Mister Miracleis incredible.

I feel like I don’t say it enough, even though I’ve said it a billion times. Or once, really loudly, after praising the same creative team for a different book and generally fawning over the writer’s work. But I’m serious here: this book is staggeringly good.

Over the course of the first six issues, we stay laser focused on Scott Free, the titular escape artist, as he and his wife, Big Barda, pursue a war against Apokalips on behalf of New Genesis and their leader, Highfather, the newly ascended Orion. The beauty of the book, besides Mitch Gerads’ next-level art, is the way domesticity is hammered into the absurd superhero action: one issue has Barda and Scott trying to figure out how to use a weird New Genesis shower after killing thousands of Parademons, while another has the New Gods trying to divine Darkseid’s influence on their situation over a veggie platter from Costco.

The most recent issue was a 20-page long conversation about Barda’s hopes for their condo remodel as the two fought their way into Highfather’s chambers to rebel against the death sentence he placed on Scott. A conversation, I might add, that is IMMEDIATELY recognizable to anyone who has lived with a romantic partner for any extended period of time. This conversation ended with the surprise revalation that Barda was pregnant.