COVERGIRL: The Supergirl covers are not boring, per se. They always serve to hint at the narrative inside, but so far, they’ve failed to excite me on their own merit. The most enticing item on this cover is the text (which you can't see here): “They took their best shot … now it’s Kara’s turn!”
INSIDE STORY: Mighty Supergirl suffers mightily because evil Simon Tycho has strapped her down next to a hunk of Kryptonite. One of Tycho’s minions rebels, breaking her free. Another minion shoots him dead, but the brief time away from the Kryptonite proves long enough for Supergirl to regain her strength. WHAMM WHOOOOOSH and she’s escaping … but wait.
Simon holds up the red crystal I thought was Kryptonite. It’s a “sunstone” and Supergirl assumes her dad put it in the pod to send her a final message.
Properly using her previously confusing new skillset, Kara blasts a hole in the spaceship, wrests the now-damaged sunstone from Tycho’s hands, and zips away.
The ship half-explodes and Tycho half-explodes. His minions meld what bits are left of their scheming boss with his superfighter machine The Brain. And a super villain is born!
RAMBLE: I was so excited to witness the birth of a super villain, I laughed out loud at the last page.
Comic Book Dad bred in me, his eldest, an appreciation for villainy. A great villain — Voldemort, the Wicked Witch of the East, Darth Vader, Cruella DeVille, a cackling cotillion of vile stepmothers — can make a movie/book/comic strip.
I cheer (inwardly so no one throws popcorn) when a great villain delivers a line of evil comic genius, thrill as she schemes, and delight in the melodramatic last moments when he dies/is hauled off to the slammer/falls to a messy, unseen death on the sidewalk/rocks/water below.
I’ve appreciated my comic book malefactors so far. Batgirl’s The Mirror rocked the classic villain look with his black hooded cape, while Batwoman’s Llorona offered a sea-scented, maternal twist on the bad. But actually getting to witness Simon Tycho’s transition from a human scoundrel into a super villain … I crowed with delight.
(Sidenote: Crowed with delight? Weird turn of phrase. Crows cackle and, to my ear, sound like nags, not celebrants.)