I wish I had a deep, meaningful reason for reading comics. Like…Carol Danvers helped me overcome my alcoholism, or Steve Rogers made it okay for me to wear a flag.
Batman made me realize my parents were dead, and that was okay. Or Sandman made it okay for me to be eighteen feet tall with Robert Smith hair. Mr Sinister made me accept my love of string-capes, and The Shadow made me okay with having a weird name because, jesus christ, at least my parents didn’t name me Lamont fucking Cranston.
But honestly, I just like punching. I love watching people punch eachother. I wish there was more punching in comics, and less a bloo blooing about feelings.
Man. Comics. What the hell.