Y'know that feeling where, after binging an entire series on your streaming service of choice, you drag your feet when the series finale is within earshot? And some people won't even watch the last episode. To do so would be to admit that the thing they've invested in -- emotionally, mentally, sometimes physically if they put off enough sleep -- is finally over, and there won't be any more of it ever again.

That's what I've done with Midnighter.

This review is a week late, and I apologize for that. I've had this last issue on my desk for a week, with ACO's cocksure badass presiding over a cascade of unconscious bad guys looking up at me, asking if I think he's done.

Shit, we TALKED to Steve Orlando about this. We talked to him about the series wrapping up, and how this isn't the end for this amazing character. Orlando left the door wide open for a return to Midnighter, admitting how much he loved that crazy, leather-clad fight machine.

And yet, a week later, I cracked it open, enjoyed the hell out of it, and now I'm left with not quite closure, but not quite despair either.

The issue picks up with the Unified going berserk at the behest of Henry Bendix and his machinations to get to this point. Apollo and Midnighter are working with Helena Bertinelli & Spyral, and the Suicide Squad. It's mass chaos, and shit's about to get SERIOUS.

And yet, even when Apollo begins laying into the Unified with seismic blows, and Multiplex sets his sights on roughing up Midnighter, there's a scene that brings out the humanity that's always been the backbone of this series: