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sputterAmen! I mean, come on… Marvel has the Falcon…DC has a guy with a hawk helmet. Marvel has Hawkeye…DC has a guy who looks like he just exited a gay parade version of Robin Hood. Marvel has Namor the Submariner, DC has a guy in orange tights riding dolphins.
DC is to comic books what the Episcopal Church USA is to Christianity.
OK, in the early 1970s Marvel was it. They had Barry Windsor-Smith, John Romita, Gil Kane, all these great guys writing interesting scripts that incorporated issues that had to do with the real world. Wasn’t it in SPIDER-MAN that comic books first started addressing drug abuse? (as opposed to underground comix glorifying dope-smoking and so on)
But in the late 70s or so Marvel started to lose it. And the Distinguished Competition, which distinguished itself in the late 60s and early 70s by debasing its flagship heroes to fighting robots and goofball space aliens, bounced back in the 80s with Allan Moore, Grant Morrison, and Neil Gaiman.
Nowadays, of course, both companies have their great titles and their dross. But for me–and it’s almost unthinkable that I would say this, since in my early teens I was an implacable Marvel loyalist–DC has that slightest bit of an edge. YMMV, of course.