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spider-jaysart · 1 year

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Bruce and Clark bringing both baby Damian and Jon to a JL meeting for the first time:

The Justice League members: Talking to eachother about something important

Clark and Bruce: Walk into the place

The Justice League Members: Stop their conversation and turn around to see who it was that came in, seeing that it's just Clark and Bruce carrying their two new babies in a baby carrier on their chest

Also the Justice League members: Quickly light up in excitement and joy as they all immediately go to greet the two heroes adorable babies for the first time

Diana, happily: Are these your new babies?

Clark, with a smile on his face: Yep! This is Jon!

Bruce: This is Damian

Dinah: So that's who Damian and Jon are. Hello, cuties! (happily waves at the little two as they both giggle and try to wave back to her in response)

Hawkgirl: Cutie pies!

Diana: Ohhh and just look at their cute little cheeks (goes to lightly pinch their cheeks)

Baby!Damian: slaps her hand away

Diana: Awww and he's a little fighter too! How adorable!

Dinah: Maybe they can have playdates with our son Conner sometime

Clark: Sure! That sounds like it could be fun for them

Hal: They're both little cuties! They look just like you guys!

Clark, playfully ruffling Jon's hair: Thanks! He really does, doesn't he?

Bruce: Damian may be cute but... he can also be very feral

Barry, getting a closer look at Damian: Aww but he doesn't seem so scary to be around, he's adorable!

Baby!Damian: Some how jumps out of his baby carrier and jumps at Hal's face

Hal, falling back: Ahhhhhhh! Help! I'm being attacked by an angry baby!!!!

Barry, immediately while Bruce just has a blank expression: I'll save you, Hal!

Oliver, to baby Jon: Awww, do you want to see me be cool and shoot some arrows? Oh, yes, I bet you do!

Baby!Jon: Happily giggling and clapping his hands in response

Arthur: Oooor maybe he would perfer to see me do some really cool tricks with my triton instead

Oliver: No, he obviously wants to see me be cool, which is something you definitely aren't, Aquaman

Arthur, offended: You take your cruel word's back!

Oliver, glaring at Arthur:..... No

Bruce, annoyed: Shouldn't you all be focusing on more important things? Like League work?

Diana, playing patty cake with Jon: Oh, c'mon, Bruce. We're just trying to get to know the little two

Bruce, grabbing Damian off of Hal's face since Barry failed to do it himself: And you already did, so it's time to get back to work

Baby!Damian: Begins to cry

Bruce, pinching his nose due to being able to smell Damian's diaper: Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go change Damian's diaper and when I get back, I want to see you all getting busy with your work

The League members watching Bruce as he walks away: .....

Also the League once Bruce is gone: Immediately go straight to interacting with Clark and Baby!Jon again

Later, after changing Damian's diaper:

Bruce, comes back with a clean diaper hanging on his head that Damian threw at him as he sees the League still cooing over Baby!Jon: Ahem!

The League: Turns to look at him

Hal, as if he and the rest of the group are being interrupted: What?

Bruce, annoyed, as he throws the wasted diaper off of his head: Can we get back to focusing on our work already? We have important things to do

Soon, Bruce and Clark put both baby Damian and Jon in their baby gate so that they can play with eachother while they work

Baby!Jon, as Bruce and Clark go to have their League meeting at the nearby table: Tries to grab a toy from Damian's side

Baby!Damian: Hits Jon's hand to say no, sadding the little half Kryptonian after he does

Meanwhile, with Clark and Bruce:

Clark, after Bruce hit his hand: Hey! Rude!

Bruce: That's my pen and whenever I let someone around here use my pen, they never give it back to me, so don't even think about touching it

Clark: Okay, jeez, Grumpy

Baby!Damian, after standing up: Does a literal flip that he learned from Talia to get out of the baby gate

Also Baby!Damian as he's walking away from his baby gate: Quickly waves over at Baby!Jon to follow him

Baby!Jon: Tries to his best to jump outside of the baby gate a couple of times but fails and begins to float in the air instead to escape with his best friend

Damian and Jon both then runaway together to go have some fun in the League base

Meanwhile:

Diana, with shopping bags on her arms as she's holding two fluffy teddy bears in her hands: Hey, can I give these to Damian and Jon? I just bought them

Clark, confused: Wait- huh? You just went out shopping in the middle of the meeting? How did I not see you leave-

Diana, cutting him off: Can I give this to them, yes or no?

Bruce: Only after it's passed inspection

Diana: What?

Bruce, grabbing the teddy bear that's meant for Damian as Clark simply takes the one that's meant for Jon: You never know what crazy villains may be disguised as some Toy shop keeper and could be selling you things that you don't even know are secretly dangerous

Diana: .... They're just teddybears

Bruce, about to cut open the teddy bear to make sure it's safe: Not to me, until I know that for sure

Diana, seeing this: Hey! I paid for those!

Clark: (Quickly grabs the teddy bear away from Bruce, earning a glare from him) Uh, hey, you don't have to do that, Bruce. You could just put it through the X-ray scanner here and see it, you know?

Bruce, still glaring at him: Right, cause you just know everything, don't you?

Clark, as him Bruce both walk past Damian and Jon's baby gate to go scan both bears (to calm Bruce's paranoia): (Gasp!) Bruce! The babies! They're gone!!! We have to go find them!

Bruce: (Drops Damian's teddy bear) We need to go search for them! Now! (Runs to go look for them with Clark following him from behind)

Back to Damian and Jon in the weapons room:

Baby!Damian: Happily playing with one of Diana's old swords

Baby!Jon: Giggling while throwing one of Oliver's extra arrows at the wall

They soon see a hole being created in one of the walls there

It is soon revealed to be the Joker who's breaking into the room through the walls as he's covered in armor and has some Kryptonite tucked away in his belt as well. He was planning to steal some of the Leagues weapons and use it against them

The Joker, bending down to Damian and Jon's very small height to get a better look at them: Ooooh, and who are these two little beans just sitting around?

Baby!Jon: Begins to cry after seeing the Joker's terrifying face very close in front of him

Baby!Damian: Gets mad that his best friend is crying and stands up in front of Jon, glaring at Joker

The Joker, amused by his young bravery: Oh, what are you going to do? Fight me?

Baby!Damian: Angrily pulls his nose

The Joker, in pain: Ahhhh!

The Joker, as he angrily grabs Baby!Damian and glares at him: Why youuu little-

Baby!Jon, in defense, Lasers the Joker's shoes, burning his feet with hot heat (but not enough to lit them on fire or laser them off)

The Joker: (Drops Baby!Damian and immediately grabs his feet in pain as he begins to hop around the room) Arrrggggh!!!

Baby!Jon catches Baby!Damian and helps him stand up

They both each grab a weapon from the room

Baby!Damian grabs one of Diana's old swords and swings it at the Joker, making him quickly move back

Baby!Jon, with one of Diana's old shields, throws it at the Joker's direction, knocking him down to the ground

The Joker then tries standing up, about to pull out the Kryptonite from his belt

Baby!Damian: Turns on a switch on one of the rockets that Cyborg created, making it quickly turn on and and fly in Joker's direction, knocking him out

They both then throw a random net on top of him and happily high five eachother and crawl out of the room through one of the vents there

Back to Bruce and Clark and the rest of the League who are looking for Damian and Jon:

Superman, using his x-ray vision everwhere: I can't see them anywhere!

Bruce: Keep looking!

Clark: Wait! I can hear something!

Bruce and the rest of the League listen with him in silence

Bruce, taking out a Batarang: In the vents! (Throws it at the vent, slicing it open as Damian falls out of it and falls safely into his arms giggling)

Clark then lasers through the vent, letting Baby!Jon also fall safely into his arms with a smile on his face as he joyfully claps his hands

The League members quickly surround them both, happy that Damian and Jon are okay

Hal, behind them: Hey guy's, you won't believe this! But... The Joker is knocked out in the weapons room!

Minutes later:

Diana: How did he get knocked out when no one was around to fight him?

Barry: What an idiot, he must've gotten himself knocked out while walking around in this room

Oliver: What do we do with him now?

Bruce, with a smile as he hugs baby!Damian who's in his arms, as Clark is also hugging Baby!Jon: We send him back to Arkham, but the most important thing here though is that these two are safe

Jon and Damian both happily giggle at the warm hugs from their Father's and soon fall asleep in their arms after the fun day they had together as the young Supersons

(I just wanted to do something silly and cute :) )

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dcau-incorrect-quotes · 4 months

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Batman: Look. I know that from the outside it seems like i have everything togther.

Hawkgirl: No, not really.

#source: modern family #justice league #dc comics #dcau #justice league unlimited #jlu #dc #incorrect quotes #incorrect dc quotes #incorrect dc comics #batman #bruce wayne #hawkgirl #shayera hol

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cyb-by-lang · 7 days

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The Once and Future Thing

Summary: So, remember how the first Justice League Unlimited season finale was a time travel adventure where Wonder Woman, Green Lantern, and Batman ended up chasing some goober named David (or Chronos) around as he mangled the timeline with his crappy decisions? All the way back to the Old West, and to a version of Batman Beyond's future Gotham.

Here, Kei got dragged along.

Notes: So having a multi-hour obsession take hold is an interesting time. Here, take the product of my brain deciding to momentarily jump tracks.

Kei had been prepared for a lot of potential ways the future could twist in circles when the timestream was being actively manipulated by some opportunistic creep with an inferiority complex. Like, there was a level of petty, thoughtless bullshit that was only really possible for the most banal sort of everyday evil. The kind of guy who went time traveling around and dropped dinosaurs in cowboy land because he got mugged in the past…well, he fit the bill. Heading through time portals to chase after a guy like that wasn’t just heroism—it was basic self-preservation.

Chronos couldn’t be trusted with ultimate cosmic power. She wouldn’t have given the man a goddamn hamster and expected to see it alive a week later.

This was surreal enough that all semblance of thought just fell out of her head.

When the Future Justice League (obviously minus…most of them) arrived, squaring off with the cybernetically enhanced Jokerz gang members, she’d sort of expected them. Future Batman? Sure, it’d been long enough that the all-black suit with the red icon and flight bits was in circulation. Old Man Static? Okay, Kei had never met the guy personally, but it was cool to meet another electrokinetic after the Ultimen fiasco. And War Hawk! Neat that it confirmed the Hawkgirl-and-Green-Lantern relationship worked out in some fashion.

But the deceptively normal person that strode out of the darkness and made fully half of the super-Jokerz team back the fuck up? A shadow wearing a white ANBU mask.

The crown of spikes was familiar. It was a rendition of something Kei had mocked up once, depicting Isobu’s face in all its spooky glory. Glimmers around the material pointed to some kind of future-tech modification, which stretched down the jaw and neck and into the rest of the dark suit. Kei saw the vaguest suggestions of her favorite sword, the belt of materials and scrolls she often carried, and a hood that made the mask stand out that much more, like a bloody promise.

Every one of the gang enforcers who backed up, Kei noted, carried at least one obvious cybernetic enhancement. And the hyena hybrid just fucking cowered.

“And here I thought the lesson I taught you might finally stick,” said a voice with a playful lilt and a Japanese accent, even years and years on.

“Shit—”

“Oh fuck, it’s her—”

“What is she doing here?!”

“I don’t know—”

The figure cracked her knuckles. Isobu’s chakra flared hot and hateful in a way it hadn’t been for years, centered squarely on the new arrival and creeping outward in a clear threat display. “Class is back in session.”

09090

“Surprised to see me?”

“A little. I’m more surprised that I lived so long.”

Batman’s meeting with his older self was overshadowed solely because Kei didn’t really…get that far. Instead, a pair of worn but familiarly-scarred hands landed on her shoulders and dragged her away from that potential minefield. She’d only meant to ask if anybody else had made it this long, after hearing half the League had been shot out of space along with the Watchtower.

Not all heroes coordinated there, after all. It could be a mercy. Kei at least meant to ask about the other Bats, though she knew the answer would probably be “You don’t wanna know.”

Instead, Kei sat on a dilapidated future high school desk while her captor explained, “—Now watching someone retcon cybernetic enhancement into reality in real time was annoying, but we’ve worked through that!”

Kei stared, lost for words.

“Who is…?” she heard Wonder Woman begin, only to stop short as the older woman turned around, popped off her mask, and grinned.

Kei…wouldn’t say she’d aged badly. Her face more lines, and time had turned her hair super streaky with gray and white, and she’d picked up some more strange scars, but her spine was unbent and she didn’t look anywhere near Old-Batman’s age. Which made sense, since he’d started this whole drama as already in middle age, where Kei had been a teenager, like Static.

Was still a teenager.

God, time travel fucking sucked.

“Diana-san,” said Kei’s future self. “Nice to see you’ve cheated death and aging. You look good.”

“Genbu, it’s good to see you survived amid the chaos,” said Wonder Woman, and extended a hand. As Old-Kei clasped forearms with her, her tense shoulders relaxed a little. “And that you’ve made a reputation for yourself here after all.”

“Oh, it wasn’t so hard once I put my mind to it,�� said… Okay, maybe she could be Genbu. It wasn’t like Kei had ever thought that one through, and now the other Kei had finders-keepers privileges by a lot. “I found it takes a few demonstrations to really make a lesson stick.”

“Why doesn’t that hyena guy have arms?” Kei burst out.

“Because Woof thought he didn’t need to check for tripwires,” Genbu said, shrugging as she let go of Wonder Woman’s arm. She smiled again, all innocence. “I’ll get him next time.”

Your future self has taken a proactive approach to some problems.

And weirdly, Kei thought with an edge of panic, I don’t want to know how she got there.

Kei had always suspected that her particular skillset made an excellent fit for a guerilla campaign. And here was a version of herself who made good on that potential. The fact that she’d lasted this long was simultaneously depressing and encouraging. On one hand, everyone must have died if she was still here to get old and cause trouble in a warped timeline. On the other, she’d survived. Her and Isobu, by the feel of things.

What a fate.

“—Because we’ve already won! Think about it. If old Bruce is here, that means he already lived through this as Batman.” Oh, Static was talking again. “Not to mention Genbu’s mini-me. And yes, I do recognize those scars.”

“Flawless logic,” Old Bruce bit out. “Except that I have no memory of ever going to the future or of meeting my older self, or of anything else that’s happening today.”

“Those historical buildings we saw on the street—” Realization struck Batman square in the middle of the sentence. “The timeline’s been polluted.”

“So polluted that history itself is becoming fluid.”

“I could have told you that,” Genbu said, rolling her eyes. She flicked a hand out idly, and a kunai flew out of her bracer and into her palm in the same manner as New Batman’s batarangs. “But it’s like people stop listening when you get old.”

“‘Oh, it’s that Chronos dipshit again’ doesn't convey anything helpful until the disaster already hits,” said New Batman. Or Terry. Kei didn’t know if she was allowed to call him that. “You can barely pull off ‘creepy and kooky aunt.’ Quit while you’re ahead.”

“And who are you calling old? You’re barely two years older than me,” said Static, more amused than offended.

“And that’s two years you’ll never get back.” Genbu snorted. “Terry-kun, if Woof wanted to keep his arms, he should have kept them to himself. The same goes for Ghoul,” Genbu replied, unashamed. She started cleaning under her nails with the point of the kunai. “Teaching the new generation is what I do best, you see.”

Kei winced, though no one here seemed offended by Genbu’s flat refusal to dial down the violence. There weren’t any rules in this kind of war. And, unfortunately, it looked like the timeline turning into a pretzel guaranteed that there were no soft choices. Chronos had already stolen them all, and for what?

For nothing. What a selfish little bastard. The end awaiting him was almost too kind.

“So, about the Dee Dees…?” Kei asked, while the others argued for a little while. She’d noticed a pair of Raggedy Ann twins earlier among the gang members, but it had seemed a little gauche to go “wait, I retconned you out of existence by accident already” in the middle of a fight.

“Chronos’s fuckups ruined the timeline for everyone. Something, something, we’re all dead in a few hours if we don’t fix it.” Genbu had turned away from Wonder Woman and the others while they tried laying out missing bits of timeline, keeping her attention on Kei. Like some kindly old auntie who happened to carry her own weight in bombs instead of cookies. “But to answer your specific question: I think he pulled them out of some other branch and gave them duplication powers. Mostly, I’m too busy killing their copies to ask. Though I do hold out hope that, one day, they’ll realize multiplying by zero still makes zero.”

She looked entirely too proud of that.

It’s not like Kakashi’s here to make those bad jokes land. Which was a depressing thought, too. “And the Joker…?”

Genbu rubbed the back of her neck, where her high collar met her hairline, and tapped a fingertip where a microchip might have gone on Tim Drake at some point. “Irrelevant. Like most things.”

Because either the timeline held strong with Kei’s interventions and that plot hadn’t gone through, or it had and it didn’t fucking matter because Chronos’s bullshit killed all involved parties but two. Since Bruce and Terry were around. Unmaking the space-time continuum beat out a washed up comedian/serial killer any day. No amount of orbital death lasers really compared.

“Though I will say it has been interesting, hunting them down like rats.” Genbu’s expression was too placid to be trusted. Her eyes flashed red-gold, mirroring Isobu’s for just a moment. “I think they had…nine thousand members? Organized into two hundred cells or so at their peak and desperately in need of culling.”

“I…guess that’s one way choose a hobby?” Kei mumbled, trying to edge away from her older self without making it obvious. She could have just used Body Flicker, but any shinobi who lived to fifty-something in fighting shape could and would pounce like a leopard on speed.

“It keeps me active,” Genbu agreed cheerily, and let her go.

That was…one way to put it.

09090

“So, Tiny Turtle.” New Batman somehow drifted into her orbit, while both other Batmen worked on programming a solution for Chronos’s shit decisions. “Does being a seer count as a preexisting condition? Asking for a friend.”

“For…the ban on talking about your own future?” Kei made a face at the nickname, but said, “I think you’re good.”

“If Bruce doesn’t know what’s going to happen, I’ve been assuming you—or your older half—already do. So, is it true?”

“I think that if Chronos wins, this whole thing is pointless anyway.” Kei shifted from foot to foot, trying not to think about the absolutely overclocked fūinjutsu options her future self handed off like they meant nothing. She could probably vaporize one of those cyberpunk Gotham monoliths by using four of them well enough. “So, the mission is to get the thingy to his time-belt. And if we’re lucky, history snaps back into place.”

New Batman took a moment to consider that option. “And if it doesn’t, we would never know.”

“On account of all being incredibly, retroactively dead, yeah.” Kei let out a long, quiet sigh. “If I’m anything like Genbu—and I hope I am—then I know we’re both up for trying to save the world. No matter the cost.”

“Seems steep. There’s nothing for us without winning.” He rolled one shoulder. Maybe the cyber-suit wasn’t holding up as well against the time-cheated weaponry as he needed. “Chronos has been trying to kill us for forty years, one way or another. Guess it’s not really news at this point.”

“Yeah. Still sorry this is ending up on you.” Kei flexed her hand. The sense-memory of almost getting her hands on that whiny little fucker still bothered her. Sure, making sure one of the Wild West heroes didn’t get eaten by a dinosaur was important, but… “I should have killed him when I had the chance.”

There was a slight pause. “I thought—I guessed you threw out the hero rulebook when we lost the League. But the person I call Genbu and the person you are have always been like this, haven’t they? Haven’t you, I mean.” New Batman shook his head. “Time travel’s a pain.”

“Ha. You said it.”

#keisuke gekko #exorcising and exercising demons #isobu #bruce wayne #diana of themyscira #justice league #crossover #catch your breath fanfic #john stewart #virgil hawkins #terry mcginnis #rex stewart #snippet #snippets

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zahri-melitor · 1 month

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What are your hopes and fears about the upcoming DCU?

Hmmmm. This is one of those things where I'm still waiting to get a bit more direction about the next upcoming universe-wide event.

My hopes?

Well, I'd like to see DC find space in the roster for at least one (1) Aqua character to be appearing regularly in a continuing title, even if they don't spin up a new Aquaman title. It's frankly embarrassing that the only things the characters have been seen in is limited run team books, B-stories in anthologies, crossovers, and movie tie-in singles for almost two years, particularly when they just had a movie.

I want a continuation for Hawkgirl, thank you.

I want to see a main-universe Justice League book back (I don't count vs Godzilla vs Kong). It doesn't HAVE to be a JLA; it could be a JLD or a JLI (or even a JLQ though JLQ is mostly a stupid joke they haul out for Pride), I just think the current Titans run is underwhelming as the premier team book.

I want to see a teen or young-adult roster team book, to use literally any of the dozens of underused characters right now in the 14-21 bracket. I would also prefer it not to be a Lost Children book (though the likelihood of that seems to be going down, given apparently Johns is going exclusive elsewhere once the current JSA run finishes up). I also would like for the team leader on the book NOT to be a Robin.

I would really like to see Action Comics return to an A,B,C story layout that's focused on Superfam broadly, and I would like to see Detective Comics join it once Ram V's run is finished for the Batfam, if Brave and the Bold is going to continue avoiding actually using BatFAM characters. Both families support multiple titles but also at least a dozen prominent characters readers want to see each. Use that space to tell stories with them.

Blue Beetle brings Dani Garrett back and has her meet Victoria Kord and they hate each other.

Someone spins up a team that consists of Renee Montoya returning as the Question, Kate Spencer, Cameron Chase and Sasha Bordeaux. After creating the perfect Rucka-bait he comes back and writes me a maxi-series of all of these characters having adventures together, with Director Bones growling at them as Waller is currently too evil and them all largely ignoring him to thump heads together. If they really can't tempt Rucka, give it to Marc Andreyko. (I am aware this is a pipedream, but join me!)

My fears?

Harley Quinn stays on Birds of Prey

This upcoming Waller event is even more character-destroying nonsense that fails to recognise her complexity (oh I know, I'm already braced)

Tim continues to not be anchored onto at least one of the Bat books as a supporting character

Tom King stays on Wonder Woman for an extended run

Someone decides we need another Joker event

Anyone tries to push the reset button too hard in the upcoming event. Currently they've got most characters pretty stable and a lot of pre-boot revival characterisation happening. I really don't want extra multiversal shenanigans right now.

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indieyuugure · 5 days

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Ever thought of a making a fan comic of TMNT 2012 x Justice League crossover? Kinda want to see the interaction between the Turtles and the JL members besides Batman. Like Mikey (Michaelangelo) and Flash bonding over Pizza. Donatello and Cyborg, and/or Atom (Ray Palmer) over their intellect. Raphael and Hawkgirl being the skilled warriors and about anger issues. As for Leonardo, probably taking advise about leadership from either Batman, or Superman, or Wonder Woman, depends on who is leading the JL.

I have not, nope.

I’m not really into the Justice League and the DC universe stuff. I don’t really know anything about it so apart from being something I wouldn’t really want to make I feel like I wouldn’t really do it justice. (Pun intended)

Sorry, just not really my thing :\

Good question! :]

#tmnt #q&a

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forthegothicheroine · 1 month

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It's extremely weird to have an episode of Justice League about Hawkgirl being an atheist and Wonder Woman being a believer when they both know from personal observation that the gods of Olympus and Lovecraft physically exist. You can fanwank about what really counts as a god in the DCU, but I feel like fighting Hades and Cthulhu should mean something.

#justice league #dcau #nice that hawkgirl was never shamed for it though

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thiccpersonality · 3 months

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The Riddled Questions

To paint a (hopefully) quick picture for you, imagine this: the Justice League enjoying a surprisingly peaceful day; The Flash playing cards with Black Canary and Green Arrow, Diana and Barda having an intense training session to bond over their warrior-like upbringings, HawkGirl and Green Lantern (John Stewart) chilling in a corner trying to act like they aren't flirting even though everyone can see it and other League members just chatting or enjoying various fun activities on the Watch Tower.

Heck! Even Batman is oddly relaxed (all things considered), his head actually turned away from the monitors to indulge in his hushed conversation with Superman. Whatever they are talking about is causing the big ol' bat to smirk, and dare I say, chuckle.

However, no matter how much the heroes are enjoying the peace, crime is still crime and evil is still evil. It's at those dreaded big, bold, bright red words flashing "CODE ASYLUM" that breaks the peaceful atmosphere, Batman immediately clicking away on the monitors to show how every single Arkham Asylum patient has escaped and are causing havoc in Gotham (some even having managed to flee out of the smoggy city).

Long story short: the Justice League insisted on helping Batman, split up into groups or individually to take care of a specific criminal or villain.

Which is how we get to the present. The Question executing his mission of tracking The Riddler down and bringing him back to Arkham...the issue with this of course is the fact that a man who's whole persona is questioning life is tasked with bringing down a man who's whole identity is asking questions in the form of riddles, I mean, how else did you think this situation would turn out?

The Riddler curses as he's pushed into a corner by Question, the man scoffing and standing straight while spinning his question mark shaped cane around. "Okay, so you've got me in a corner...but riddle me this-"

The Question: *clicks his tongue and places his right hand up to his chin as if he's thinking deeply about something* "Why do you riddle?"

The Riddler pauses and stares at the mysterious-some might say questionable-man as if he's stupid: "Really? Maybe because I'm THE RIDDLER. Why the crap do you question me?"

The Question hums once again: "Because someone needs to ask the important questions, you won't find answers to the questions in question if you never ask. Why are you questioning me about questioning you?"

The Riddler huffs impatiently: "Because you questioned me about questioning you about questioning me, that's why. And why are you here anyway...where is Batman?"

The Question: "Why am I here? Hm...that is a question I often ask myself, what reason am I here for? Is asking questions all I'm meant to do? What about you? Is asking riddles all you are meant for?"

The Riddler: "Wh-huh!? How are you turning these questions back onto me!?"

The Question: "Why do you assume I'm trying to turn things onto you?"

The Riddler: "Why are you assuming I'm assuming things? Don't you think that's a bit rude?"

The Question: "Who knows? Do I think at all? Maybe...maybe not. I want to know why you assume that I'm assuming things about you when in fact I'm not assuming, I'm just stating the obvious based off of the response you gave me. Why do you assume I'm rude because of that?"

The Riddler: "Why are you assuming that I'm assuming you are inherently rude because of my statement? I have not outright said you were rude, I said your questioning sounded a bit rude not you."

The Question: "But when one says that about a person, even just their speech, does it not cause that person to automatically assume you are talking about them as a person? Just as how you assumed I was turning these questions back onto you."

The Riddler: "By you saying "does it not cause that person to assume you are talking about them" is that not you confessing to assuming and also proving you are turning these questions back onto me by questioning me back? Which is the exact assumption I made earlier, so I was right in my assumption of you assuming things of me."

The Question: "But if you don't want more questions asked of you, why do you keep responding to me with questions as well? I'm not the only one at fault here."

The Riddler's eyebrow twitches in agitation at this repeating game...but he can't help but to respond: "I'm supposed to not answer you back? Is it not polite to answer back when someone responds? And who said I don't want questions asked of me?"

The Riddler can't really see Question's face...but his voice sounds dry and sarcastic when he responds: "No one said it. I posed it as a question and not a statement, I never outright said you didn't not want to be asked questions, I was just questioning you on why you keep responding IF you don't like my questions. I didn't ask you that thinking you didn't enjoy them, it's all hypothetical."

The Riddler: "Why is it hypothetical?"

A smile is heard in The Question's voice: "Ah, now you are the one turning my questions back on me. Does that not seem hypocritical to complain about me doing it and then doing it yourself?"

The Riddler just glares at The Question for a hot minute before crossing his arms like a sulking child: "Well I'm evil and you aren't. I'm allowed to be hypocritical because there's no hope for me."

The Question tilts his head curiously: "Why is there no hope for you?"

Riddler opens his mouth to answer before closing it again, humming and squinting in thought: "Well...society seems to think so, do they not? If a group of people agree on it...then it must be true."

The Question crosses his arms: "And if a group of those same people jumped off a bridge, would you? Why do you follow society?"

The Riddler bristles at the question: "I do not! I'm evil. That isn't like normal people!"

The Question: "What defines normal to you?"

The Riddler groans and scratches his head: "Not harming people, for one. Maybe not being uncaring towards others and causing harm wherever and whenever you can!"

The Question: "But those people you sometimes hurt are the ones that see you as a freak, are they not? I'm sure those comments hurt you a great deal deep down. And "normal" people still hurt people, that is inevitable, it's if you keep doing it that matters...right?"

The Riddler quickly nods in agreement: "Yes! And I keep on hurting people, so I am not normal."

The Question nods: "Yes, so you have said. But why do you keep doing it?"

The Riddler snaps and barks out at the other man agitated: "Because I'm not normal! I told you that people have told me I'm evil because I am!"

The Question: "Ah...people...such fickle beings we are. Did you not just tell me that you didn't conform to society? But most of your reasoning for hurting people and continuing to do so is based off of societal standards of you, is it not? I have to ask: are you hurting people because you truly want to or have you been led to believe there's no hope because the "normal" people you look at won't extend that to you? No doubt you have issues, but are you truly unsaveable?"

The Riddler feels like his mind goes blank, what does this mean? Is he conformed to society already? Has he been like the others all this time in thinking he was different?

At the stunned silence of the man, The Question smiles behind his mask at wearing the other down, steps forward and gently leads the man out of his corner and back to an Arkham police van.

At the sight of The Question and The Riddler, The Flash runs up while rubbing his head: "We heard you through the comms. I have a headache from all those questions...why didn't you just fight him? Wouldn't it have been faster?"

Question hands over The Riddler and turns to the speedster: "I thought you were tired of the questions yet you ask me some?"

The mysterious man turns to look at the van driving away while placing a hand on the Flash's shoulder: "Is the easiest and quickest path always the wisest to choose? I think slow and steady has won this race my friend."

(Look...idk what random post/writing this is? I'm not expecting this to be good because I wrote this very randomly lol, with the thought of what would happen if two question asking people interacted. I started out with it being silly and somehow got...deep?...about it towards the end. And if no one could tell, Questions last question to Flash was supposed to mean he didn't want to fight an essentially confused man that day (he wouldn't mind fighting him any other time I'm sure lol), he already has too much on his mind so why not provide that hope he's so often denied by society in the form of long-winded questions...or something like that 😂.

You all please stay safe, happy, healthy and of course lovely as always. 💛)

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shayerathals · 2 months

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we need to have a talk about how jlu shayera ultimately lessened shayera's 'masculinity' and instead increased her feminity, which is ironic because she was capitalized in jlu as not being like other women solely because she growled and snarled.

in comics, there were only two hawkgirls who wore croptops. that was shiera & kendra.

this is comic shayera's reaction to wearing something that's only somewhat less revealing compared to a crop top.

and THIS is how jl/jlu decide to dress her up in the show.

now this doesn't seem like an issue at first but let me provide images for how shayera would dress just prior to jlu.

post crisis shayera (who jl/jlu used majorly as inspo) rarely wore crop tops, dresses, etc. she mostly wore pants & would even attend formal events in a suit. so why did jlu all of a sudden make her dress in short dresses & more revealing outfits? while simultaneously capitalizing on her being a 'foil' to wonder woman who was clearly meant to be the more 'feminine' one on the team?

it wouldn't bother me this much if the crew of the show hadn't tried to say shayera is super unique because you rarely hear women growl on TV or whatever. it's more than obvious that a show under bruce timm wouldn't be able to properly handle the topic of a woman's feminity *cough* fury *cough*, and being a love interest seemed to only increase it for shayera. it also doesn't help that jl/jlu shayera was practically man obsessed & always went out of her way to defend them against diana.

to add onto this, my actual problem is how it affected comic shayera. n52 was bad for a lot of reasons. shayera being one of them. you would have never seen pre n52 shayera wearing something like this ever. this sudden sexualization of shayera happened only after jlu had aired.

it's like ever since jlu happened, the idea of shayera being seen as more 'masculine' or whatever went completely down the drain. shayera lost what was so unique to her and ended up becoming just like the others with bruce timm. i miss seeing shayera in suits & i wish we'd get that back. the hawkwomen don't really seem to have their own unique fashion choices at all ever since jlu happened either. we need a change in that.

i also find it slightly ironic that shayera had more masculine outfits next to hawkman because you'd think being his love interest would increase the feminine outfits 1000x times lol

#shayera hol #shayera thal #dc #anti dcau #hawkgirl #hawkwoman #kendra saunders #shiera hall #shiera sanders

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skrbol · 1 year

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Heroes of the DC universe but it’s only about fishing.

Aquaman- No, nope, not happening, he hates that shit.

Batman- Too rich for this, if it isn’t a Sherlock novel, chess, or one of his kid’s events he doesn’t do it

Superman- Grew up fishing with Pa, really wants to be good at it. Isn’t.

Green Arrow- Same as Superman but it’s doubly insulting because Dinah is so good at it

Black Canary- Insanely good, like made Diana think she was related to Poseidon good. Growing up around the retired JSA members wears off I guess.

Wonder Woman- Refuses to fish ever since she challenged someone to a fishing competition and lost

Doctor Fate- Expert angler, fishing was the common pastime of the JSA, taught Dinah how to bait a hook

Wildcat- Same thing as fate, but he taught Dinah better

Martian Manhunter- Enjoys fishing, finds it almost meditative, him and Dinah go out once a month

Hawkgirl- While she hates the waiting it’s all worth it when she finally gets the chance to reel in a big catch

Flash- Wally hates it, with a passion. Barry loves it and introduced J’onn to it. Bart doesn’t have the patience for it and was banned when he caused a hurricane to send all the fish on shore

Artemis of Bana-Mighdall- Won a fishing contest against Diana back in the 80’s when she was Wonder Woman and has never let her forget it. Takes Bizarro out fishing as often as she can, he enjoys it.

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thefingerfuckingfemalefury · 9 months

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This puts it far more politely than I would but yeah

Hellfire Gala is without a doubt the single worst comic I've read all year and it managed to utterly destroy everything that I loved, found enjoyable, interesting and fun about the X-men comics before now.

I have been utterly adoring the X-books before this event, especially titles like New Mutants, X-Men: Red, Marauders, the various ongoings and miniseries starring Betsy Braddock and the Immortal X-Men book

After this one shot?

I no longer have any interest in buying Marvel's X-titles. I'm not going to be putting anything to do with Fall of X on my pull list and if this is a sign of things to come or they're really planning to go back to the garbage that was the status quo before HOX/POX then yeah...I guess I won't be buying any X-books for the forseeable future

But given that DC is publishing a bunch of stuff I'm actually excited for like Hawkgirl, Poison Ivy, Harley Quinn and Catwoman and the upcoming Alan Scott and Outsiders books, I guess I should thank Marvel for saving me so much money each month so I'll have more cash to spend on those books instead

#Sfw #Marvel

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stupid-sloot-headcanons · 7 months

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I still think that American comics fans being elitist is annoying. Like I get there are lots of characters and series that have been running for literal decades, but here's the main reason I like manga and reading manga more:

Say you're a normie. You watch the One Piece Live Action and get interested in the series. You ask "hey, where should I start?" and most ppl will say "Episode 1 of the anime or Chapter 1 of the manga". You might get told about One Pace but that it's largely for post-timeskip arcs, and you're told about the filler arcs but it's pretty straightforward.

You see your nephew wearing a Jotaro Kujo t shirt and want to check out the series. Where do you start? Part 1, Chapter 1. The first part is called Phantom Blood so you watch the first episode of it.

You play Batman: Arkham Knight, you thought Nightwing looked cool and maybe you liked watching the Diniverse cartoons as a kid. You've never read the comics though, so you ask "Hey, I want to read some Nightwing comics. Where should I start?". You're gonna get dozens of different answers from different people, with dozens of potential starting points/universes/reboots/authors/artists. For people getting into comics it can be really daunting lol. It's no wonder that adaptations like shows and games stick with a wider audience appeal, especially when you encounter Those Fans of the comics that shit on any adaptation and character interpretation they don't like.

I get disliking and hating how one adaptation can ruin public perception of a character you love. Like I love the Justice League cartoon and Shayera Hol in it, but DCAU!Hawkgirl and actual Comics!Hawkgirl are entirely different. And because JL Shayera IS so ubiquitous and known by the public, it means that even more comic-accurate versions of Hawkgirl get derided as "not the real Hawkgirl" by people who've never read a comic with her in it.

Like the Diniverse is far from perfect adaptation wise. Mera is one of my faves in DC and she gets little to no characterization in JL and JLU. Her turning into a Red Lantern defined my adolescence on so many levels and you'd never know how rad she is if you only were exposed to the animated series like JL as a kid to shape your idea of the character.

It's hard to be patient with tourists entering your hobbies and acting like they know everything, I get it. But I really wish those loud asshole comics fans would chill a bit when people genuinely want to get into a series or character lol

#and while i love that American comics can vary wildly with so many authors/artists giving their own versions of the same character #it makes those characters a bitch to pin down personality and character wisr #what runs you like and what characters you like and what authors you like make reading US comics an eternal Rorschach Test #.sillyshit #sloot bitches about things #sloot's essays #like just bc Nightwing fucked Barbara right before marrying Starfire doesnt necessarily make that behavior in-character or canon even if it #did actually happen. sometimes a writer just Does Not Get the character you like and it hurts lol #but then you have to wonder how to determine whats in character when a char in comics is so widely adapted and variable #how do you determine the core tenets of a character when they change depending on whos reading or writing the story?

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vodrae · 6 months

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This is Thanksgiving in Wayne Manor, well, a day chosen when everybody is available.

As requested by Dick years ago, who took example on Roy's demand back in their Teen Titans days, the redhead who's been raised by Natives-Americans, was always uncomfortable around this period. He never knew where to put himself. He's looking like the Irshiest Irish of all time but it's far away from his culture.

On this day of june, Wayne Manor is celebrating I Love My Falmily And Eating For 5 Party.

Everybody is here, it's starded with Bruce, Alfred, the children, legal, emotional and biological

Then Jasons asked if Artemis and Bizarro could come, because they were alone with nothing to do.

Of course !

Then Damian talked like a sim to ask for Talia, Respawn and Mara.

They're already on their way chum.

...Can Rachel and Jon come too ?

When Tim's approched him, Bruce just called everybody in the Justice League, Young Justice and Titans.

For the first time, the manor seems...Small. They put several large tables together in the garden.

Quickly after they cut the turkey, everybody is walking with his plates, hanging out in trees, in the waterpool, in the air. Hawkgirl is unable to stay STILL.

"THEY DON'T KNOW ME SON ! THEY DON'T KNOW ME SON !" Says calmy Harley as she tried to push Diana into the pool.

Stephanie, Tim, Bernard, Cassie and Bart have constant bi panic.

Titus, Ace, Murder King and Krypto are being good boys.

The Martians are the furthest possible from the barbecue.

A push ups contest is ongoing between Donna and Artemis to know who's having the best bird between Dick and Jason, the two boys are at 200 hundreds for now. Kori next them is at 600 but "She doesn't even play !" As the Robins say.

Duke is talking about power control with Raven and he's actually REALLY happy having someone understanding him.

"Miss Kyle, the party is this way." Says Alfred, who just popped behind Selina.

"Sorry, i'm lost, this manor is so big!" She says, in Bruce human size secret safe layer 5.

Barbara, Helena, Ivy and Dinah have the karaoke session of their life.

Ollie and Hal are teenagers again with the outdoor shooting simulation.

Meanwhile, Damian, Mara, Respawn and Rose are all pushing the hardest on Jon's arm in a arm wrestling contest.

Next to them, Kon is screaming "AGAIN ! AGAIN ! AGAIN !" When Cass is beating him "It's the technique." she says with butterfly eyes

All under the amused eyes of Clark, Lois and Talia.

Meanwhile Bruce is crying, not of joy, but for his draining system. Waterpool, bathtubs, showers...They will all spend the night...AND TAKE A SHOWER WITH THEIR LONG HAIR. DID YOU SEE ARTEMIS AND KORI ?

AND SOMEONE TOUCHED THE THERMOSTAT !

(I wanted to do this joke, but you know. Stream of consciouness)

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rhaasted · 4 months

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Roy Harper with a perfume/cologne allergy. Preferably with Jason in it too

thank you for the rq anon! as promised, an allergic r/oy. (and kink!j/ason?!) enjoy!

this is a snz kink fic..! cw for . snz and n/sft

"Welcome back," J'onn's red eyes narrowed to show delight as he shook hands with each of the heroes, having sent them off on their mission a few weeks prior.

A small crowd of leaguers formed around the entrance, taking turns embracing or shaking hands with those who had just returned. Roy stepped towards the crowd, waving from behind the group. Jason remained standing off to the side, arms crossed.

"It is great to be back," Diana smiled at the others before sharing a small look with the two women by her side. Starfire put a hand on her hip, towering over both Wonder Woman and Hawkgirl. "The journey has been long," the Amazonian emphasized. Kori hummed agreeably, her brunette counterpart nodding all the while. As the team broke out into more "it's good to have you back's" and "how was the mission's", Kori's eye noticed Arsenal turning to whisper something in Jason's ear, his bright uniform standing out among the other heroes.

"Arsenal!" She made her way through the crowd, stopping to thank a few more members before meeting Roy with a warm embrace, long hair falling over her shoulders in bright waves. He could feel her long mane tickle the rim of his nose, her smell sweet and powerful. As she moved to hug Jason, he took another slow inhale. Koriand'r, bless her heart, had recently discovered the wonderfully potent fragrances Tamaran had to offer. Previously enjoying tamer scents, like soap, her taste had now upgraded to their strong floral fragrances, along with the sweet essence that came with their kind of "vanilla".

He risked running a finger under his nose.

"Good to have you back, Kori," Jason lightly pat her back as she gave him a gentle squeeze, pulling back to observe both young men with bright eyes.

"There is much to tell you both," her eyes glowed as she blinked at them. "First, I bring gifts." Pulling two small packages out of her suit, she handed them to each of the men, her small smile hopeful. Roy opened his first, a shining spearhead nestled between protective packaging.

"Oh, man!" Arsenal exclaimed, pulling the sharp metal from its placeholder, "This is awesome! A real Tamaranean spear," he ran his thumb along the edge of the weapon, grinning despite himself. "Thank you, Kori. This is really cool." Starfire clasped her hands together, pleased that her gift was well received.

"My turn," Jason unwrapped the ribbon around the box, lifting the lid a bit. His face broke into a smile as he pulled out a bullet engraved with letters from the Tamaranean alphabet. "Wow, Kori." He moved the lid under the box, closely inspecting the shiny metal. "I love it. Thank you." He held it up for Roy to get a better look at it, the older man's eyebrows raised in interest.

"Really, hh-! nice," Arsenal hitched through a quick comment, the small gasp almost imperceptible. His nose wasn't ordinarily sensitive, so the terrible itch blooming in his sinuses felt foreign. Roy could feel his nostrils wiggling from the teasing aroma; every inhale only flooded his sinuses with more of the fragrance. It almost stung, and it prompted him to clear his throat quietly.

"I have also brought the sample you requested." Starfire pulled out a small container with liquid, dropping it into Jason's hands. "I was told it is a favorite on Tamaran at the moment."

"hha! S-sorry," Arsenal put a hand on Jason's shoulder, poorly taming a small shudder. He hovered a cupped hand in front of his face as he gasped again, eyes slipping shut before-

"hhhHa'ShHHhw!"

Roy squeezed his shoulder with the tickly release, sending a jolt down the former robin's spine.

"KSSHHh'un!"

"Dude." Jason grit his teeth, snapping at him.

"snf-! Sorry, snuck up on me."

It didn't.

"G'luthnog," Starfire smiled warmly at her human friend. Someone in the crowd called her name, and she turned, searching for the person attached to the voice.

"I will see you both later. Enjoy," she winked, the sound of her heels retreating as she rejoined the others. Arsenal waved, jade eyes squinting against the fragrance teasing its way up his nose. The bridge of his nose wrinkled, the tips of his nostrils slightly pink.

"snfff! Jeez," he pinch-rubbed his nose, blinking back the moisture in his eyes. "Strong stuff she's got on."

"Mm." Jason lazily slid his gaze to Roy, maintaining a scowl. His ice blue eyes looked over Roy's muscular frame, the man's broad chest rising and falling with a few experimental sniffs. Roy was completely oblivious, roughly rubbing another squarish finger under his septum. Jason thought back to the times he'd witnessed the archer sneeze into a t-shirt, shoulders hunched, pinning the collar over the bridge of his nose with firm fingers. A sharp gasp pulled him from his thoughts, the slow drip of heat in his stomach pooling.

"Ridiculous— hhH! ...hh'rRRSSCH! Damn," he wiggled his nose trying to get rid of the itch. Roy was a habitual bridge pincher, but Jason knew if the man so much as fanned the air around his nose, it'd set him off.

"...Bless you," Jason offered.

He didn't want to admit it, but Jason loved the way Roy sneezed. He would know it anywhere, the way his boyfriend's Adam's apple bobbed in anticipation, dark brows drawing together helplessly. Often, there wasn't much buildup, only a half-strangled gasp followed by a thoroughly rough release. Simply gorgeous.

"—tshHHhh'ah!" He snapped forward, arrows rattling inside the quiver strapped to his back. His body folded with every sneeze, abdomen crunching with the force of them. "hhh.. hHH, rrhHEessHHhu!!" His rough pointer came up to nudge the tip of his nose as he sighed frustratedly. Roy's voice always seemed to make it through his sneezes, punctuating every wet release with a deep rumbling of his vocal cords. "hht! snff—hhr'AEeSSHh'u!"

"Jeez, Speedy. Trying to win a medal?"

"Nnot, my fault." He hitched again, regaining his bearings. His nostrils flared, sinuses buzzing irritably. His face contorted momentarily, muscles tense, until... he lost it. Jason eyed him with a raised eyebrow.

"Nnhha," he groaned, cracking one watery eye open to look at Jason. The bastard was smiling, head cocked slightly.

"hha, hh'ESSSHhh!! Fuck," he rasped.

"Jesus. You know what? We did our time," Jason pat Roy's back, gesturing towards the door. "Let's get outta here. We'll be back for the dinner anyway."

•

"Hht! Agh," the hero scrubbed at his nose mercilessly, making a soft squelching sound. His sinuses had flared up so badly he couldn't breathe through his left nostril, and the right side of his nose was running like a faucet. He wiped his nose for the umpteenth time using the side of his wrist. "Think changing will be enough to get rid of the stuff?"

"I don't know. I'd say you need a shower," Jason responded from the living room.

Roy sniffled. "I barely smell it." He pulled his shirt off, well-built body exposed to the light. Burying his nose in the undershirt, he pulled back with a slight grimace. "hHk'SSHhh! ...Not my brightest moment," he muttered.

"Really? Cuz I can smell you from here," Jason deadpanned.

"Oh, ha-ha," Roy threw the article of clothing onto the bed, finding Jason laid out on the couch, book in hand.

"We got a couple of hours to kill," he mused out loud. He sat on the sofa's edge, moving close to inspect the title. Jason peered at him over the book. He opened his mouth to say something, but Roy immediately put a hand up, distracted by another powerful aroma. It wasn't quite like Starfire's scent — it was worse, overpowering. Turning his head, he quickly contained a fit of coughs into a hand, shoulders shaking with the force of them.

kfffhHt! "What the fuck— is that smell?"

Jason shrugged.

"hh'tsSHHH'uw! heh... H-JJSSHHH'uu! snnff—XXGSHT! Ow, hhuh—! RZZHhSCHHhhue!" He sneezed openly, misting his abs in the process. The tickle raked its way up his nose, Roy barely getting a moment to observe the expression on Jason's face. He'd seen it before. Where—?

"—ZZSSCHHH!! ...rRFZSSCHhuh! ...hh! Whhait a minute," he breathed. He attempted to lean over Jason to test his theory, but a decisive hand stopped him dead in his tracks.

"Fuck off."

"Absolutely not," the older man grabbed his wrist, firmly pinning it over his head. The vigilante struggled under his grasp, scoffing as he glared angrily at the man above him. If he had wanted to get out of the grasp, he would have. He made it very clear this was nothing more than an inconvenience. Roy leaned in, straight nose brushing against the hero's neck, leaving a little moisture in its wake. He gasped, the fragrance teasing him once again.

"Fuck, Jason— hah! AE'SSCHHw!" He sneezed off to the side, a low groan from the back of his throat the only warning. The next one was fast, wet. "—hG'ZZSCHHew!"

Jason couldn't help himself. His mouth twitched, eyes alight with arousal.

"You little shit," Roy's voice was gravelly from overuse. "You put on that stuff Kori gave you," he accused.

"So bill me," Jason raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, you'll pay all right." He sniffled, pausing to sneeze into his shoulder. Jason's breath caught as his boyfriend closed his eyes, trembling against the insatiable sting. The archer's head tilted back, pink nose twitching erratically as he drew in little gasp after gasp. Finally, a small inhale through his nose led him into an especially unrestrained, "HE'ShHHHw'h!! snf...Normally, I might feel a little bad about all this," he gestured towards his running nose, the fine spit droplets shimmering on his chest. "But..." He felt Jason's erection through his pants, a smile playing on his lips.

Jason shuddered, biting off a groan.

"It doesn't seem like you mind that much."

Before Jason could respond, Roy hitched again, fingers twitching against his boyfriend's hard cock.

"hH! Relax, Jay," Roy nipped at the young man's ear, mauve lips moving to press kisses to the man's collarbone. His rough hand moved to Jason's thigh, gently pressing his fingertips into the smooth musculature. "hht-! snf, I didn't know you..."

"It—"

"I like it," he cut in, voice resolute. "I like that it gets you all hot and bothered," he laughed, the warm sound dispelling any unease in Jason's body. He unbuttoned Jason's pants, freeing his erection before giving it a gentle, introductory tug.

It earned him another appreciative moan.

Roy wanted to memorize the way Jason's voice rumbled underneath him, needy, breath coming hard and fast. He met the young man's open mouth with a kiss, firm tongues moving into a swirl of heat. He kissed slowly along Jason's abdomen, tracing the long y-incision scar running down his body. Jason's face flushed, his hair a mess, expression a picture of drunken pleasure. Roy gently brushed the white streak of hair out of his boyfriend's face before the itch reignited with a vengeance.

"hhn, fuck, not now, hHH-! k'sSCHHh!"

"Bless—" Jason was cut off by another firm pump from Roy, and he covered his face with a shaky hand. His face was too hot. His legs tensed, hips bucking into Roy's hand as the older man gasped again. It was a desperate, heaving sound, launching him into another—

"hH'GZZSSCHH!"

"Roy," Jason called, voice tight with warning.

"I know, red." Roy leaned in close once more, sniffling against the nape of his boyfriend's neck. Jason's dark hair tickled his nose, and he took another tentative breath. As much as possible through the congestion, anyway. He nuzzled into the black tufts of hair, welcoming every sharp tingle the soft strands inflicted. Jason felt Roy's pace stutter momentarily, a quiet chuff of air against his ear his last warning.

"hHG'ZZSSCHHhhh'ew! Ugh, tickles— sohhHKSSHHHUueh!"

Jason felt a cool spray mist his neck and collarbone as Roy's fingers hastily twitched on his dick with each sneeze. A strangled plea made its way past Jason's lips before he inevitably came undone, long stripes of cum spilling onto his boyfriend's fingers. He was left panting in the aftermath, eyes shut as little tremors shook him, the last of the adrenaline escaping his body.

Roy sat up, wiping a tear from his cheek. He sniffled, the sound syrupy with congestion. Jason sat up a little, propping himself up on one elbow as he pulled Roy in for another kiss, somewhat delirious from his drawn out dopamine spike. He kissed Roy's nose, the older man's pink nostrils flaring in response.

"Looks like you will need that shower."

#snzblr #sneezefic #snzfic #we are going to pretend that jason's scar didn't heal in the pit #okay? okay.#umm yeah i got nothing else im gonna be out a while #BATMAN 141 COMES OUT TOMORROW!!!!!#sneeze kink #allergy sneezes #sneezeblr #sneezefucker #snz blog #snz fet #snz kink #snzfucker

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fancyfade · 3 months

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ideal DC title run (sadly does not exist ;_; but if I could control things it would)

Superman

Action Comics

Wonder Woman

Sensation Comics (Like "action comics/detective comics, but for wonder fam")

Batman

Detective Comics

Aquaman

Adventure Comics (like "action comics/ detective comics, but for aquafam")

Titans (but not written by Tom Taylor)

A team for the younger heroes - no clue what it'd be yet, YJ, teen titans - title doesn't really matter.

Hawkgirl ongoing

Spirit World ongoing

Blue Beetle

Batman and Robin can stay if they get a new writer but Damian should also appear in regular Batman and Detective Comics Comics to make him feel like part of the Batfam

Birds of Prey (Ft barbara gordon oracle)

Justice League

Flash and Green Arrow can stay I guess for people who like that :P

Cass Cain Batgirl solo

Un-cancel Cyborg

I can't say whether JSA can stay or not because I haven't read the current JSA. Let's say if it's good it can stay as is, if it's not new writer time.

Mini series (at least) developing the following characters

Cassandra Sandsmark/Wonder Girl

Donna Troy/ Troia

Tempest/ Garth deserves another mini

Mera

Koriand'r/Starfire (preferably space adventures)

Raven - taking good inspiration from her NTT continuity

#dc comics #this is just if i was in charge

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augustheart · 4 months

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hooty and charlie drawings Rated

first i came for the live action hawkman and hawkgirl wings... then for their comic book counterparts... now without further ado, i introduce you to an extensive rating of hootie and charlie illustrations done by comic book artists who have seemingly never seen an owl in their lives. i will be using the spelling "hootie" even though comics are very inconsistent about whether it's spelled with a y or an ie.

this post is going to be pretty long, so everything is under the cut.

this hootie is a 4/10. we're starting off strong with a golden age contender. despite the low rating, i really like the care that went into illustrating this little guy. is it possible to tell what kind of owl he is? not really. but you know, that's okay. he can be greateasternscreechhorned. he's got the spirit. and i love how talkative he is. however, seeing this makes me wonder what went so wrong with hawkman's wings in the same era...

this hootie is a 4/10. just a little guy! not sure what's happening with his beak but that's okay because he's just little. once more i am fond of the golden age's owl illustrations.

this hootie is a 5/10. he is extremely Eyes. here we have a rare interpretation of hooty as an owl that is clearly not in the bubo genus and is instead... i dunno. strix? maybe? i can't tell what species he is but you know what i'll let it slide because he is So Eyes.

this hootie is a 8/10, despite being from the same issue as the one above. clearly a strix owl now, probably a barred although the coloring is more similar to a tawny. i won't hold coloring choices against them quite yet though. we've got the right proportions, we've got some chest barring, we're doing good.

this hootie is a 1/10 but it does make me cry laughing every time i look at him so that's gotta count for something.

this hootie (XIV) is a 2/10. just an assortment of lines that runs around charles' office. points for being beth's friend.

this charlie is a 8/10. not much detail going on but we can put that down to the stylization. the eyes are the right color for a great-horned owl and i can see a female being that size. her plumicorns being in a relaxed position is cute. i do think that the method of summoning her with a piece of raw chicken was a terrible idea, but i guess no worse that charles feeding hootie lobster off his fork.

this charlie is a 5/10. hey man What is going on here. the white under the bill is like someone saw the white chest patch great horned owls have and went "awesome, that's all the photo reference i need to see" and then went at it. why is the wing partially white. is that the wing? at least the eyes are still the right color even if they should Not be angled considering owls famously cannot move their eyes at all.

this charlie is a 8/10. the anatomy is solid with a nicely defined facial disk and the expression without the eyes being able to move is adorable. also realistically huge feet--nobody ever seems to remember how big owl talons are. not much of a defined pattern but i like it.

this charlie is a 4/10. this looks like an owl i would draw. that's not a compliment. the shape is just a Suggestion. it's close to being good but it does not sell me.

this charlie is a 2/10. who the Fuck is that. why are they tiny and white.

this charlie is a 4/10. all the right pieces are there but we could do with some better assemblage, and there's not really any markings. unlike the charlie above that i ranked a 7 there's not even a suggestion of them. could be worse though.

this charlie is a -1000/10 i fucking hate this thing every time i have to look at it. the longer you stare the worse it gets. utterly abysmal.

#long post #i guess i'll tag #doctor mid-nite

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