Speaking of comicdom’s ugliest, one day I will write that Sherlock/Hellblazer crossover. Just as soon as I can figure out how it works without John (Constantine) driving Sherlock out of his goddamn mind. Or over-committing me to an epic monster of a story I’ll never have time to finish.
The problem is, while the Londons they live in could very well be the same London, the worlds they move through are diametrically opposed in nature.
“Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth.”
“You’re better off sticking with the impossible, mate. It’s got smaller teeth than the truth.”
It all has to start with some bad luck on hailing a cab…