•Superman and Lois Lane were created by Jerry Siegel and Joe Shuster in 1938's Action Comics #1.
Monday, July 14, 2025
Credit where credit is due: Who created who in Superman
Thursday, July 10, 2025
The origins of Mister Terrific Michael Holt
The story opens with a man standing on a bridge above a train track, sadly regarding a framed headshot of a smiling woman, signed "Love Always, Paula." He lets it drop onto a train below, and is then interrupted by a couple of little kids, one of them holding a gun that looks comically huge in his little hands.
"Okay, fool-- Give us all your monies if you wanta live!" the boy says, and the man responds. "But what if I don't care if I live?"
Enter Jim Corrigan, from out of nowhere, with harsh words for the kid. The frightened child fires several shots into Corrigan's chest, to no effect (He is, of course, already dead, and has been so for decades). Corrigan's voice changes to a spookier one, rendered by letterer Todd Klein in a jagged dialogue balloon tinted green at the edges, and the font of the lettering gets similarly rough and jagged. Corrigan then transforms into The Spectre, and the children flee in panic.
Once they're alone, The Spectre tells Michael Holt, for of course that's who this man is, that he was drawn there by his thoughts: "Self murder is still murder. And murder is the province of The Spectre."
Holt explains his thoughts, revealing a bit about his background, vague though it is at this point:
My wife is dead. Car accident tore her out of my life with no warning. All the things I've done with my life--the money I've made, the achievements in sports and science-- --They're nothing without her. I don't know why I should live.
The Spectre shifts back to his Corrigan form and begins to tell Holt of his old friend Terry Sloane, a man who similarly had money and brains, but found himself bored...and was once a victim to kids who tried to rob him, seeking to imitate the heroes of their day, the gangsters of the 1940s.
Sloane's response was to demonstrate to kids that gangsters aren't anyone to look up to or imitate, and he did so by making himself into something far cooler: A superhero, who regularly took down gangsters and revealed them to be the losers they were.
Here artist Mandrake devotes a half a page to the Golden Age Mister Terrific, smiling broadly as he beats up a trio of armed gangster types, a couple of kids in the background cheering him on.
The Spectre then goes on to tell the story of Mister Terrific's last adventure, somewhat based on 1979's Justice League of America #171-172, by Gerry Conway, Dick Dillin and Frank McLaughlin, although one need not have any familiarity with those comics to follow this, which obviously needed to be altered to fit into the post-Crisis continuity, anyway (Here, for example, the characters share a single Earth rather than hailing from two parallel ones, and a problematic character like The Huntress is absent, though Power Girl is still there).
During The Spectre's story, Mister Terrific is murdered aboard the JLA satellite, apparently by The Flash Jay Garrick...who was actually possessed by a villain named The Spirit King. In the aftermath, as the JSA pursued the villain to Earth, Garrick went looking for The Spectre, and the two heroes catch up with the villain in Doctor Fate's tower in Salem, where The Spirit King has now taken control of Fate and defeated and captured the other heroes (Green Lantern Alan Scott, Hawkman and Power Girl, if you're interested).
When The Spectre and Flash arrive, they find themselves in a trap set by The Spirit King, who, being a ghost, is untouchable by either The Flash or Spectre ("You have no power over me, Spectre!" the villain gloats. "Your authority ends at the grave! And I have stepped beyond it!").
It gets worse. The Spirit King has apparently made a deal with the demon Shaitan, acting as a portal for the evil entity to cross over onto Earth. And then the corpse of Mister Terrific joins the battle, shambling towards The Flash. So there's the zombie that Corben's cover seems to promise. (It's unclear to me just how it is that Sloane's corpse became quite so skeletal and desiccated in the short time since he had apparently died, but whatever, Mandrake draws a great zombie).
Ultimately the day is saved when the ghost of Mister Terrific appears, and, being a ghost, is able to lay his hands—and, more importantly, his fists—on his fellow ghost The Spirit King. He punches him into the portal Shaitan was attempting to come through, which The Spectre seals, saving the JSA and, perhaps, the whole world.
After a few words with his teammates, the ghost of Mister Terrific fades away, leaving the glowing words of his slogan, "Fair Play" hanging in the air.
The story told, Holt wonders why exactly The Spectre told it to him.
The Spectre answers, with a bit of a speech that would prove transformative for Michael Holt and, indirectly, the future JSA and the DC Universe as a whole. He switches back to Corrigan mid-way through, which is why the language shifts accordingly:
A void exists and needs to be filled.
No one can ever be replaced. Not your wife, not Terry Sloane, but their passing leaves a void that needs to be filled.
You feel the void your wife has left...Mr. Terrific filled a purpose and that purpose isn't filled by Superman or Batman or even The Spectre.
He worked at the street level. He reached kids that might have otherwise gone bad. Replaced "gangsta" role models with one that stressed "Fair Play."
There is a need to for that kinda hero today, get me? Maybe, if you fill a void that's out there, you can ease the one that's inside you.
You game?
Indeed, Holt is.
The scene shifts to a basketball court, where the kids who tried to rob Holt in the opening scene are reporting back to some obviously older (and far taller) young men, who are belittling their failure to bring back any money, and threatening them with a beating.
And then Holt shows up, now wearing a big pair of sunglasses and a leather jacket with the words "Fair Play" emblazoned on the back, the logo mirroring the one that the original Mister Terrific wore on his torso. He sure threw that costume together pretty quickly!
He confidently introduces himself with a seemingly new too-cool-for-school personality: "You can just call me Mr. Terrific--cause that's what I am." He's also carrying a basketball. After he easily beats up the two armed bad guys ("I'm not afraid to die, so I'm not afraid of you!" he says to one, who points a gun at the back of his head), he shoots the basketball from afar, and of course he makes the shot, complete with a "SWISH!" sound effect.
Then The Spectre arrives, sweeping up the older kids in his cloak and promising to punish them now for murders they may commit in the future, at which point Holt gets in his face, saying he'll take responsibility for them, and citing "Fair Play" to the Spectre.
The Spectre concedes the point and flies away, thinking to himself about how the confrontation was a ruse, that the kids "needed to see their hero seemingly strong enough to face down even The Spectre...it will build your reputation and burnish a legend."
It's a pretty great comic, as are most issues of Ostrander and Mandrake's Spectre series, and, if you can find it in a back issue bin or if you read it online from Kindle, it's a pretty good starting point for getting into the book (Like too much of that volume of The Spectre, it's never been collected).
Leaning towards horror and constantly dabbling with moral quandaries, this series was one of handful from the '90s that seemed to straddle the DC Universe and the sort of content from the Vertigo imprint, although this issue felt a little special in just how full of superheroes it was, the colorful, muscular figures rendered in Mandrake's spooky, sketchy style.
Now, of course, the issue is best known for introducing the new Mister Terrific, who would, a few years later, join the new JSA team and become a DCU mainstay, even headlining his own short-lived solo title in 2011 as part of DC's "New 52" initiative.
As you can see in the images above, the character bears relatively little resemblance to the more familiar version from the 1999-2006 JSA series, though. Obviously, that's visual, as he would adopt the distinctive black T-shaped mask, the black, white and red costume and the hovering robot "T-Spheres" later, as his background in science and athletics would be fleshed out to the point where we learn he was an Olympic athlete and genius-level intellect (one of the smartest people in the world, actually). Oh and, perhaps oddly given that he was introduced in an issue of The Spectre where the embodiment of the Wrath of God told him a story about ghosts, zombies and demons, we would eventually learn that he is an atheist.
He also seems to have drifted pretty far from the initial point of inspiration, that of being a street-level hero focused on being a role model for young people and steering them away from the potential appeal of a life of crime. Of course, that was likely a side-effect of being on the JSA, a team book in which the threats were naturally bigger, more global and less grounded than street crime, as they had to be significant enough to require the attention of a large team of very powerful characters including the android Hourman from the 853rd Century and a Dr. Fate.
After his introduction in The Spectre #54, the new Mister Terrific next appeared in 1998's The Spectre #62, the last issue of the series. In this issue, Corrigan/The Spectre buries Corrigan's bones and holds a funeral for himself, one attended by characters from throughout the series, and throughout the DC Universe (and, in a few cases, just beyond, like Swamp Thing). At the end, the green cloak of The Spectre floats up into the sky, leaving the naked Corrigan on Earth...at least until a bright light from the sky envelopes him and he disappears.
Mister Terrific's role is quite small. He arrives wearing the same simple costume Mandrake gave his in his first appearance, although at this point he seems to have added gloves with a yellow "T" on them.
"Who are you? Black Lighting?" one attendee asks him when he walks up.
Later, when Corrigan's surviving JSA allies—Jay Garrick, Alan Scott, Ted Knight and Ted Grant—arrive, Wildcat puts his hands on his hips and asks Holt, "So--yer the new Mr. Terrific, eh?"
"You got a problem with that?" Hold replies.
Wildcat punches him on the arm: "Nope. Glad to see it. Just do th' name justice, okay? Terry was a friend o' mine."
This new Mister Terrific would, obviously, end up spending a lot of time with Wildcat, Garrick and Scott in the future.
His next appearance was in the pages of 1999's JSA Secret Files & Origins #1. He doesn't appear in any of the special issue's comics stories—he wasn't initially a member of the team, which was being written at the outset by James Robinson and David Goyer, and pencilled by Steven Sadowski. Instead, he appears in one of the profile pages, which, in these specials, would feature an illustration of the character and a few paragraphs of text about the character in question, functioning a little like the old Who's Who pages.
Here, he's drawn by an artist credited as "Grey" and inked by Vince Russel. This is the first published appearance of what would become his standard and best-known costume, the one he'd wear throughout the pages of JSA and the series that followed it, Justice Society of America (And the one that appears in the new Superman movie). The image also shows the first appearance of the "T-Spheres."
Though Grey is the first person to draw it, I'm not sure if they get credit for the design or not; in fact, I'm not sure who designed it (Do let me know if you know).
The profile on this page, written by Holt's co-creator John Ostrander, fleshes out his past accomplishments, noting that he was "an Olympic decathlon gold medal winner" and that he "created his own cyberwear company which he ultimately sold to the Waynetech Corporation."
It also notes that he "fights in the inner-city for the minds and hearts of the kids there." "The modern Mr. Terrific fights the new 'gangstas' with skill, intelligence, and by just being so damn cool," Ostrander writes. (Interestingly, Ostrander refers to Holt's late wife as "Angela," although we saw the name "Paula" written on her picture in his first appearance).
As for the JSA title proper, Mister Terrific first appears in the fifth issue, written by Robinson and Goyer and penciled by guest artist Derec Aucoin, where he meets Sandy Hawkins and the android Hourman at Tylerco. It's revealed there that he acts as a consultant for Tylerco, and in return they fund a youth center Holt had started. He is, by this point, wearing the costume from Secret Files & Origins.
He then shows up in issue #11, at which point Geoff Johns has replaced Robinson and Goyer's co-writer, and this issue features breakdowns and inks by Michael Bair and pencils and inks by someone credited simply as "Buzz."
Here Mister Terrific has his T-Spheres for the first time in a story and he talks about his ability to be completely "invisible" to security technology, which made it easy enough for him to break into the Kobra base that the JSA was in the process of infiltrating when they met him.
"We'll have time for intros and initiation parties later," Hawkins tells him and, from this point on, Mister Terrific will be a member of the JSA.
In his initial appearance in the pages of Ostrander and Mandrakes Spectre, both The Spirit King and the original Mister Terrific talk about coming into their own only once they had died, something that Corrigan seems to meditate on a bit, wondering if he too only really started to make a positive impact on the world once he had died.
Although Jay Garrick assures Terry Sloane's ghost that he was always a valuable member of the team when he was alive, it would seem that Sloane really did have the biggest impact on the DC Universe and the DC comics line after he died: As the inspiration for his far more prominent namesake.
Sunday, July 06, 2025
A Month of Wednesdays: June 2025
BOUGHT:
Nancy Wears Hats (Fantagraphics Books) Better writers and smarter comics readers than I have extolled the virtues of Ernie Bushmiller's Nancy comic strip over the years, and so I doubt there's anything I can say about this new collection that's all that worthwhile.Suffice it to say that this nice big collection includes over 300 strips from 1949-1950, when the strip was in its prime. I feel like I've seen a fair amount of these strips before, either in other collections I've read or from social media accounts like this one, although there were also a fair amount of strips that were new to me.
Bushmiller's Nancy is, of course, pure, unadulterated comics in perhaps their most perfect form. They're a pleasure to read, and an education for anyone who wants to make comics. I therefore can't recommend this collection—or any of Bushmiller's Nancy, really—highly enough.
The collection, featuring raised words and art on the cover and nice overall design work by Kayla E., also includes a short, unsigned, three-paragraph prose afterword. Entitled "Ernie & Nancy", the last paragraph lists the character and comic strip's accomplishments, noting that one of Bushmiller's Nancy strips remains the picture that The American Heritage Dictionary of the English Language uses next to the definition for "comic strip" and quoting an un-cited Wally Wood that "It's easier to read a Nancy comic than it is to not read one." The piece cheekily ends with this last line: "Who's lit now, Sluggo?"
BORROWED:
Batman/Superman: World's Finest Vol. 6: IMPossible (DC Comics) The latest volume of Mark Waid and Dan Mora's World's Finest picks up right where the last one left off—Mr. Mxyptlk and Bat-Mite have appeared in the Batcave, fleeing an army of villainous "mites" led by a mysterious bad guy, a threat dangerous enough that it has already killed one mite (Green-Mite, who, unable to choose between Green Arrow and Green Lantern, patterned himself off of both).Before long, Metropolis is full of superheroes, supervillains and villainous mites, and Batman, Superman, Robin and their new allies Mxyptlk and Bat-Mite wade into battle. I hesitate to say too much more about the plot, as it is full of some really fun, fairly crazy surprises, but I will note that a quite unexpected champion is finally chosen, Batman, Superman and Bat-Mite spend a significant part of the story trapped in the second dimension and then journeying through the dimensions to get back to the fight and, of course, the sixth-dimensional threat is eventually vanquished.
As per usual for this series, there are a lot of guest-stars, and not merely among the various Justice Leaguers and villains in the Metropolis battle royale (Probably my favorite in this story? Prince Ra-Man, who certainly wasn't anyone I was expecting to see here).
Mora does get a little relief from artist Travis Mercer, who draws Superman and Batman when they are trapped in different dimensions, and the fact that they suddenly look so different than when Mora is drawing them is thus naturally excused by the weird circumstances they are in (Interestingly, in the second dimension, the heroes and Bat-Mite take on the appearances they had in old cartoons, with Bat-Mite wearing the costume he did in The New Adventures of Batman and sporting the green skin he had in that late seventies show).
I feel like the Wonder Woman-ness of the story is mostly relegated to her milieu, and her relationship with the title characters doesn't come into play much, although there's a neat scene near the end of "The Trinity" all working together, and a bit of an aside about the three of them meeting for coffee soon.
There's also a very charming panel in which Robin is shown a kanga, and says, "Yes, please" as soon as an Amazon asks him if he would like to ride one...so soon, in fact, that letterer Dave Sharpe places Robin's word balloon so it overlaps with that of the Amazon.
I assume I'm not the only one that had that reaction, as now, six years later, Takei and the same creative team who helped turn his memories into that first book are back with a new work, It Rhymes With Takei, a memoir that covers just that subject and period of Takei's life.
But not just that. At some 330 pages, it is essentially Takei's biography, covering his entire life, but organized around the throughline of Takei's sexuality, his life and career in the closet and the eventual, gradual process of coming out, first to his family (which, in at least one instance, didn't go too well) and then, given his relative celebrity, to the whole world.
While Takei's fraught relationship with his own sexuality is the organizing principle of the book, It RhymesWith Takei essentially covers his entire life (the time in the concentration camp as a child is mentioned but not dwelled on, of course, given that there's a whole graphic novel about that). So readers will learn a bit about his childhood, his education, a formative trip abroad to study Shakespeare, his early work in Hollywood, his early theater career, his big break in Stark Trek, his activism, his off and on work in politics, a relatively short stint working on transit in California and his post-Star Trek life as a minor celebrity, seemingly forever tied in the public imagination to that one particulary gig.
I don't know what impact doing so actually had on his career at that point; I'm not really a television watcher, nor do I know anything about New York or Los Angeles live theater, so I can't tell you if he got more or less roles after that, but I suspect his roles increased. Or, at the very least, his visibility certainly seems to have increased, as once he came out, he was able to embrace acts of activism in a big way in TV interviews and on social media, which is mainly where I know him from (Well that, his appearance in Kevin Keller #6, which I doubt he would have made were he still closeted. Oh, and, of course, I know him as one of the creators of They Called Us Enemy).
I say that just to note that I still found It Rhymes With Takei a fascinating read, an extremely compelling telling of a fascinating life, and the delineation of a rather hopeful historical arc experienced by a particular American minority.
Somewhat unfortunately, there's no backmatter in the book explaining exactly how it was made. As you can see by the cover, Takei gets top billing, his name above the title while his co-creators have their last names stacked up in the lower lefthand corner.
On the title page, the credits read:
Written ByGeorge TakeiArt ByHarmony BeckerAdapted By
Steven Scott & Justine Eisinger
There's also some more advancement in Manbagi's unlikely romance with the shy soccer star Wakai (which makes me really nervous, I have to admit, due to how one-sided it seems to be as it develops, and I wish it got a little more attention, as it seems more dramatic than the cultural festival stuff), plus an over-the-top celebration of Komi passing her exams hosted by Rami and an unlikely discussion (complete with bets) regarding what kisses taste like (not spicy shrimp, apparently).
The title of the book comes from Sala's self-published 1984 anthology comic, a 30-page black and white book that included some 14 distinct stories, some of which are extremely short, only a page or two or three (I had to keep consulting Night Drive's table of contents to see when one story ended and another began).
The original Night Drive's title page includes a quote from writer Jorge Luis Borges: "The solution to the mystery is always inferior to the mystery itself," which serves as a sort of master key to unlocking so much of Sala's work, from these first short illustration and narrative mash-ups to his later graphic novels, which seem organized around the idea expressed in that quote, always bearing an air of mystery and filled with plot points that are rarely explained, his stories often being more suggested than delineated.
It also, rather famously, lead to an animated adaptation on MTV's 1991 Liquid Television, an anthology show I watched as a teenager, although I never connected that particular feature with the Sala of Peculia, Maniac Killer Strikes Again and his various works of the 2000s, wherein I first encountered his work.
I especially enjoyed all of the prose stuff about Sala, given how little I actually knew about him. Sala was about a generation older than me, and reading about his influences, I see I had very little firsthand experience with the works that informed his: Typical "monster kid" stuff, 1960s genre TV, Frank Frazetta, Jack Kirby, Hammer films, 1970s horror comics, Fantomas, German expressionist films, a wide variety of prose literature. This probably goes a long way toward explaining the fact that, in addition to appreciating his specific art style and the moody, mysterious, Lynchian vibe of his work, I often felt things in it rather than actually recognizing them. (Reviewing all the mentions that he or others made of his various influences in the prose pieces here, I think the only places a Venn diagram of them overlaps with my own pop culture diet is probably the writing of H.P. Lovecraft and the art of Jack Kirby).
Night Drive probably isn't the best place to start with Sala's work, but for his many fans, it's an extraordinarily rewarding read.
That was certainly the case with those first Marvel Star Wars comics, which moved past the Rebellion Vs. Empire storyline pretty quickly after the release of Jedi (I reviewed collections of Marvel's post-Jedi issues in this post and this one). And it was, to a certain degree, the same with the Dark Horse comics of the 1990s, although as time went on, more and more of the official Star Wars story got filled in by the increasing number of novels and other "Extended Universe" media (I've been trying to read those via Marvel's Epic Collections, but they are proving harder to find than I'd like; I reviewed the first collection here and the second here).
That is, if nothing else, the post-Jedi future was once again wide open, and the original Star Wars heroes were again available for brand-new, not-yet-chronicled adventures, right?
This is all a very long way of saying that I was excited—even if it's a somewhat reserved sort of excitement—for Marvel's Star Wars: The Battle of Jakku, an almost 300-page trade paperback collecting a series of miniseries from last year set in the still relatively little-explored post-Jedi, pre-Force Awakens period in which Luke, Leia, Han and company are still important players. This, after all, was the new, new, new post-Jedi version of Star Wars, and the first time since regaining the license that Marvel would be producing new comics not closely tied to the events of one of the trilogy of film trilogies.
I'm sorry to confess that I found it somewhat disappointing, especially because it was written by Alex Segura, a comics pro whom I like a lot and who, being a comics person-turned-novelist whose resume includes some Star Wars prose work, sure seems like an ideal candidate to produce new Star Wars comics.
There are a few scenes where Luke ignites his light saber and Stormtroopers shoot blasters where it really feels like Star Wars, and there's a scene where a big, goofy-looking monster appears to chase Luke and his pilot partner a bit, where I actually sighed in relief and thought, "Finally," but, for the most part, this, I am sorry to say, felt more like a bloodless exercise in continuity dot-connecting than an attempt to capture the various virtues of the films in the comics medium.
Haro Aso and Kotaro Takata get there in this seventeenth volume of their life-affirming zombie apocalypse comedy. It seems like an odd direction for the book to take at this point, as the world is now some months (maybe even years?) into a zombie apocalypse, and I confess some skepticism when I saw the cover, and the title of this story ("Outer Space of the Dead") and flipped through to see rockets and our heroes in space suits.
But the creators make it work. One of the increasingly few remaining items on our protagonists' collective bucket list of things to do before becoming zombies is "Experience zero gravity," and I wonder to what degree crossing off the items on that list influences the stories Aso and Takata decide to tell.
At the volume's opening, our heroes are lounging on a beach, but after an extremely loud boom and a horde of zombies following it, they find themselves at headquarters of Star W, a private space exploration company that has been prepping an unmanned rocket for a test launch throughout what Shizuka calls "the pandemic."
With electricity provided by windmills, plenty of astronaut food to live on, and a high barb-wired fence to keep the zombies out, charismatic Star W founder Hirotaka Ukaji and his employees have kept busy pursuing his dream of "Japan's first civilian-led... ...manned flight to outer space! And launched from Japanese soil to boot!"
Our heroes are present for the test flight, but as the countdown begins, things go wrong, as they so often do in zombie narratives. A section of the fence collapses and zombies swarm. Akira and his freinds have a plan to save Star W's many employees, and it involves luring all of the zombies beneath the rocket's thrusters, where they will be incinerated during the launch, but there's a catch they don't think of until it's almost too late: What happens to them when the rocket blasts off?
The solution, of course, is to board the rocket, which they do with Mr. Ukaji. That presents a whole new set of problems of course, including one that doesn't seem to make any sense, which I spoiled a few paragraphs ago, I guess: There are, somehow, zombies in space, despite how far removed the people at the International Space Station were from whatever caused the infection on Earth.
Or were they? There's an intriguing cliffhanger ending, one that ties into the few hints we've gotten so far about what set off Zom 100's zombie plague. Also intriguing? When our heroes reach space, they see an awful lot of lights still burning on earth, giving them some way to gauge how well civilization outside of Japan seems to be faring. At the very least, humanity seems to have managed to keep the lights on while the zombie pandemic rages.
REVIEWED:
Don't Cause Trouble (Henry Holt and Company) Is Arree Chung's fictionalized memoir about growing up Chinese-American with a two very idiosyncratic parents and trying to be cool American Born Chinese meets Big Nate...? Personally, I've never gone in for those sorts of "it's X meets X" descriptions of comics or movies or whatever, as they often seem a little too pat, and they tend to do a disservice to all of the works involved, but I have to confess I thought of both of those very different comics while reading Don't Cause Trouble. Chung's book deals with some of the themes that American Born Chinese does, although it's more about being an outsider in general than being Chinese-American specifically, while the big-headed grade-schooler characters and the style in which they are drawn reminded me a bit of Lincoln Pierce's popular comic. It's really funny, and I enjoyed it a lot. More here.Godzilla: Skate or Die (IDW Publishing) There's a fantastic page-turning experience near the climax of this rather unique Godzilla comic.
In the last panel on a righthand page, a scientist is theorizing about an alien doohickey that fell to earth and seems to be attracting and enraging giant monsters Godzilla and Varan, who spend most of the book battling one another. The scientist says the thing's influence is spreading and that "Godzilla, Varan...they could just be the beginning...."
Then, when the reader turns the page, they are confronted with an awesome two-page splash depicting ten more Toho monsters, all rendered in bright pink, while the scientist and other characters appear small along the bottom of the page, the scientist declaring, "These pulses could awaken every kaiju on the planet!"
And thus, the fate of the world is at stake in this book, although our heroic skaters' main concern is much smaller: Saving their beloved skate park.
Writer/artist Louie Joyce's Godzilla comic is at once completely atypical and faithful to the basic Godzilla narrative, which always revolves around human beings and their problems as related to the giant monster/s, but here the human beings involved aren't the usual scientists, reporters and military types, but rather a group of Australian skaters. It's fun stuff, and another good argument for IDW and/or Toho allowing various creators with their own distinct styles to essentially go nuts with the long-lived IP. More here.
Thursday, July 03, 2025
When exactly was Plastic Man's Justice League tenure? A surprisingly difficult question to answer!
Now, if you asked me, say, a few weeks ago when Plastic Man joined the Justice League, I would have guessed that he did so in 1997's JLA #5, as that is the first time he appeared on the cover of the book.
But, as I recently discovered while revisiting some of the earlier arcs of Morrison and company's JLA—which was not only one of my favorite comic books ever but was one of my favorite things ever—Plastic Man's induction into the team was a rather gradual, slow-rolling affair.
So when, exactly, did Plas join the JLA?
He doesn't get interviewed (like Max Mercury, Damage and "Hitman" Tommy Monaghan do), nor does he get immediately accepted (as Tomorrow Woman does).
He would, of course, eventually join—as would Green Arrow Connor Hawke, Aztek and Steel, all of whom also cameo in this issue among the others applying—but not in this particular issue.
Artists Howard Porter and John Dell do a great Plastic Man, one that's clearly recognizable even without his costume. I like the idea that pretend criminal Matches and reformed criminal Eel might run in similar circles. I like the implication that Plas sees through Batman's disguise when Batman slips into his "real" voice momentarily, as indicated by Plas' use of quotes around the name "Matches".
"You're not one of the Justice League", Luthor says to Plastic Man in the very next panel following those above.
Later in the issue, after Plastic Man has helped Batman, Superman, Martian Manhunter and Green Arrow defeat the Injustice Gang—he uses his shape-changing powers to counteract Circe's magical ability to change men into animals and then later punches out the real Joker with a fist at the end of a stretchy arm—Superman shakes his hand.
Was it JLA #16?
Nearly instantaneous study thanks to the telepathy, but it's still methodical.
Plastic Man is inspiration made form.The Martian can't compete without full concentration.
Plastic Man doesn't appear at all in "Crisis of Conscience," and it seems that Johns and Heinberg simply didn't know or forgot he was on the team, and editor Mike Carlin failed to remind them.

























