Hawkman: The reason why the complaints about the price go ignored here is pretty simple: this Hawkman strip is worth any price, because this Hawkman strip is, in one page, better than the entire run of Manhunter, Blue Beetle, Booster Gold, that Suicide Squad mini-series, Salvation Run, Gotham Underground, Countdown (plus spin-offs) and whatever that thing is they're doing that involves Superman standing around in a dress.
The future of digital comics isn't going to be purchasing pdfs of paper comics, and it isn't going to be made-for-web comics either. It's going to be when something like this--the second tier super-hero event comic--debuts onscreen where it can become the Choose Your Own Adventure digital epic that it was born to be. When the purchaser can sit back and select which of his favorite dead heroes will rise from the grave and kill his least favorite living hero. The art won't fucking matter--it already doesn't--and it will just be some slipshod digital painting anyway, the roads paved by some cheap-y Flash script that contains Clayton Crain-ish depictions of DC's library of characters. That way, the story will embrace what it already is: static language always culminating in a "...because that's the way I am" conclusion, usually at the bottom of the page, a bunch of thrown together battle sequences, and a moment where Hal Jordan turns and says "Hey, [your name here]. I hope I can count on you to activate the Delta Initiatives. We've got a live one." And then some guy will say "no, you've got a DEAD one, Rise My Lanterns" and then some other guy will raise his lantern and the original some guy will be all "no man i meant Rise My Lantern Corps" and he'll gesture off panel and then the second guy who didn't understand will turn around and, holy shit, it's that Starman who had the mullet, it's fucking Will Payton, and Will Payton is back, but he's heart-rip-out Will Payton and Whatchagonnado, whoyougonnacall, because the Ghost Busting makes you feel good, but here's the thing, Ernie Hudson is Really Old Now, and Bill Murray is Really Old Now, and Dan Aykroyd is one drink away from a horribly uncomfortable mug shot and Harold Ramis is so fat now, he'll never fit in that jumpsuit, and so no, we gotta count on Hal Jordan. And Hal Jordan can't even answer questions with words, like--he's so bad at talking that he has to use his ring to make cartoon answers to serious questions? If you were the Flash, and you're not, but if you were the Flash and you said "Shit, I don't really want to know the answer, but who died?" and then the guy didn't say anything, he just put on a laser show--that would be kind of weird right? Wouldn't you think that was kinda weird? Still. This comic opens with a dude licking Bruce Wayne's skull--like licking it so hard that purple shit is coming out of his mouth. You can't really argue with it too much. This isn't a concept that will actually fail to achieve its goals.