Troubled Son Page 7

1x17 • mixed media ink wash • dialogue and destruction in full swing

Fists fly, trucks flip, and Gwen’s done playing by kaiju rules.

This is the page where the superhero monologue becomes a stand-up set,
where every punchline is an actual punch,
and even the cat knows it’s time to duck and cover.

“That track’s been deep-fried and deleted, blooming onion.”
“I’m tired. I’m sore. I’m cramping.”
“Let me run the flat grief-wrap for the cops.”

And somewhere in the smoke:
"You want to tie me down? Forget it.”

Original art available now.