Hey! It's more Cat-Man! I guess someone thought this would be the perfect nemesis for Bats. They were totally wrong, of course, but at least we were back to the villains for an issue, with nary an alien or robot in sight!
You know what we haven't seen in I-don't-know-how-long? A Random Slap! (tm!)
Yes, in this issue you not only got the return of Cat-Man in his not-totally-ineffectual-but-not-the-badass-he-is-today early days, but you get a Random Slap! (tm!) Some days, it all falls into place.
And don't you love the reporter's moral qualms? I sure hate running this story that will sell a billion copies, get picked up by the AP and insure a respected place in my chosen profession for the rest of my life. But, doggone it all, the public has a right to know!
Boy, does this take me back to my single days:
Thank goodness for women who settle. If it weren't for women just giving up on their true loves, I never would have found a wife.
Well, that's an interesting test of the sincerity of one's affections. So, if she really wasn't that into him, may I presume her body would have rejected the costume and it would have burst into flames? That actually would have been kind of cool, but I think old Cats is just reaching for validation here.
I think we're all surprised that trap worked.
But it did, because there were more pages to fill, and it gave Bruce an excuse to call Ace:
I'm the first to say I got a little weary of Ace's role consisting of getting pat on the head by Robin before Bruce and Dick left on a mission and getting told "There's no need for you on this mission, boy!" But putting two chemicals that explode when mixed in the dog's collar is a little too reckless for my taste. Here's how a dog's mind works:
I sure am bored.
Hey! Is that something dead?
I would love to smell like something dead!
I think I'll roll around in it as hard as I can, and get that dead animal smell all over!
Wow, that feels great! I think I'll grind even harder!
You see the problem. Maybe Bruce just could keep one of the chemicals in the heel of his shoe and the other in one of those bat-ears on his cowl. I mean, the heel of his shoe is where he kept the radio that he used to signal Ace in the first place. It seems like we could have made things more efficient and avoided unnecessary risk to the dog. I'm just saying.
See you Monday!