10 Batshit Crazy Comic Panels We Couldn't Stop Laughing At

This one doesn't strike us as all that odd, to be honest. Because who hasn't had that recurring nightmare in which their father grows to gargantuan size and deals them a swift, hurts-so-good kind of spanking?

What? No? It's only us?

Anyway, moving right along: This Superman panel is completely fucked up and not at all like anything we've ever experienced. But despite what it may look like -- namely, that Jor-El has scarfed Alice's "EAT ME" cake and is spanking Supes with a hand bigger than he is -- this is not a nightmare. Nope, Superman is absolutely enjoying the hell out of that shit. Just look at his word bubble: "Punish me, Daddy! I deserve it." It would appear Big Blue has needs that Lois Lane ain't quite fulfilling, if you catch our drift.

Little did he know there was someone conveniently close by who could've enthusiastically helped him out with that ...

Batman seemingly prefers his women quiet, au naturale, and ... um, resistant. "Quiet or Papa spank!" Quiet. Or Papa spank. If there were such a thing as a loving God, this phrase would have found its way verbatim (and often) into the Nolan trilogy.

And just in case you're not yet convinced that Batman has a "thing" for corporal punishment:

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Yes, that appears to be Robin aka Dick Grayson he's giving a playful spanking to. But, hey, that was the 1940s and back then men probably gave their young crime-fighting assistants birthday spankings all the time, even when it wasn't their birthday. We certainly shouldn't assume anything weird about their relationship from that. Or, this ...

Here we see the multi-millionaire playboy Bruce Wayne, better known to those of us peeking into his universe through the window of omniscience as Batman, awaking from a restful slumber alongside Dick Grayson, his young ward who apparently also sleeps in his bed. The narration makes it clear that this is not the errant aftermath of a Friday-night Netflix binge, but rather how every single morning at Wayne Manor -- a sprawling estate with a number of bedrooms capable of singularly solving Gotham City's homeless problem -- begins.

But we're probably reading too much into it. When Bruce spends his days putting the Boy Wonder (emphasis on the "boy") in mortal danger, the least he can do is protect him from the boogeyman at night. He cares about him! He-

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All right, we could probably do this all day.

Here we join Spider-Man and Daredevil amid a pitched battle over who has the raddest new costume: Spidey's sweet-ass black-and-white ensemble, or Red's painstaking Kingpin cosplay. At least we hope it's a costume, because otherwise Matt Murdock has gone full-on Buffalo Bill and sewn his mortal enemy into a skinsuit.

While Spidey really should have been tipped off by the ridiculously over-the-top Scottish accent, his double-exclamation of "DAREDEVIL!!" would seem to indicate that he hadn't the slightest idea there was a Daredevil hiding under there. Which makes the whole scene that much more disconcerting, because it means he had every intention of ripping a dude's face clean off just now.

At the time of this writing, a pair of Nikes named after a popular NBA star will easily set one back a crisp pair of Benjamins (don't even bother with those wrinkly sons of bitches). So who in the ever-loving hell funded a pair of size 2600 LeBrons in width "goddamned nuclear T-Rex" to support Godzilla's new hobby of posting his sick handles on YouTube?

Still cheaper than periodically rebuilding New York and/or Tokyo, we suppose.

Remember how, during that one childhood summer road trip, your parents told your little brother he could pick out whichever one thing he wanted from the Hard Rock Cafe gift shop, and he chose a harmonica? Remember that infernal sound it made? How it resonated with your molars, traveled clear down your spine, then bounced right back up and kicked you straight in your ohfuckthis gland?

Namor the Sub-Mariner remembers that sound. Dear God in heaven, Namor the Sub-Mariner remembers that sound.

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TOOT!

At first glance, it appears that Robin may have taken Batman's order to construct a Bat Magnet way too literally. However, seeing as how Superman is cheering Robin on, it seems this modified magnetic crane is having precisely the desired effect. That seems like a lot of wasted effort; if Superman had wanted to make a spreadable jam out of everything below Batman's nipples, he could've just used his super-strength for that. Maybe a touch of heat vision.

Judging by Batman's face, he seems to be a bit of a sour apple about the fact that Robin has condensed him into a Bat-Pog. Perhaps Robin stole the covers one too many times last night.

Wait, on closer inspection, we see that Raphael's baseball cap is embroidered "TURTLE LAND." Maybe, in the Turtleverse, that's a tiny nation that borders smack up against Germany and Poland, whose citizens were far too green (and scaly, and shelled) to meet the Aryan ideal, and thus endured countless atrocities at the hands of the Nazis. Of course, we're probably just overanalyzing this. On second thought, everyone -- fictional or non, human or reptilian, ninja or not-ninja -- should get a turn to CHOK the fascist shit out of Hitler.