I think it’s easy to point to James Robinson’s Starman, or Mark Waid’s Flash as the runs that gave the modern era the idea of legacy, but…there’s Geoff Johns’ Stargirl, folks, not the idea of passing on a legacy, but the generational idea of it, which Johns nailed in a way no one else has. Jack Knight was Ted Knight’s son, sure, and Barry Allen was Wally West’s surrogate father, but Courtney Whitmore stumbled into becoming Stargirl, and had to contend with a legacy she had no clue about, forging her superhero identity out of whole cloth. When Johns realized it was definitively time to move on from DC, he circled back to the JSA, and began that journey with Courtney, and ends it with her. I could think of no better way to do it.
Long Live touches on the struggles of all the lost sidekick heroes, and…you can see how much more Johns had to explore, and that he intended to, then he reached the curveball, and realized his perfect ending was staring him in the face. By this point Johns was no longer the golden boy who helped steer the future of DC repeatedly. It didn’t really matter. Whether this project was envisioned as a farewell, doesn’t matter. In the final analysis, it’s yet another reminder that few writers ever loved DC’s mythos quite the way he does, and spent so much time and energy crafting love letters and looking for ways to expand it. After a quarter century, his legacy is undeniable.
Farewell. For now.