Oh, Bruce. You say that to all your future meat shields… I mean, partners.
Ever since DC Comics (isn’t "DC Comics" "Detective Comics Comics"?) decided to initiate a poorly-planned mess of a reboot in 2011, creating the universe of the "New 52" (or Prime Earth), which combined the already existing DC universe with that of Vertigo and Wildstorm (only to largely dispose of those elements later), it hasn’t been easy to find solid, compelling DC titles that wouldn’t vary in quality from week to week. After all, they didn’t just restart the timeline, they skull fucked continuity with a diamond dick and blew their load through the back of its head. The Teen Titans’ history? Gone. Superman? He wears a t-shirt and jeans and then switches to battle armor, all the while romancing Wonder Woman (he’s no longer married and was in fact never romantically involved with Lois Lane). Also, he’s kind of a jerk now. Wally West who? Cassandra Cain who? Donny Troy who? Also, the Amazons rape men and throw out the male babies (sort of a reverse China). Amanda Waller is thin and attractive, somebody thought Cyborg would make a good Justice League member, Billy Batson is a little prick, the Justice Society lives in a parallel world again, Roy Harper wears a trucker hat, and nobody’s quite sure what happened and what didn’t happen in the past, which has been relegated to a six year time frame.
Party Pooper: