There was an issue with nothing but Deathstroke on the cover. Not even a title. Or a background.

I

pretty much

wet myself.

BUT NO, I had no money ‘cause I’m one careless motherfucker. 

Ugh.

I would’ve given anything for that.

YOU HEAR ME, COMIC STORE PEOPLE?

An organ?

A limb?

My best friend’s virginity?

My soul?

NAME YOUR PRICE. 

Just not my eyeballs ‘cause I need those to read that sexy comic with.