Gail Simone’s short story for the Time Warp #1 anthology. I’m not a huge fan of Simone’s ongoing work but I have to say, her short stories are wonderful. Thank you for this one.
Art by Gael Bertrand, published by Vertigo.
I was very proud of this story, with amazing art by Gael Bertrand. My first Vertigo piece!
That was beautiful.
AWESOME!
I love a good paradox. This is a fucking brilliant paradox.
::bows in the general direction of Gail Simone::
My hat is off to you, madame.
Catbug.
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“We did attempt bat wings, since they are
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