Panel-Cast: Poison Ivy and Conan

This time i got a little bit of everything for ya. Multiple issues of multiple comics featuring multiple men (but not THE Multiple Man), and even some women too. I got a Batman, 2 different versions of Harley Quinn, an alternate Ultimate Spider-Man who still gets laid, Alternate '97 X-Men with an Alternate Jean getting fucked full of baby, a mixed tag-team of Double-Daredevils, a mopey out-of-character Poison Ivy, and 2 adventures of the one and only Conan, DAMN. Conan in particular is awesome and full of babes. Poison Ivy is also full of babes, but in a more annoying way.

Poison Ivy, like Harley Quinn, is cool as fuck when she's written correctly but that almost never happens, especially when they're in close proximity to one another. This series started out strong with Ivy deciding on a whim to kill all humans, but by issues 23 and 24 has devolved into her scissoring in a swamp and dying, or something gay like that.

There's a particularly annoying subplot going on about a lesbo love triangle with some home-wrecking nobody she brought back from a wellness spa, which is awkwardly dropped and swept under the rug because the writers must have realized that writing realistic conflict in a human relationship isn't their strong suit, having clearly never been in one.

Meanwhile the main plot is now about The Floronic Man, who you may remember as a D-list plant-themed jackoff that Swamp Thing used to regularly beat up and flush down the toilet. Swamp Thing rules, but he's not in this comic, despite it taking place entirely in a swamp.

According to this bumbling-book The Floronic Man used to be Ivy's college professor, and she sucked his vine which of course makes her an innocent victim somehow, and totally helpless to resist his mossy manipulations. Because why should a super-powered criminal mastermind like Poison Ivy have any agency? She's just a poor helpless womens after all. Lame, Tumblr-core poop.

Meanwhile over here in a decent, honest, boy-book called Conan, Conan is doing what Conan does. Fighting skeletons, beating up sorcerers, making sweet fuck with tavern sluts, befriending a Lovecraftian Elephant-God, wrestling a bear, contemplating the Riddle of Steel, and getting drunk in a loincloth.

Yeah, 'nuff said.