
Firestorm was DC Comics' answer to Spider-Man. If Peter Parker had the mind of a middle-aged physics professor talking in his head... and the power to change the molecular structure of anything... and if his hair was on fire. Hey, it's the DC Universe. They just make 'em tougher. But the Nuclear Man is like a Marvel hero in that 1) he lives in a real city (the bad news is, it's Pittsburgh) and 2) he has a ton of personal problems (girl trouble, parent trouble, college trouble, he lives in Pittsburgh). And you know what? Firestorm was probably the first solo book I really got into.
The Annual is the climax to a storyline that, had it been written only 5 years later would have had some cool arc title, like Nuclear Wars or something. Basically, you've got a number of characters with nuclear-type powers and they're gunning for Firestorm. To quickly recap: You've got this Luthor wannabe called Hewitt who hires Multiplex (he's fission to Firestorm's fusion), finances Enforcer (a nuclear-powered suit of armor), creates Firehawk (nuclear fire) and finally turns himself into the human reactor, Tokamak! And at the end of the previous regular issue of Firestorm, he used his magnetic rings to crush Firestorm down to subatomic size.
But because of Firestorm's unique powers, he wasn't killed. Me? I'm a sucker for any story in which the Atom is sitting on an electron, getting a subatomic tan. So when Firestorm strips the electrons off an atom to cause a chain reaction that will give him enough energy to bounce back into full size. Well, that is just killer stuff from writer Gerry Conway.





Nuclear explosions... In the Marvel Universe, they give you powers. In the DC Universe, they just look cool.

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