Subtle.
Riddler drops some hints, Batman might need a splint, and we see the death of print in this thirty-eighth canto in DC’s weekly Batman epic. The past few issues have been a really bumpy ride, with some unaddressed avenues in the storyline and some truly disgustingly terrible art. We saw how bastardized Bane could get, spent more time with that loser Jason Bard then I’d care to, and were thrown into the temple of Selina Kyle, who doesn’t jump rooftops anymore, preferring to stand around being boring, barking orders to gangland cronies. So, will this issue bring us back to the nanomachine virus, Jim Gordon’s situation, and the rise of Harper Row as Bluebird? Well… uh… no. But we do get the glaringly obvious references that should help us decipher the dastardly figure behind all this chaos! Because I totally hadn’t figured it out a long time ago, right? Well, at least we get The Riddler. The art’s not bad, either. Most of the time.
