Hi,
I'm Friday. I'm a pretty good sidekick with pretty good side flips. Maybe we can be friends? Maybe we can read comics? I can write you a story, we can make some allegories! I hope you like fun, it is way better than guns. Eat all your vegetables!
I look a lot like Robin if you close your eyes
52 Week 27 “Why me, Charlie? Eight billion people, why me?”“That’s the question, isn’t it?” ________________________________ I needed some reading material for jury duty and in light of the DCnU being billed as the new 52 (An arbitrary number reference in the hopes of receiving the same success 52 had while doing literally the opposite. 52 removed the big 5 from the spotlight and was a group effort toward a singular project, while the new 52 is trying to push them back in and is dispersing writers across 52 singular titles) I picked up my trades of 52 for rereading. Maybe it wasn’t the best idea. I forgot how watery-eyed some moments made me. We get a handful of vignettes for groups of characters throughout, and Charlie and Renee are done so well in parts. Every time I open a volume thinking I’m ready to see that friendship blossom and for Charlie to fade away I’m not. And yet it’s still one of my favorite “passing of the mantle” storylines. There are a few more pages I want to post, but this is the start of them, and in its own way the one that kills me most. Charlie is Renee’s best friend. He’s her only friend now and it’s not because the audience is told as much. They talk and act and exist as best friends. You want them to be best friends. You need them to, not because the fact that Renee lost her former partner on the force is hammered into the reader’s mind, but because their need for one another is so real. And then we’re hit with the page that a lot of us knew was coming—that I knew was coming—and it still sinks like a stone. I don’t know what it says about me, or how I must have looked in the waiting room—somber over my skin-tight suited space men and Batwomen, but story lines like these are my favorites.

52 Week 27

“Why me, Charlie? Eight billion people, why me?”
“That’s the question, isn’t it?”

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I needed some reading material for jury duty and in light of the DCnU being billed as the new 52 (An arbitrary number reference in the hopes of receiving the same success 52 had while doing literally the opposite. 52 removed the big 5 from the spotlight and was a group effort toward a singular project, while the new 52 is trying to push them back in and is dispersing writers across 52 singular titles) I picked up my trades of 52 for rereading.

Maybe it wasn’t the best idea. I forgot how watery-eyed some moments made me. We get a handful of vignettes for groups of characters throughout, and Charlie and Renee are done so well in parts. Every time I open a volume thinking I’m ready to see that friendship blossom and for Charlie to fade away I’m not. And yet it’s still one of my favorite “passing of the mantle” storylines. There are a few more pages I want to post, but this is the start of them, and in its own way the one that kills me most.

Charlie is Renee’s best friend. He’s her only friend now and it’s not because the audience is told as much. They talk and act and exist as best friends. You want them to be best friends. You need them to, not because the fact that Renee lost her former partner on the force is hammered into the reader’s mind, but because their need for one another is so real. And then we’re hit with the page that a lot of us knew was coming—that I knew was coming—and it still sinks like a stone.

I don’t know what it says about me, or how I must have looked in the waiting room—somber over my skin-tight suited space men and Batwomen, but story lines like these are my favorites.