#i need that panel of smiling jason at the front door as an icon like immediately!!
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Ayo wfa fast pass spoilers
but I'm about to start crying they really dropped everything to make sure Alfred wouldn't be alone on Thanksgiving and the first person Dick called was Jason I'm emotional-
#batman: wayne family adventures#wfa spoilers#fast pass spoilers#i need that panel of smiling jason at the front door as an icon like immediately!!#cainschatter
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Batman Rebirth Part 9
EXT: POWER TOWER - NIGHT - CONTINUOUS
BATMAN plunges ten floors. BATMAN lifts HIS arms, the wings
SNAP out.
The WINGS catch the air - EXPANDING, BATMAN glides down.
BARBARA'S still at the broken window - staring down, watching
BATMAN glide away... HER coat SWAYING in the wind.
BARBARA:
Why now Bruce?!
BARBARA turns away - SMACKING the wall - frustrated, into the
corridor.
INT: POWER TOWER: CORRIDOR - NIGHT - MOMENTS LATER
A FORENSIC TEAM'S is SCOURING the CORRIDOR - scanning the
walls, taking photos. DRONES BUZZING around taking photos.
JENNIFER NASHTON - BARBARA'S young, trendy PROTEGE weaves
through the crowd.
JENNIFER stops next to BARBARA - leans forward, out the
broken window - WATCHING BATMAN glide away, BEHIND a
building.
JENNIFER:
So he's back?
BARBARA reaches into an pocket - PULLING out an pack of
cigarettes. LIGHTS one, BREATHING it in.
BARBARA
Yes... I need to know why.
JENNIFER turns back, seeing the cigarette.
JENNIFER:
You know that's going to kill you?
BARBARA turns to leave...
BARBARA walks away, through the FORENSIC team. Not turning
around.
BARBARA
I want every sighting, every
rumour, reported directly to me!
INT: BATCAVE: PLATFORM LEVEL
The Bat-jet ROARS into shot - VTOL JETS BLASTING, the jet
lowers down onto the tracks. It's canopy SLIDING back, the
ladder folding out from the fuselage.
INT: BATJET - COCKPIT
BATMAN'S sat in the cockpit - reaches round to the back of
the helmet, pressing in an panel.
The eye-lights flicker and die, the helmet CLANKS apart...
... TERRY pulls it off - HE'S battered and bruised, small
cuts and scrapes over HIS face.
HE places HIS head in HIS arms, attempting to come to terms
with what just happened... HE's now Batman, the iconic hero.
TERRY
(Taking a deep breath)
What just happened to my life?
TERRY stays like this for a beat, contemplating...
INT: BATCAVE: PLATFORM LEVEL
BARBARA:
(O.S)
BRUCE!
TERRY looks up - towards the concourse level - the source of
the NOISE, TAKEN ABACK.
TERRY:
What the...?
BARBARA:
(O.S)
WHY NOW?!
TERRY clambers out of the jet - SLOWLY making HIS way across
to the escalator...
TERRY CAUTIOUSLY makes HIS way up, into...
INT: BATCAVE: MAIN CONCOURSE - MOMENTS LATER
An BLAZING argument...
BRUCE, with HIS back to BARBARA. HE's staring into the
cabinet with the smashed, battered ROBIN suit. The pristine
Batgirl suit hanging next to it.
BARBARA:
Well?!
BRUCE turns to respond...
BARBARA
You know what... Just tell me, who
is out there in that suit?!
TERRY slips into the room, behind BARBARA.
BRUCE:
You know that I'm not going to do
that... Barbara, this city is
falling apart, every year more
people die. The Mafia get richer...
TERRY steps into the shadows - keeping out of sight, sneaking
round, towards the exit...
BRUCE:
Tell me, how much have I given GCPD
to try and fight this?
INT: BATCAVE: MAIN CONCOURSE - CONTINUOUS
TERRY watches on, hidden, ASTOUNDED, at seeing the Police
Commissioner in a shouting match with BRUCE.
BARBARA:
That is not the point. You are not
the law!
BRUCE
You made that perfectly clear
twenty years ago... But you are,
and you have failed this city.
BARBARA
How is one man going to save the
city?!
BRUCE
That's what you never understood...
INT: BATCAVE: MAIN CONCOURSE - CONTINUOUS
TERRY steps forward, out of the shadows, revealing HIMSELF...
TERRY:
(Interrupting)
It's not about one man, its a
symbol. Something to be feared...
or to inspire hope.
BARBARA turns, DUMBSTRUCK at seeing TERRY. SHE slowly takes
it all in...
BARBARA:
Is this who you have out there?! A
kid who's just lost his father?
He's barely older than I was...
BRUCE:
He has more invested in this than
you ever did.
BARBARA:
Why?... because he lost his father
before becoming an vigilante?
Pause...
BARBARA:
Unlike me?!
BRUCE winces, looking down in shame.
BRUCE:
That's not what I meant...
INT: BATCAVE: MAIN CONCOURSE - MOMENTS LATER
BARBARA glances back to Terry. HER hand reaches for the cuffs
on her belt...
BARBARA
I should arrest him for torture...
...TERRY's hand reaches down to the utility belt, HE looks
over to BRUCE for confirmation...
BRUCE looks up, THREATENING but CALM...
BRUCE
Barbara, if you do that, Gotham
will know how Jim closed all those
cases... They will reopen them...
BARBARA turns - facing BRUCE, daring HIM to finish that
sentence...
BRUCE
Just imagine the impact that would
do to his legacy...
BARBARA slaps Bruce. TERRY watches on ASTOUNDED...
BARBARA:
How dare you threaten me? After
everything we went through?
BRUCE stands there, gathering his thoughts. HE shakes his
head, this conversation is over, HE's had enough.
BRUCE turns away, walking back towards the desk.
BRUCE
Sasha, see her out.
INT: BATCAVE: MAIN CONCOURSE
SASHA appears out of the shadows, SHE GRIPS BARBARA'S wrist -
SQUEEZING HARD. Manhandling HER towards the exit.
BARBARA FURIOUSLY SHAKES her off, STOPS, turning to BRUCE -
wanting the last word...
BARBARA:
Bruce, so help me if he ends up
like Jason.
BARBARA STORMS out.
INT: BATCAVE: MAIN CONCOURSE - MOMENTS LATER
TERRY turns, wanting to speak to BRUCE.
BRUCE is now at the display cabinets, staring deeply into
them... This is the first time that we have seen them in
great detail - The Robin suit has clearly been repeatedly
smashed with an crowbar...
TERRY:
Erm... Who's Jason?
BRUCE'S eyes settle on the long revolver on the floor of the
display case, under the Robin suit.
BRUCE:
Terry, not now...
SASHA:
He needs to know Bruce...
TERRY:
Someone tell me what's going on?
BRUCE closes HIS eyes, placing HIS head against the glass...
BRUCE:
Barbara, she blames me for what
happened...
TERRY sits at the desk, leans forward - watching BRUCE. BRUCE
does not turn - staring deep into the case.
FLASHBACK TO:
MONTAGE:
EXT: PAST GOTHAM - GORDON'S HOUSE - NIGHT
It's a modern day, quiet, well kept suburban street, rows
upon rows of the same houses. Gotham dockyards visible in the
distance.
BRUCE:
(V.O)
They didn't want her, they wanted
Jim...
A beaten up saloon car SPUTTERS into the street, coasting to
a stop outside the house in the middle of the street.
The doors of the car swing open. A group of MEN step out -
they look average - non descript.
One final MAN steps out, dressed for an holiday - Fedora,
hawaiian shirt, shorts...
EXT: PAST GOTHAM - GORDON'S HOUSE - NIGHT
THEY walk up the drive of the house, past the post box. It
reads 'Gordon'.
TERRY:
(V.O)
Who?
The MAN in the hawaiian shirt reaches out and RINGS the
doorbell.
INT: GORDON'S HOUSE -HALLWAY - NIGHT.
Imagine the perfect family home, family pictures on the wall.
The doorbell RINGS out.
A younger, 25ish, BARBARA GORDON steps into the hallway.
SHE'S in PJ's, ready for bed.
BARBARA reaches out and opens the front door...
SASHA:
(V.O)
Joker...
EXT: GORDON'S HOUSE - DOORWAY - NIGHT.
The JOKER is standing in the doorway, he's the MAN in the
hawaiian shirt - shocking white face, bright red lips,
emerald green hair carefully slicked back. It's the clown
prince of crime that we know and love...
JOKER cracks a massive smile..
...Fires his long-barreled revolver...
...BARBARA's knocked back from the gunshot,
BRUCE:
(V.O)
He crippled her...
INT: GORDON'S HOUSE - DOORWAY - NIGHT.
SHE falls back, SMASHING onto the the floor...
INT: GORDON'S HOUSE - LOUNGE
Fairly standard lounge, family photos scattered about.
JIM stands, turning towards the GUNSHOT...
... A RIFLE BUTT SMASHES into JIM's face, knocking HIM down.
EXT: GORDON'S HOUSE - DOORWAY - NIGHT.
SASHA:
(V.O)
.... Taking her father...
BARBARA watches as JIM'S pulled away. TEARS in HER eyes.
EXT: GOTHAM - AMUSEMENT MILE - NIGHT
It's an abandoned theme park. We're in the Main Street
section of the park - where the shops and restaurants were
located. Now trashed, graffitied - derelict.
BRUCE:
(V.O)
Jason was my partner in all this...
my friend...
A red sports-motorbike ROARS to up the derelict street. It
skids to a halt, dust FLARING up...
BRUCE:
(V.O)
I told Jason not to engage, to wait
for backup...
ROBIN (JASON) climbs off the bike. Sliding HIS green helmet
on the handlebars.
BRUCE
(V.O)
To wait for me, he was impulsive,
wanted to prove himself...
ROBIN's suit is very lightweight, more stab proof than
bulletproof, red torso, black underlayer. Black cape
BILLOWING in the wind.
ROBIN looks around, reaching for his staff...
SASHA:
(V.O)
Springing the trap.
EXT: AMUSEMENT MILE - NIGHT - MOMENTS LATER
On every building, GOONS appear on the rooftops -All wearing
CLOWN masks...
...The GOONs point assault rifles, light machine guns, rocket
launchers straight down at ROBIN...
... ROBIN slowly raises his hands into the air...
INT: AMUSEMENT MILE - THEATRE
The theatre is trashed - completely destroyed, chairs pulled
up, paint peeling from the walls.
ROBIN's chained to a chair, in the middle of the theatre.
Chained up next to him is Commissioner Jim Gordon. BOTH are
heavily BRUISED, BATTERED, BLOODY...
...JOKER stalks between them, CROWBAR in hand...
BRUCE:
(V.O)
When I found them... they had been
beaten... over and over...
JOKER stops in front of ROBIN, JOKER lines up the crowbar -
as if he's lining up a golf shot, closing one eye...
BRUCE
(V.O)
Jason was gone by the time that I'd
got there...
JOKER swings the crowbar straight towards ROBINS face.
EXT: AMUSEMENT MILE - PIER- LATER
The pier is rotting, almost falling into the water.
JIM's chained to a crane - hands first, dangling out over the
river.HE's STRUGGLING, trying to get free...
BRUCE
(V.O)
He waited for me...
JOKER's at the base of the crane, casually leaning against
it, playing with a knife...
JOKER turns, see's BATMAN standing at the end of the pier.
BATMAN's suit is not as advanced as the one TERRY is using -
a dark grey one-piece - some elements of an exoskeleton
visible, dark blue cowl and cape.
BRUCE:
(V.O)
... Wanted me to see...
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Can I request a Trimberly fic here? If it needs to be Christmas themed you can message me! If not, I've had a couple of random ideas I like! I like the idea that when Trini gets super happy she speaks in Spanish really fast and doesn't even notice so Kim just smiles and pretends she understands. I also like the headcanon that Trini has ADHD/dyslexia and Kimberly helps her with it and is super helpful and understanding. I also like the idea that Trini draws and Kim finds her cute lil drawings.
I went with the last one, but I’ve got the others in my ideas bank for later!
Read “Winter Doodles” on Ao3.
The rain had picked up at the end of October, and after a Putty attack on Halloween, the Rangers were hoping for a quiet November indoors. Zordon had told them that he didn’t expect any other major Putty spikes or invasions in the near future, and had cut their training time down to three times a week instead of every day. Thus, all of the Rangers were pumped for some down time. Zack had officially put in a request to take his GED, so he could stay home with his mom. He’d found a job at the local hardware store, and was making okay money. Jason and Billy had some sort of robotics project going in the Cranston Cave that they were keeping mum about. And Kim and Trini had finally been able to go on a proper date. Kim was looking forward to more of that, she just had to figure out what they should do next.
She was zoning out during homeroom, puzzling over this, when she noticed Trini doodling in her notebook. She smiled, watching her girlfriend draw a tiny chibi comic of the building a snowman.
Trini noticed her staring, and smiled when Kim turned away. “It’s okay,” she said. “I doodle when I’m bored.”
“Is it always of us?”
“Sometimes it’s the five of us. Sometimes it’s Carmilla fan art.”
“Oh god…you need a twelve step program.”
“You’re not allowed to judge until you watch it! Trust me, you’ll be hooked too.” She tore the small comic out from her notebook and paperclipped it to Kim’s binder.*
“I’m saying, objectively, Backstreet Boys were the better boy band.”
Zack scoffed as he and Kim walked back to their lockers the next Monday morning. “NSYNC was iconic!”
“I’m not disagreeing with you. I’m saying, in terms of singing ability and musical design -”
“How dare you? ‘I Need Love’ was a boy band masterpiece.”
“Okay, besides the fact that you’re wrong, even if it was a masterpiece…that’s one. Backstreet had dozens.”
Billy came around the corner at that moment, joining their walk to the seniors’ hallway. “Hey guys! What’s up? What were you talking about? Because I could feel Zack being offended all the way at home.”
“It’s our age-old debate, young Cranston,” Zack joked.
“Oh no. The boy band thing again?” Billy groaned.
“You could settle it for us, Billy,” Kim said with a winning smile.
“No way. I learned my lesson after the In & Out versus Whataburger fight,” Billy said, causing the other two to laugh. “Hey Kim, there’s something on you locker.”
“Wait,” Zack said, putting a gentle hand on Kim’s shoulder. “Let us look first.”
Kim melted a little at his protectiveness, despite a spike of apprehension. After Trini had told them about literally ripping Kim’s locker door off its hinges, they’d taken to screening Kim’s locker for graffiti. But her anxiety dropped when Billy smiled.
“It’s okay - it’s from Trini,” he said, handing the paper to her.
Kim took it and grinned. It was a short three-panel comic, showing the two of them engaged in a snowball fight. Kim tucked it into the front plastic of her English binder, and followed the boys to class. *
For the next few days, it was the same. Kim would get to her locker before class, and there would be a small doodle waiting for her. By Thursday, people had begun putting Post-It notes up with requests, including, to the groups’ amusement, one request for Kim & Trini “joining” the Power Rangers. Thus, when Friday rolled around, Kim was in good spirits, and looking forward to that day’s comic strip.
But it wasn’t there.
“Aw…don’t pout,” Zack said, seeing her face.
“I’m not pouting,” Kim pouted.
“Maybe she’s sick,” Billy suggested.
“No. I’d be able to feel it if she was sick. She gets offended at the notion that bacteria could take her out of commission for even a day,” Kim explained, opening her locker. She gasped when she saw what was inside.
There was fake snow and a few tiny trees on the top shelf, surrounding a little origami bear. Kim took it and gently pulled at the tab that said, “Open here.” Inside, there was a comic strip that was longer than the others. It was still the two of them, in chibi form, but it showed them dancing in the midst of other characters (she spotted the boys - Zack doing the “sprinkler”) all in formal dress. The last panel read, “Will you go to the Winter Formal with me?”
“Ahem.”
Kim turned to find Trini standing behind her, smiling. The boys were a little ways off, high fiving. “Yes,” Kim said, leaning in to give her girlfriend a kiss. “As long as I still get my comics.”
Trini laughed. “Always, princess.”
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Coffee to Go! A Ural with a La Marzocco espresso machine
Sydney is at the epicenter of the ‘third wave’ coffee movement in Australia—you can’t throw a single origin coffee bean without hitting a barista or a discerning customer. Combine that with the city’s thriving motorcycle scene, and it was only a matter of time before we got this: a Ural sidecar rigged up as a mobile cafe.
It isn’t the first time we’ve seen a mobile barista workstation: Portland-based See See Motorcycles built one two years back. But we don’t see this as derivative—we’re seeing it as a start of a new genre of custom bike build: the ‘catering sidecar hack.’
We’re hoping it’s a trend that takes off, because ordering an espresso from the back of a motorcycle is guaranteed to raise a smile.
This ‘cafe racer’ (get it?) is the work of Jason Leppa and Sean Taylor at Gasoline Motor Co. They built it for The Alternative Dairy Co., as a vehicle to promote its new range of plant-based dairy alternatives. Gasoline nailed the brief too—getting the point across without descending into gaudy territory.
Unlike when building a flat tracker or scrambler, there’s no blueprint for shoving a mobile coffee setup into a Russian-made sidecar.
The boxer-powered Ural itself didn’t need any real upgrading, so Gasoline focused on the sidecar. With help from metal fabricators and regular collaborators Chunk Design, they took it from a person-carrier to a portable barista workstation.
Gasoline had to cram in not only a decently-sized espresso machine, but also a fridge, coffee grinder, milk jug rinser, dry storage space and a waste disposal system too. Plumbing and power were factors too, making this a considerable undertaking.
With so many moving parts having to fit together like Tetris blocks, some CAD work was done first to help plan it out.
Starting at the back, you’ll find a gorgeous La Marzocco coffee machine, mounted on a structure that places it on top of the sidecar, rather than in it. (That also puts it at a comfortable height for a barista to work with). The structure itself is a modified section from a racecar roll cage—with rubber mounts so that the machine doesn’t rattle to pieces out on the road.
Alongside, on the Ural’s luggage rack, sits a coffee grinder (also rubber mounted). And on the left, the team has fabricated a steel workbench, placed neatly on top of the sidecar’s fender.
The sidecar’s midsection now houses a 15-liter chest fridge with a clear lid. It’s a gas fridge, powered by a 12V compressor that’s housed in the rear, with a small vent built into the body to expel heat. Up front, the guys cut a door out of the sidecar bodywork, and modified that area to act as a storage trunk.
There are hidden mods necessary for the whole setup to function. Stashed in (and under) the sidecar are two 45-liter aluminum water tanks, rigged up to a pump and a filter, with a water level warning system. Gasoline had to rewire the machine to supply power to all the electrical parts, and then build ‘plug points’ into the sidecar panels.
Urals are built tough, so the chassis was up to the task of carrying around a mobile cafe. But Gasoline still added a custom shock from Icon Australia to cope with the extra load. This rig is not only designed to make good coffee, but also to ride from event to event—albeit cautiously.
“We have had it up to 80 kph with no drama,” says Jason. “But I don’t think the client will take it past that speed when full of coffee beans!”
Once you get to your destination, all you need to do is unpack it the rig and plug it in. It’s now got everything you need to make a cracking cuppa—including its own supply of beans, sugar, cups, spoons, animal-free milk products, and even an umbrella.
It’s finished in a classy navy paint job, with subtle pin striping and branding that’s actually quite tasteful. This is one motorcycle we’d love to order from, rather than ride.
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