One of the few successes from the second wave of DCs new 52 is sort of an example of what more mainstream comics should be doing. Here's the formula - you take a talented non-comics writer - you give them a character that may seem dated, ridiculous our somehow nonsensical (yes, this could apply to every superhero) and tell them to go to town, In its heyday - that's what made the Vertigo comics line, under the flagship of Neil Gaiman's Sandman, so good. But DC seems determined to bury Vertigo, and Dial H remains in the regular superhero universe (with all its limitations). The story is about a dial that each time it's used dials a new hero that the dialer transforms into. The new and constant flow of weirdo heroes is funny - and there's also the conspiracy closing in on the dial holders - it's all so much fun. Look, if you can find it, pick up Dial H #6 and see if you don't think that story - of dialing a racially "insensitive" hero - doesn't deserve an Eisner Award.