I remember reading a condensed summary years ago,
of a comic book character's (very long) arc one time online,
and it just dawned on me at that moment how ridiculous it was.
It was like, and I'm just loosely paraphrasing from memory here,
“But then he had a son with that woman, but she didn't know he was a clone of his son, then the mother of his other secret son, from a parallel dimension, broke the space time continuum, and sent that son back with the robot father from the fake one, back to before he knew he'd seen him the first time, so when he had a baby with her, but it was a girl because her mother had made a deal with the devil to wipe his memory in exchange for the son, who was actually his father, which is why he disappeared when the other-dimension him met him after the clone had started making robots... etc. etc.”

And it was at that moment I totally stopped caring about comic book superheroes.
The lack of boundaries is the death of art.