Super Page #5

That's him.

Yeah, Frank!

Yeah, get him, Frank!

F***ing cocksucker!

Ow, my arm!

Frank, it's just like

when you got shot!

Oh, my God,

my face!

No, no, stop!

No! Stop! No, please!

Boltie, no!

- Stop, stop, stop.

We did it!

We did it!

We totally

f***ing beat evil!

You're not supposed to kill him!

Oh, and then he'd never

key a car again, would he?

A brand-new f***ing Jetta,

Frank.

Melissa loved that car.

Don't say that.

What, Frank?

- Don't!

Stop saying...

He really keyed your friend's car?

Yeah.

Yeah, pretty sure it was him.

Frank!

What?

I didn't know

I wasn't supposed to kill him.

I mean, I'm just learning.

You have to teach me these things.

How am I supposed to tell crime to shut up

if I have to shut up?

Look, I know!

But I'm just trying to help!

That's what it's all about for me,

being a kid sidekick,

helping people.

That's helping people?

And he was evil!

He was so f***ing evil!

And you won't believe me,

Frank!

Frank, what does this mean?

Does this mean that I'm fired?

Yes.

Who are you gonna get to be Boltie?

I don't need a Boltie.

God, you're so shallow,

Frank.

I need gas.

This is lame.

Frank, I'm in my underwear.

Frank, this isn't cool.

My grandmother or a corpse?

Right, who would you rather f***?

Like, if somebody

pointed a gun to your head

and you had to choose?

Who would do that?

That's not the point.

See, like,

I'd do my grandma

'cause at least she got a working p*ssy.

You want smokes?

That's the guy.

Frank?

Come on, man!

What you doing?

Yeah, 911?

Get off!

F*** you, Frank.

What is going on?

Run!

He's got a gun!

That's what you get

for f***ing with

The Crimson Bolt and Boltie,

you stupid cocksucker!

And now your legs are gone.

Watch out.

Come on.

Oh, you too.

It's called internal bleeding,

f***er!

And then you die!

Get in!

You tell everyone you know

that any time some stupid f***ing bastard

wants to commit some gay-ass crime,

that Crimson Bolt and Boltie

are gonna be there

to crush their little f***ing evil heads in!

The Boltmobile

is kind of f***ed up.

I hope they didn't see the license plate.

Hey, Frank.

What?

I saved your life.

I could have handled it.

Yeah, of course.

You're f***ing awesome, Frank.

Hey, you want to be my sidekick,

no cussing.

Right.

No, I agree.

Does that mean I'm not fired anymore?

We need to get Jock,

but we need better weapons.

I could get claws like Wolverine.

Yeah.

And then I could cut open people's faces.

Yeah, but only people

that had actually broken the law.

Oh, come on, that Jerry thing

was a one-time thing.

I mean,

I wasn't thinking.

It was a complete mistake.

My head just ran away

with my mind,

and I lost control,

and there I was

with that rodeo statue,

and it wasn't my fault.

Okay.

All right.

Okay.

I just got so bored behind that dumpster.

Maybe you just need to be bored sometimes.

Yeah, but you don't see them

getting bored in comic books.

That's what happens in between the panels.

In between the panels.

Is that where we are right now?

We could do anything here.

Frank?

What?

Do you want to make out?

What?

With me.

Libby...

I am married.

That is a sacred bond.

And you,

you are my kid sidekick.

Yeah...

Yeah, I know.

I just thought we could celebrate.

So bake a cake.

Public opinion has turned of late

in regard to the costumed man

known as The Crimson Bolt.

At least five of

The Crimson Bolt's assault victims

had felony arrest records,

ranging from soliciting drugs

to child molestation to homicide.

Was the law enforcement

community rash

in naming The Crimson Bolt

a menace?

The guy in the mask

was definitely defending himself.

Thank God The Crimson Bolt showed up.

God, the man just attacked me.

He was gonna rape me.

We're talking about

a severely disturbed individual

running around the city wearing a mask

and assaulting people.

Bad people.

Helping The Crimson Bolt is his new partner,

a young woman

known only as Boltie.

Police are still offering

a reward for the capture...

Oh, my God, it's me!

It's me!

Of the two would-be crime fighters.

I always knew that I would be

on TV some day, Frank.

I just had a feeling.

Watch this.

Where did you learn

to make a projectile thingy?

Jesus, what are these things?

I don't know if I'm doing it right,

but if I am... bombs.

Hey, Frank.

Frank, are you awake?

Why are you wearing your costume?

Can we go fight some crime?

I'm sleeping.

Please?

No.

Hey, Frank.

Do I look good in my costume?

Yeah.

I need to sleep, Libby.

Come on.

What is going on?

What are you...

what is that supposed to be?

That's weird.

Frank.

Look, I know

you can't make out with me.

But can The Crimson Bolt

make out with Boltie?

What?

The Crimson Bolt's not

married to Sarah; Frank is.

Right?

No, Libby.

Oh, come on.

Stop it, Libby.

Oh, Frank, ever since you've been here,

I can't do it

with any other guys.

No.

And when was the last time

you did anything?

Come on, just this once, Frank.

No.

I know you like how I look in my costume.

I can tell.

Don't be a f***ing liar, Frank.

Oh, my God, Frank.

Just look,

just for a second.

No.

Frank, come on.

It's all gushy.

Libby, what are you...

You're...

- What are you doing?

No, put this on.

Stop it.

Get off of me!

Put this on forjust a second.

No.

Just for a second, Frank.

No!

- Just for a second.

No!

What are you doing?

No.

Inside!

Oh, no.

Oh, oh, yeah.

Let me see your mask.

I love the way you look

in your mask.

I'm gonna come!

We need to go get Sarah.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I was sleepwalking.

I had no idea.

And-

It doesn't matter.

We need to go.

You said we weren't ready.

We'll never be ready.

That's the whole point.

Nobody's ever ready

for anything.

You eitherjust do it,

or you don't.

And up until now,

I've only been not doing it.

But what if they kill you?

That's their business.

Who are those guys?

Maybe we picked

the wrong night to do this.

Do you think?

- Mr. Range.

So good to see you, sir.

I'd like to place

a couple of my men out here.

Oh, we've got plenty of guys

posted out here.

A few more.

Oh, oh, this vest thing is heavy.

Let me rest.

No, come on.

Right this way, sir.

This is, you know,

the living room.

Hey, can I get you

anything at all,

anything to drink

or something to eat, a smoke?

No, thank you.

Show him.

Oh, yeah, that's money.

And who are these young ladies, Jac-quez?

Oh, well, you know me,

Mr. Range, always one

for facilitating friendships.

I just thought

you might like some company

while your boys

did their work.

And what is your name, sweetheart?

Oh, that's just Sarah.

She's, you know...

Sarah.

Very pretty girl.

Maybe you want to go upstairs

and have a little party

with Mr. Range.

No.

Sorry.

Excuse me.

Jacques, baby, this guy

is really bothering me.

Oh, no, Sarah, honey,

it's okay.

Mr. Range is a-

he's a nice guy.

He just wants to, you know,

show you something.

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