which is better. For some reason.

Superman was currently meeting Wonder Woman after he crashed on Paradise Island due to an exploding satellite which caused him pain "for the first time in his life." That's always a good way to explain to the reader that Superman is facing a threat equal to his powers. Usually he says something like, "That actually hurt!" or "Did you have to use three fingers?!"

Wonder Woman says, "Get the fuck out," and Superman says, "How high?"

Superman leaves Wonder Woman and the Amazons to play with their new toy from Apokolips and heads back to Metropolis where he finds Catwoman toying with Batman.

Superman just got showed up by a woman so the next one he meets, he treats like a child.

Batman and Catwoman flirt a little bit more before Catwoman heads back to Gotham with her jewels she retrieved from the terrorists. She also calls Batman "Mister Wayne," so I hope Lois Lane wasn't snooping around nearby!

The New God that wanted Superman as a baby and then as a child arrives to tell Superman he's been making poor choices. The only good choice is to team up with the New Gods. But he won't! Even if they kill him, he won't...well, actually, after they kill him, he does kind of team up with them. So I guess he'll team up with them over his dead body.

Why does the DC Universe have to have some overarching super villain hellbent on destroying everything? Did somebody tell the editors at DC that all of the monthly stories are more exciting if they have a framing story that's a battle for the fate of the universe? Before the New Gods happened along, it seemed like DC was going to make the Daemonites the world threat that everybody had to continually be on the look out against. But Helspont just couldn't cut the mustard and he was replaced by the looming threat of Apokolips. Although that story also needs a framing story because things always have to be able to get worse! And that's why the Anti-Monitor made an appearance at the end of Forever Evil!

All of these stories that have been erased from a character's mind are just as bad as the shitty "let's all save one future timeline" time travel stories.

Worlds' Finest #29 Rating: No change. Here's a suggestion! If you can't have a character remember a story you put them in, don't even bother writing the fucking story! Jesus fucked. Let the characters remember shit even if you have to listen to a thousand fanboygirls screaming, "Why didn't Superman remember that in Issue #13 when he did that thing to that person that he'd met when he was younger! Why didn't Superman say anything about the first encounter, hunh?! Hunh?! Answer me that or else I'm going to continue to scream and point out your errors like a total dickhead!"

Shut up. That last comment did not resemble me.

Harley Quinn Holiday Special #1

Harley's beaver is fucking wrecked.

My Christmas present to myself is that I'm not going to spend any time commenting on this book. I'll just scan some pictures of Harley looking adorable while murdering people to get us all in the holiday mood! Then it's off to spout invective at the Common-In-Laws!

Ha ha! She called her an ass-guzzling clown!

I hope my Christmas goes this well!

This is starting to sound like one of those Public Service Comic Books! Like when Power Pack was molested by Spider-man, or when Death talked about the dangers of fucking.

Oh my.

Yay! Merry Secular Christmas everybody! And have a Remain Staunchly In Denial Of Your Own Mortality New Year!

Justice League United #7

This cover almost lulled me into a false sense of excitement! "Look how awesome this team looks!" I thought as I clutched my throbbing member. "I can't wait to read the adventures of these heroes!" But then my stupid brain reminded me, just as I was achieving orgasm, how last issue ended with the arrival of Legion Lost. Bah! That's like, as a male, watching heterosexual porn and coming just as the camera chooses to show a close-up of the man's O-face. But I wanted a shot of the woman's booty hole at that moment! No wonder people say porn is dangerous! It's why I stick to still pictures or repeating, animated GIFs!

Remember that book "Everything I Need to Know I Learned in Kindergarten"? I bet they didn't learn that thing about porn! I never read that book because it sucked. I mean, it probably sucked. Who wants to read a book written by somebody who left kindergarten thinking, "Whelp! That's it! Education over!" What I learned in Kindergarten was that if you're stubborn enough, the teacher leaves you to your own devices for the first four months until you finally come around and decide to participate with the other kids. I also learned that people should play "Button, Button, Who's Got the Button" far more often than they actually do. Seriously. Get a game of it going at your next New Year's Party. Sure, add drinking and removing clothing rules if you must. But the game really doesn't need any improvement! It's so fucking exciting!

This first panel is nearly an exact representation of that porn moment I mentioned! Ultra sure is fixated on the new universe's booty hole. I hope he doesn't reach his special moment just as Legion Lost appears.

When Legion Lost arrives, it's not the worst part of the page they explode onto. The worst part of that page is the part that reminds me this is only the third part of a five part story. Ugh! Can't they time travel right to the ending?!

I'm sure Lemire wrote this just to satisfy my love for when the comic book does all of the work for me.

Hey Wildfire, if you hate time travel things then stop working with the Legion of Super-heroes! Refuse to step inside one of Brainiac 5's Time Bubbles! Maybe quit comic books altogether because, holy fucking shit, do they rely on time travel an awful lot! Why am I even reading them?! Maybe because I love time travel stories? But I only like superbly thought out time travel stories like Primer or Time Crimes. And comic books rarely do decent time travel stories.

Byth and Black Mass escape with Ultra after Miiyahbin breaks Ultra's concentration on the rift in time and space. Now Byth has to start over by flying Ultra directly into the rift. Why doesn't Legion Lost time travel to the past, disable the ship Byth is going to use, and then return to the present to beat his ass as Byth pounds the dashboard trying to turn over the engine?

All humans look the same to Martian Manhunter.

Green Arrow points out that if they can't save the kid, will they be able to kill him in order to save the universe? And Stargirl is all, "Didn't you read Grayson #5, you dick? We keep walking." And Green Arrow rolls his eyes and goes, "Grayson? I could have been Grayson! But noooo! DC had to saddle me with writers like J.T. Krul and Ann Nocenti! Made me a fucking laughingstock! Because of them, my best fucking appearance for two years was when I shot an arrow into Amazo's ass!"

Animal Man and Timber Wolf sniff each other for some reason and then Justice Legion of Super-heroes Canada fly off to stop Byth! I think I'm supposed to be on pins and edges of seats right now. But what I'm really doing is counting how many pages are left before I can go get fucking drunk and scream at my family.

The Legion of Super-heroes have too many members, so as an added bonus to keep most of them distracted, the rift in time and space has vomited up thousands of wraith-like creatures that they must battle. So most of the team's energy is spent on keeping the space ghouls from landing on Rann and Thanagar. But the real battle will be waged against Byth for Ultra's mind. I'm sure a smaller, more manageable group will deal with that later. And maybe Hawkman will stop acting like such a douche and remember that he's a good guy. Or as good a guy as you can get when you're a gigantic conservative asshole.

Will somebody please distract him with some tax cuts for the wealthy?

Justice League United #7 Rating: -1 Ranking. It's always funny when writing a story with the Legion of Super-heroes to mention how they have so many fucking members in the group. "Ha ha!" one of the characters will say. "There are too many of you guys to remember!" they continue with a sly wink to the reader which says, "I am having the same problem you are having trying to remember them all. Ha ha!" But making a stupid joke about how many of them there are doesn't solve the problem with trying to tell a story with so many fucking characters flying around doing absolutely nothing. Look! A panel with Animal Man and Timber Wolf bonding! And there's Green Arrow getting Tellus's name wrong! And Stargirl and Dawnstar are all, "Hey! We share a word in our name! And it's super fucking surprising that the word isn't the 'girl' part of the name!" Meanwhile, Supergirl, Mon-el, and Martian Manhunter break off to stop Byth while all the other characters remain behind mopping up and taking an inordinate number of cigarette breaks. And all the while, Brainiac 5 keeps saying how he needs more time, preferably two more issues, to figure out how to close the rift. So everybody keep twiddling your thumbs until then! And by all means, don't let Hawkman somehow prevent Supergirl, Martian Manhunter, and Mon-el from getting to Byth's ship because that would be an embarrassment to end all embarrassments.

Batgirl #37

This is how happy I would be if Batman would hurry the fuck up and get dad out of jail.

Dear Diary,

Guess who got laid?! Probably everybody but me! Why won't any guys stick their ding dong inside of me? I'm hot! I'm young! I'm super duper cute! Okay, so maybe I've got a weird hobby that kind of keeps me from getting too attached to anybody. But who wants to be attached?! I'm just looking to attach myself to a guy in one icky sticky way, see? HUGE MANGA WINK! Anyswayze, when I did finally find a guy whose penis I tried to find out how many licks to get to the center of, my dad arrested him and his brother died and his mother made the best tamales so I put on like five pounds and was too embarrassed to take my shirt off in front of him. I totally didn't even care that he was missing a leg! That probably would have just made his penis look bigger, right?

I think I might have a chance with Jason Todd but that might seem a little weird, right Diary? Would you have sex with a zombie that was kind of like your brother? Maybe I should try out for the Teen Titans. I hear they pass each other around like a box of tissues. Spunk in one, toss it away, move on to the next one hanging out of the box with its legs spread wide. I hear they even have a cute gay guy on their team. What was his name? Bummer? Punker? Bunger? Something like that.

Anyway, Diary, I should probably tell you the fun and exciting and slightly transphobic things that happened to me this week!

So it all began with me getting in a fist fight with myself!

I just fucking designed this costume and this ho-bag went and copied it? Where'd she get the fucking pattern?! And the yellow boots! You know how long it took me to find these cute yellow Docs?!

Did I tell you I've been working with Qadir ever since he made me that grappling hook and I totally saved his super motorcycles?! He's kind of nerdy looking with the glasses and a bit of nerd mouth happening and he's a bit stinky cause he's just not overly concerned about his appearance but boy is he smart! He's all like, "I'm over here saving the world, tutt tutt tutt! I don't have time to roll on sports deodorant! Tutt tutt! Anybody up for a game of the Dungeons and Dragons later?" He does kind of give me a lady boner though. I bet he masturbates thinking about how our meetings might have turned out if he'd only try to kiss me and maybe touch my butt a little bit. Am I too intimidating?! I mean, you've seen my butt, right Diary? You'd want to touch it, right?!

Oh God I need the sex!

Qadir built me a whole new phone with a blinding flash because he's like my Q. Oh! His name even begins with a Q! What a strange coincidence! You can't make up stuff like that!

Anyswayze, later I got all slutted up and hit the Dagger Type art show with my best friends.

Even with Super Grump Face, Dinah makes us all look like a pair of panties worn straight through Leak Week. Sometimes I hate that fabulous looking bitch.

Okay, Diary, ready for the Twistcockian hitch? The art show was all huge, sexy pictures of me! Can you believe it?! I mean, they weren't as hot as if I had actually modeled for them. They were obviously that bloody rag that's been running around pretending to be me. And can you remind me why I'm still hanging out with Dinah?! She thought the whole thing was a great big hilarious joke! Eww! I wish she still owned some stuff so I could burn that stuff up too!

The worst part was the picture of Batgirl in a wheelchair. Remember how somebody knew who I was, Diary! This Dagger Type knew about my wheelchair days! Well, I was going to solve this mystery if I had to knock out Dinah's teeth to do it! Oh how I wanted to knock out Dinah's teeth! This was my third case since moving to Burnside (unless it was my fourth!) and it needed a name: The Mystery of the Horribly Pretentious Artist With The Stupid Name!

Being the World's Greatest Detective That Isn't A Huge Asshole, I followed the clues which led straight to a book on American Sign Language. After reading it, I realized the photos were all signing things! At first, I thought they were saying, "I'm horny for a raccoon helicopter cookie." But then I turned the book over and realized the signs were telling me to meet somebody at the base of the Burnside Bridge! The showdown was eminent! I mean imminent! Is that what I mean? One of those!

This case had a mini-case tucked into the maxi-case: The Mystery of Dinah Being a Huge Cunty McCunt Cunt.

How was I going to get Dinah to forgive me? Was I going to have to take out a loan from The Bank of Bruce Wayne so I could buy Dinah another Dojo?! Except Hush had recently wiped out Batman's bank account, so I guess I needed to find a new rich mentor. What about Booster Gold? He sounds rich! And what happened to that Green Team? Holy cocks! I should have joined that team! MONEY MONEY BO BUNNY FANANA BANA MO MO MO MONEY!

Anyswayze, Fake Batgirl finally showed up in a solid gold uniform that made me throw up in my mouth a little bit and also pee my pants a little bit too. Since I'm not dead and I'm right here writing in you, Diary, you probably already figured out who beat up who, right? Well, kind of, anyway. I unmasked Fake Me and it turned out to be Dagger Type! The Horribly Pretentious Artist With The Stupid Name! The title of the mystery gave it all away! But I lost Dagger Type when I had to dodge a bullet and take a dive into Gotham Bay. Luckily I knew where Dagger Type would be showing up later that night! Dagger Type was going to reveal the identity of Batgirl! Oh no! Are you as super nervous as I was then, Diary?!

Don't worry. It was just Dagger Type doing some weird art thing that nobody understood. The audience failed to be impressed so Dagger Type tried to kill us all. Good thing my Q set me up with just the right gadget to take down Dagger Type! Isn't that the way all of those double-O seven movies work?

I think Dagger Type's big mistake was losing the red hair in the reveal. And possibly the boobs. And, really, Dagger Type's ass couldn't compare to mine, so nobody in the room was impressed with Dagger Type's sagging ass cheeks! Plus nobody goes in for that overly pretentious art imitating life imitating art imitating life imitating art crap anymore. The cops came and took Dagger Type away but not before I found out Dagger Type had a patron that asked for the wheelchair photo! Which means the person who knows my identity is still out there! GASP! SHOCKER! WHATTA TWIST!

I don't want to neglect to tell you about my other huge lady boner that night! Somebody call 911 because my basement just flooded! HUGE MANGA WINK!

Oy vey! My dad would kill me if I brought home a cop! Although who needs to bring him home, right, Diary? He probably wouldn't mind being used by a young woman out looking to get this huge elephant in the room out of her pants! But then again, his name is Liam. I don't think I could moan "LIAM" without cracking myself up.

I ended the night tonight with Dinah taking my picture atop the Burnside Bridge because I've gotta take control of how the neighborhood sees me. I can't let them think I'm some wild, crazy, thieving, murdering asshole. Also, I don't want them to think that I'm a prude! I want to be approachable! I want to give off a vibe that says, "I'm single and ready to pork your brains out, Gotham!"

Batgirl #37 Rating: +1 Ranking. Still adorable. Although I think the Dinah feud can wrap up any time now. Babs was right last commentary when she wanted to call Black Canary "Petty Canary." Holy fuck she's being mean to Babs! Just drop it already! Or go move in with Condor and leave Babs alone.