Only one comic ever made me actually cry, and that was when Ampersand snuffed it in the last issue of Y: The Last Man. The rest of the time I remain comfortably bemused, but if anything else was ever gonna give me the misties, it was Deena Walker going off into the Caribbean sunset in Powers this month for no other reason than that she went batshit insane and killed a bunch of people but it all came out all right in the end. Powers remains sort of the gold standard of all the comics that I read - not that I actually like it the best or even think it is the best, just that it's the one that hip-checks any posers in my pull list clean out the door. Everything should be this singular, or be not worth my time. From day one, this thing has had a clear, intelligent, daring, artful, and personal voice. Powers will be the last man off the boat, when I'm done.

On the other hand, you've got the sheer bugfuck awfulness of Runaways vol. 3, and a train crash of the like I have not seen in lo these many years. Ramos is utterly abhorrent as an artist for this material, and Terry Moore does not appear to have one sweet fuck of a clue who he's writing - a bit of nice stuff for Karolina and Xavin in issue 2, but he can't write Molly or Klara to save his life, and his Niko mostly just acts like a pissed-off gym instructor. I love Runaways so fucking much, gave this abortion of a series 2 tries instead of abandoning ship at the end of vol. 3 issue 1 as every single neuron in my body was telling me to do. But there's no way home from here.

Which brings us round to Lady Bullseye, who debuted in - I think - probably the best Daredevil issue yet written by Brubaker. Strip-mining past characters is dodgy at the best of times but so far, the lady with the targets all over her damn self is interesting enough to be entertaining... but it's the storytelling itself that is the real winner here, every frigid sexy moment of it. Classy stuff, this.