i was CONVINCED that they either didn’t have sex or that we would get something at least. what’s next, them going traveling for half of 2b and not showing us any of it?
also why not showing alec the cat eyes in privat? that was supposed to be an intimate moment wasn’t it? why waste it like that? he could’ve still showed them to max but i wanted alec to see them first when he could’ve given SOME sort of reaction like kissing him/complimenting him
Tonight was one of the nights May had prefect patrol. It was far from the first time, but it was the first time she would be doing it with a friend. It had been a little while since she’d spoken with PJ, but that was mostly her own fault. She’d spent so much time with work and the way her other friends lives were falling apart, she hadn’t given him the attention he deserved. Luckily, the scheduling tonight had worked in her favor.
Braiding her hair to keep it out of her face, May waited by the doors of the Great Hall where she was supposed to meet up with PJ. It was closer to the ground floor, and they would start in the dungeons and work their way up.
Sugar & Spike, private eyes! Written by Keith Giffen, art by Bilquis Evely, colors by
Keith Giffen: The basic hook is, what happened when they grew
up? I’ve had this in the back of my mind for years. I wanted to play
with Sugar and Spike as older kids. What are they doing now? […] They’re the private
detectives that would be called on by superheroes, to handle the stuff
that superheroes are kind of embarrassed about.
And once we had the detective thing in place, it was a labor of love.
Nrama: I think it’s also a love letter to anyone who enjoys whacky stories from DC’s past.
Giffen: Yeah, just the idea that Wonder Woman’s carrying around
this memory of, “Oh my God, I almost married an alien,” which is
something that happened in the comics - just imagine that she’s go this
thing in her past.
And now the alien is threatening to go on, like, the Maury Povich show and say he did marry her. She doesn’t want to have to deal with it. She’s got other things on her mind.
So Sugar and Spike are a resource she can use and go, “Yeah, just make this go away.”
And when we went to look for the stories that the characters, as detectives, would take on, we found that we had quite a few.
So choosing those stories was pretty easy. There were really so many.
For awhile there, DC used to have every cover be some weird variation -
the Flash with a big, futuristic head; Green Lantern fighting giant gila
monsters (which is probably my all-time favorite Green Lantern story)…
DC had an almost childish wonder about these stories. I don’t think
anybody was thinking about continuity or does this work in terms of the
character. If it could make the story work, you did it. And if it was
kind of goofy, you just fit it in.
Nrama: And to be clear, even though they’re grown up now, they’re just friends.
Giffen: Yes, yes. As I wrote Sugar & Spike, the
characters… they embedded. I suddenly understood who Sugar and Spike
were. And one of the things I swore to myself is, they’ll never be an
item. It’s not a story about a romance between these characters or a
budding romance between these characters.
It’s a guy and a girl. They’ve been friends from childhood. There’s
nothing wrong with friends. I have plenty of friends that I don’t have a
relationship with. And that’s what I tried to get across with these
A private eye is only as good as the favors he has coming to him. That’s why I stopped by the DMV.
“Hey, Marty. I need to call in that favor you owe me. Need you to run
these plates, find out who the cars are registered to. Think they’re
mafia, so it’s not gonna be easy for you, and yeah, if you get caught by
your boss you’ll get canned as fast as a tuna in Japan, but you owe me
one.“ “Frank, that favor you did for me was far, far easier. You helped me shovel my driveway. And my driveway is tiny. Can’t even fit a smart car in it, let alone one that didn’t go to college.”
“So what? A favor’s a favor. Also, when you get the information, I need
you to help me break into the car owners’ homes, and gather more intel.
You’re gonna need a gun, so buy one illegally. We might need to rough
up some kids.” “What? No! Frank you HELPED ME SHOVEL MY DRIVEWAY!” “Don’t forget after I shoveled, I opened the door for you to get back inside.” “So the fuck what? You opened a door for me so I have to illegally buy a gun to help you trespass and beat up children?” “Marty, you wanna be a guy who doesn’t honor his favors?” “Jeez, this is crazy, Frank! I need a cigarette.” “Here, let me light that for you.” “Thanks.” “You’re welcome, but now you owe me another favor. You gotta help me kill God.” “FRANK!”