Indigo Children #2

The Comicbook Dispatch

Indigo Children #2 introduces readers to another person with extraordinary abilities who remembers his previous life on Mars. Pursed by government conspiracies and paramilitary organizations, can all four Indigo Children help Earth escape the fate of its nearest planetary neighbor? I, for one, hope to avoid brainwashing or accidental death until this series concludes.

AIPT

Indigo Children #1 was the kind of indie comic a superhero fan dreams of. Gritty, realistic, and tightly plotted, Curt Pires, Rockwell White, and Alex Diotto introduced us to a believable world with a hefty mystery to unpack. Indigo Children #2 is out this week, and we get a glimpse at another super-powered kid who’s all grown up. (...) Indigo Children #2 is an exciting second issue introducing a new key player in the good guy category. Paired with clever visuals depicting their superpowers, this issue continues to feel cutting-edge and gritty.

ComicBook.com

Indigo Children's structure is baffling. After spending the oversized first issue speeding through a journalist's investigation into the mysterious children, its second issue is a vaporous, style-over-substance stretch introducing a second character. Despite that, readers come out knowing little about the character beyond that he's another of the Indigo Children and an architecture prodigy due to his gifts, adding up to little more than another block in the mystery box wrapped in a powerset. Now that these children are in open conflict with those that would control them, the series has begun to resemble Joshua Dysart's excellent reimagining of Valiant's Harbinger from about a decade ago. Except, Dysart filled his book with complicated young characters and steeped his story in a matching tone. By comparison, Indigo Children feels thin and sterile, with its minimalist artwork that often stumbles over its panel flow. Some pages want to slow down time with panels of glass shards falling to the floor, but because of the haphazard placement, they come off more as affectation than something purposeful. The whole thing feels hollow, a style in search of a purpose, and a mystery imploring readers to place unearned trust in the book as it unravels.