Grayson is a sexy book. It’s a really sexy book, and the creative team, (Tim Seeley and Tom King writing, and Mikel Janin on art) promised it would be, and they have delivered. The series so far has given us Bond-level sexual liasions, plenty of half-clothed secret agent beefcake, and even Midnighter, the DCU’s resident leather-daddy, swearing a longing vengeance against our flexible young hero.
What’s sort of brilliant is how the series itself functions as both an homage to the secret agent genre and a crucifixion of a lot of male power fantasies, how a character like Dick Grayson is made miserable by what many comics and media insistwould be any young guy’s dream come true. In a way, one of the story’s underlying themes is that of ‘men need feminism because-‘, why it is that a world of gun-toting power fantasies has been bad for men, and women, and comics as a medium, really. Not only that, it lays bare a lot of emotional honesty about the character, why he appeals en masse to male and female fans.
It’s almost like we subconsciously relate to characters that embody a moral sense of what we know to be right,or something.