So what would happen if a low-rent prostitute suddenly acquired superpowers and, instead of using them to right wrongs and save souls, used them to boost her income? And what would happen when the local, incredibly upright, clean, square-jawed and stupid superheroes discovered what she was doing? And which out of this lot actually does show grace under fire?
Yes, Garth Ennis is attacking superheroes again, only this time he’s being openly satirical. The Pro just wants a nice sit down and not to be bilked by scumbag Johns. The superheroes want to pretend that all really is for the best in this best of all possible worlds. And the Pro’s child just wants his bottle. And within a few short pages we see the true shallowness of the upright superheroes, that what really concerns them is themselves, and that actually a tart’s heart does count for more than shiny spandex.