James Gunn’s made a good start as DC’s new big cheese, but will all musclebound lunks and second-rate sidekicks get their own feature film? Who’s next, Condiment King?

Sometimes the truth really does feel stranger than fiction. Bring on the news this week that DC is planning a movie about Deathstroke and Bane, a duo so testosterone-fuelled it’s like someone let the two angriest blokes at your local gym start a metal band together.

And yet, times being what they are, we probably shouldn’t be all that baffled. For we live in a reality in which all kinds of super-critters and minor Z-grade comic book heroes have inexplicably achieved their own movies and TV series: it was not so long ago that Thor, a glorified Asgardian lumberjack who occasionally moonlights as a Norse god, was considered a relatively niche costumed titan, while it’s possible to count on the fingers of one hand the number of human beings who had heard of Rocket Raccoon prior to James Gunn’s 2014 Marvel film Guardians of the Galaxy.