For my tenth anniversary post, I waffled back and forth on what I was going to post. The greatest Joker story ever told (not written by Chuck Dixon)? The two most depressing pages to ever be shown in a My Little Pony
comic? The pilot chapter of the gory-yet-intriguing manga known as Detective Conan
(AKA Case Closed
), one of my favorites to this day?
Eventually, I decided that old Oswald Chesterfield Cobblepot ought to get a little more of the limelight lately. But even here, there were choices aplenty. Would I post his debut story? His first team-up with the Joker? The time he disguised himself a nun? The magnificent three issues that chronicled his transformation from outright supervillain to shady racketeer?
I was going to go for that last one, but then I remembered that part of that story happened to be written by That Guy Whose Name Rhymes With Schmeter Schmavid. And without that part, the rest of the story doesn't have quite as much punch to it. So instead, we'll turn to a much shorter Penguin story that came out in 1987, smack-dab in the middle of the post-Miller era.
(This story was printed in Batman Annual
#11, alongside Alan Moore's much more famous Clayface III story. It was written by Max Allan Collins, drawn by Norm Breyfogle, and ran for fifteen pages.)( Expecting tons of grim-n-grittiness behind the cut? Neither am I! )