Suicide Squad #7 Review

Writer: Tom Taylor / Artist: Daniel Sampere / DC Comics I do my best to not start every Suicide Squad review with “Damn, I love this book.” But damn, I love this book. Tom Taylor consistently delivers a comic that’s as entertaining as it is sincere. A lot of times, a comic is one or the other, but Suicide Squad has a healthy balance of both. I shouldn’t care this much about a group of mercenaries and killers whose heads can spontaneously combust at any given moment, but here I am. Issue #7 was no exception. It was a break from the main conflict as The Revolutionaries broke free from their captor, Ted Kord’s grasp and removed their implants. But now Ted Kord is hunting them down, so they’re not in the clear yet. Deadshot, who was under the impression that he’s received a full pardon, returns home to his family, particularly his daughter. He wants to throw the merc life away and make up for lost time. He’s got shaggy hair and a beard, and he’s got a cute little dog in tow as well. This is starting to sound familiar. *Coughs in John Wick* Of course, the good times were short lived as the hired guns sent by Ted Kord came to collect Deadshot by any means necessary. 

While the story was familiar, it still did a good job of reinforcing Deadshot’s prime motivation that fuels all of his decisions. We know he cares about his daughter. She’s all he ever talks about but seeing her in the flesh only provides a firmer foundation for why he cares about her as much as he does. On top…