When I'm putting together this blog, I generally don't read ahead. For example, I have no idea what we're going to cover next, when Detective Comics quits giving me material. In fact, I don't even read an issue ahead. When I'm ready to write, I start reading and I make the panels as I go.
I say this as way of background because, as I plodded through the later 200's of Detective, I noticed only one actual villain developed who still hangs around today, and that's pretty sad. And that villain was Clayface, who I think only got press time because he was one of the weirder villains in the gallery.
But as I inched towards #300, I grew cautiously optimistic. 300 issues is quite a marker in any day and age, so surely they would celebrate it with a big event. A classic Joker story? The return of the Riddler or the Scarecrow? Heck, at this point I'd take the Gong!
Well, enough suspense. Here's what we got:
Welcome to the Silver Age, my friends!
It get's worse. "The Polka Dot Man" was bad enough, but here's what they actually called him:
I guess someone at DC put down the pipe long enough to realize that promising readers a battle with "Mr. Polka Dot" on the cover certainly wouldn't help sales.
Anyway, what do these dots do? You know the answer: In true Silver Age tradition, they do freakin' anything! Why, because it's the Silver Age and screw you, that's why!
They become flying buzz saws!
They become flying saucers!
Now, keep in mind that Batman has batarangs and a whirly-bat by this point that he could use for a ranged attack or to follow these guys. But for some reason, he momentarily forgets that and just gives up:
It's so zany! His crimes are so wild! It's the Silver Age! Comics only cost twelve cents!
There even a dot that turns into a heat-seeking fist!
Where did the technology come from? It's never explained! No one knows! And you'll accept that answer because it's the Silver Age! And screw you! You only paid twelve cents!
And we'll finish the bad guy in a way that conveniently lends itself to puns!
Is it over? Tell me it's over!
Whew. I know. But I just can't stop. The worse the comic is, the more it has me in its grasp. It's too late for me, but tell others what you have seen here!
And I'll see you Monday!