Being a superhero is more than just saving the world from psychotic dudes in makeup who kill cats for fun; it’s also a fashion statement.
The mask. The tights. The cape. The color choices. The boots. Custom-made armor, perhaps. Possible makeup. Maybe a bracelet of some sort. You’ve got transportation considerations: flying, running fast, riding a dolphin, driving a car (and, if so, what type of cool, fast car should you drive). Do you live in a house, on a foreign planet, or inside some type of extravagant subterranean fortress?
This is complicated stuff.
Never before has the practical side of the superhero’s wardrobe decisions been revealed like the following paragraph in Watchmen:
I feel so out of my element here.
Me telling you about comic books that matter is like Justin Bieber offering his take on rock and roll. I should probably stick to normal books and Justin should probably stick to bubble gum pop music. Sorry, that was a blatant shot on a 14-year-old boy. I’m awful.
But here I am, about to tell you four comic books that matter. Before I start, I’ll tell you that I did a little research on this one, as my first instinct was to simply list Batman, Superman, Spiderman, and….um, maybe Captain Universe?
Anyway, as I’ve repeatedly said since I started reading Watchmen, I’m pretty much an idiot when it comes to superhero knowledge. That said, here goes…