It takes a certain amount of willingness to suspend one's disbelief if one is going to really enjoy comics. It's perfectly okay to criticize plot holes, mischaracterizations, etc., but when it comes to the most obvious problem with comics - just how ridiculously impossible they are - there is an unspoken code that we don't say a word.
But I just have to point out that, while I'm perfectly ready to believe in men who can fly and shoot laser beams out of their eyes, this sort of thing will have me grinding my teeth in disgust:
How exactly did Green Arrow get those four criminals to stand next to each other in groups of two so he could toss a hoop around them?
Oh, comics, my cruel mistress! The things I tolerate for your cruel love!
See you tomorrow!