This is one of my favourite origin stories in comics. It actually makes me tear up. Even though Dex Starr is a Red Lantern, who are usually portrayed as villains, I actually sympathise and empathise with him. This just makes me feel sad, but it’s that kind of sadness in a story that makes you feel like it’s a great story.
A few years ago after we took in a lost cat whom I named Dexter
Mom: Did you know there is a tv show about a serial killer called Dexter?
Mom: …Is that what you named the cat after?
Me: Pfft. No.
Me: *thinks about what she did name him after*
I named him after a rage filled napalm blood spewing cat from the Green Lantern comics. That’s much better, right?
In my defense, I named him Dexter, not Dex-Starr, so I gave him the name he had when he was still a happy normal kitty.
Because they had similar backgrounds. Dex-Starr was an abandoned cat who got adopted by a nice lady. We found Dexter in our neighbor’s yard all skin and bones and crying from being hungry. He’d been lost, but we never could find the owners, so we took him in. And fortunately, everything has been swell since so he’s had no reason to go all vengeance rage cat on anybody.