Y’all know how it is. You meet a fictional character and it's like, wow. You laugh at their jokes, cry when they’re hurt, grin like an idiot when they succeed at literally anything, and cringe when they mess up because you know they can do better.
Eventually, you grow impatient with any scene in which they don’t appear. "Now see here, book (or show)," you say to the page (or screen) before you. "This simply won’t do. You’re going to have to give me more of my favourite, or there’ll be hell to pay."
If you’re lucky, your chosen character has a history going back ten years or more, so the page (or screen) is quick to oblige. You can wallow in them.
I’m currently smitten with Kate Bishop (light of my heart; breath in my lungs). And I’m pretty durned lucky.
I first met Kate in the pages of Matt Fraction and David Aja’s HAWKEYE, which we talked about last week. All around Marvel lackwit that I was at the time, I’d never heard of her. She was Hawkeye, the comic told me. Not the male one you know from the movies (or any one of the core Avengers comics). The other one.
"Hmm," I said. "Tell me more."
The comic did, and I drank it down quick as Marvel Unlimited would let me.