First, if you haven't seen the Batman movie from 1966, go rent it or something. If not, you will apparently hate yourself:
I'm not sure if that situation still applies forty years later, but why take chances? Wow, no pressure there. Your self-opinion hinges on you seeing this movie! They don't give me incentives like that to watch stuff these days. Maybe if they threatened me with Irritable Bowel Syndrome, I would watch Spawn. No, I can't promise that.
I love it when people post their favorite and least-favorite comic covers, but how many times can you look at Crisis on Infinite Earths number 7? This is one of my fave-raves, House of Mystery number 163:
Is it so awesome because of the word "SOCKAMAGEE" in big block printing? Well, yes, but most of the Dial H for Hero issues of HOM have that.
It's because of this:
Now, that's the kind of "wow, I just crapped my pants" look you'd expect when staring down the business end of insects with stingers the size of whale harpoons. Too often, your standard hero is about to bite the big one, and he looks more annoyed about it than anything else, like this was taking time away from his daily Guitar Hero session. Not Robby Reed. He knows that even losers like Captain Boomerang and the Rocket Racer have successfully committed murder in comics, so he's not relaxing for one second.
It's also awesome because of this frantic caption box that looks hilarious out-of-context:
Yes, this is a totally innocent use of the word "sticky." If there were such a thing as a totally innocent use of the word "sticky." Which there isn't. Sockamagee!