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Clint's first suggestion was Batwoman. It was strategic. "Hey, Kate and Maggie. Two hot chicks making out, crime fighting super-heroine in a tight costume, what's not to like? Whole new arc just starting." He waved the new issue around alluringly.
Phil Coulson, who clearly made mad money because he spent about $100 a week on comics and dressed in bespoke suits that cost more than Clint's 1989 Datsun B12 did when it was new, wrinkled his nose. "There's more to comics than two women making out. Anyway I haven't been interested since Williams and Blackmore left. In fact I'm rather avoiding DC on the whole."
"Yeah, they screwed the pooch on that one." Clint put the issue into its sleeve, keeping one eye on Coulson because any guy who turned down hot lesbian action had to be a little bit gay. Just a little. Maybe.
Coulson looked at a new trade of the classic A Distant Soil, which was not a title that Clint would have pegged him for since it was more popular with the female demographics and Coulson's tastes ran towards Captain America and Wolverine. He added it to his 'buy' pile with a wistful smile before turning back to Clint, and Clint chucked another dime into the "possibly maybe might be a little bit gay HELL YEAH" bucket. Phil gave him a very serious look. "And, I would just prefer to give my money to businesses that are, on the whole, more supportive of alternative lifestyles."
Clint figured there was no leap like the present so took the shot, mixed metaphors be damned. "As a gay man, I appreciate that. I wish more of our customers had that attitude."
Phil startled. "Oh. You're?"
Clint aggressively checked the paper roll in the credit card machine. "Yeah. That a problem?"
Phil shook his head. "No! Of course not." But he wandered away pretty quickly, and Clint figured that "queer ally" did not translate to "hot for Clint" and smacked himself internally for getting his hopes up. He resorted to re-re-sorting a box of customer folders for no reason, until he felt the peculiar sensation of being watched. He glanced up and Phil quickly looked away, focusing on the open book in his hand…that was very clearly upside down.
Huh. Clint tapped his fingers on the edge of the box, wracking his brain for a recent title that Phil might not have heard of featuring a queer superhero. The situation warranted further testing.