I really wish DC would get writers (and artists for that matter) like Cooke to work on their flagship books, as opposed to say, Grant Morrison, who, after reading Burroughs, just apes his shit anyways, for his comic "metafiction", which sucks anyhow. 
 Great stuff ... moody, atmospheric with hints of noir. I forgot how much I enjoy the Slam Bradley character until reading Selina's big score.