Undressing the Firestorm the Nuclear Man way...

In an almost continuing series, i.e. this is the second time I’ve done it since Starfire’s sex-education pants, here’s some comic scans that show bizarre and carefree sexual impropriety. In a nutshell, Firestorm is two guys in one body with a flaming head due to a…wait for it… nuclear accident (much as I like Firestorm, he was created in 1978, had people maybe kinda cottoned on to the fact that getting caught in nuclear explosions usually brought on such conditions as ‘scooping up your ass skin with bony hands’ rather than soaring through the sky bickering with the professor in your brain and altering molecules.) Anyway in this bit, Firestorm’s idea to turn the top of a building to lodestone to stop a women in a floating gun plane thing (!) has wiped the memory banks of Felicity Smoak’s software company. She’s understandably pissed off, and gives old stormy some grief and he promptly changes the molecules on her clothes into soap suds(!) with the maxim:

‘Serves you right for wearing polyester!’