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Nothing. Gaiman’s Caped Crusader story is clever, but I don’t think it was enough, because we were watching 44.6 last night about a shop in Taiwan that evolved beyond the easy copyright infringement on the mainland with amalgamated character goods featuring such fanciful transplants like a Hello Kitty head on ドラえもん’s body and a Batman’s on Superman (which reminded me of Grant Morrison’s Most Excellent Superbat and makes more sense, I suppose, than the dead guy who’d result from the other way around), and still dreamed of meeting the Man of Tomorrow instead. He was demonstrating his “heat breath” and burned my cheek, whereupon I reminded the big indestructible oaf—my impression of Frank Quitely’s depiction—to do like a thermostat and switch his setting to COOL for me. Another super-poweree showed up and played Snow Miser to his Heat, and their clash of oral jets created a localized weather disturbance. It began raining inside the building, the moisture forming off the surface of the ceilings themselves, and I knew it’d get worse, so I warned everyone in the office to flee. The doors were locked by the mounting meteorological pressure from outdoors, and I ran upstairs to an open skylight to access the roof and a sprawling metropolitan vista.

Tagged comics, Grant Morrison, 中國