Oh, holy Christ, stop with the teen angsty bullshit, please.

I remember
when Johns was leaving, I was the only one that stuck with the title all the
way through and didn’t think it took a dive in quality after Infinite Crisis.
McKeever was just off some great Marvel books and I was so excited. Since then,
he’s taken a gigantic shit on my cereal and replaced a fun book with some of
the worst comics  I’ve ever seen.

Between the fake drama between Cassie and Rose
and the underutilization of Jaime, I am so disappointed with this book. It
doesn’t help that Red Devil, who had a mildly interesting arc, is now coming
off as early 90’s douche with his backwards hat and hoodie. Seriously, give the
guy a copy of Bush’s Throwing Copper and he’s every asshat I went to High
School with. The fight to show how I’m really for the team, even though I
portray myself as a loner, was about as interesting and original as it was when
Slater did it on saved by the Bell.

This book is the very definition of wasted
talent. I love the art, and I know McKeever can do good work, Just, not here.