Tuesday, December 5, 2006

Who Gets Her Parking Space?

Don't you hate it when the art and the script don't match? Goodness knows I do.

Here is the Detroit-era JLA in crisis - Vixen is dying, and I suppose they care:

But not Steel. Check out the look on his face.

Do you think she called "shotgun" in the JLA Cruiser or whatever they were floating around in those days? You can almost see him thinking "At Last! The coffee mug with no visible stains on the inside is mine!" This is the face of a guy who is glad there's a little more job security.