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confused-wanderer · 9 months
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Batman and superman are their opposite personalities in civilian form.
.. so this gives us a perfect opportunity for the most disastrously chaotic dynamic (and love square) EVER.
ESPECIALLY if they don’t know the others true identities, or even they did and are just being lil shits anyways
Give me:
grumpy skeptical Clark to Bruce’s sunshine playboy persona.
Clark *trying to down as many aspirins as he can, half tempted to throw himself into the sun* : Bruce we needed to surround the enemy, not SEDUCE them!
Bruce *currently on his way to a dinner wearing the most seductive outfit known to man* : Well, you know the saying. We can’t gatekeep or manslaughter our way out of it. Girlboss it is.
Clark: Bruce you are going on a date with a STRAIGHT MAN
Bruce: Give me five minutes and then I’ll let you hear him scream my name
*horrified Clark noises*
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Brooding and detective Batman meeting lie-detector and very effective investigator journalist Clark Kent
Batman: Tell me where the bombs are Riddler!
Riddler *currently tied up* : Hehe you’ll never find them~
Clark: Mind if I record this session Mr. Riddler?
Batman:
Riddler:
Clark:
Riddler: Who the hell-
Batman: .. Kent. How’d you even get here?
Clark: Irrelevant questions. *waves recorder* so..?
Riddler: Sure..tell the public I’m going to paint the walls red-
Clark *in investigative journalist mode* : So which devastating rock bottom led you to lose your mind and pursue this as a career?
Riddler:
Riddler: hey wait hang on this is a fulfilling career!
Clark *raising a judgemental eyebrow*: So.. you fighting a man dressed as a bat, with that atrocious outfit you must’ve gotten from hell and riddles that you’ll give him the answer to anyway.. this is fulfilling?
Riddler *voice breaking* : .. yes?
*questioning and judgemental silence*
Few hours later
Red Robin: .. why is Riddler crying and why does he also have a career counselling book in his hand?
Batman *just as surprised and kind of disturbed at how methodical and impressive Clark was in breaking down Riddlers plan based on evidence and connecting the dots* : Honestly I thought he was here for me and he started ignoring me so out of concern for his safety I demanded he paid attention
Red robin: And?
Batman: and he said “oh you don’t want me to pay attention to you” and showed me.. a lot of details and screenshots I don’t know how he got his hands on
Red robin:
Batman: Riddler also then attempted to escape and Clark just.. punched him so hard Riddler still doesn’t know which universe he’s in..
Red robin: well it could’ve been worse.. Clark could’ve pulled out a gun
Batman: .. he has a flamethrower
Red Robin: IM SORRY WHAT
Batman: .. and he told me we should work together sometimes, and I gave him few crime stories and plots to help raise awareness for the public and stop them.
Red robin:
Batman: also he gave me a therapy card.
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Give me ray of sunshine and leader Superman with no sense of self preservation Bruce Wayne
Superman: Good evening Mr. Wayne, there’s a credible threat against you so I’ll be on the lookout for today-
Bruce *sidling upto him* : .. damn.. when I said send your hottest stripper you did deliver..
Superman *beet red* : Im not the stripper sir!
Bruce: Really?
Superman *furious nodding*
Bruce: okay then.. hey listen, I’ve been learning about important dates in history lately.. do you wanna be one of them?
Superman. Exe has stopped functioning
Later
Superman: Mr. Wayne there’s a blackout and the building is under attack! Evacuate!
Bruce *running with gunshots behind* : Are you outside? You’re invulnerable right? Nothing can hurt you? Not even gunpowder or explosives?!
Superman *touched and pleasantly surprised* : yes.. so you don’t have to worry about me Mr. Wayn-
*glass breaks and Superman catches the dark mass falling in the air*
Superman: See? You’re safe-
*realises he’s holding a huge bomb about to detonate*
One explosion later
Superman: … you threw a bomb at me
Bruce: What?? You said you were invulnerable! I didn’t know what else to do with it??
Superman: So you didn’t think to tell me? Not even a warning?
Bruce: Listen that bomb was hot but compared to how smoking hot you were I didn’t think it ever stood a change
Superman: Mr. Wayne, listen. You should’ve atleast yelled or said something so I could’ve gotten it away in time. What if I hadn’t?
Bruce: I did! I yelled GET READY FOR A BLOWJOB
Superman:
Bruce:
Superman:
Bruce: ?? Did I do something wrong?
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And obviously.. the usual golden retriever Superman x black cat Batman that we all know and love so I’m just going to leave it at:
Batman: Someone is going to die.
Superman: Of fun!
Batman: Sure if you consider burning to death fun
Superman:
Superman: Oh come on be a little optimistic! We must have hope! We will persevere!
Batman: we are literally being held hostages by aliens
Superman: ..listen okay, let me do the talking. We just gotta de-escalate the situation
Alien: You intruders! You will never get our superior defender systems-
Batman *done with this bullshit* : I already hacked into it twenty days ago and found all of your identities, families and now have full control over your systems of defends and weapons. If I wanted to hurt somebody.. I would’ve done so already.
Alien *tries to punch him, gets headbutted instead*
Alien *chuckles* : You have a thick skull Batman..
Batman:
Superman *frantic whispering*: Dontsayitdontsayitdontsayitdontsayit-
Batman: .. atleast mines protecting a brain. Wish I could say the same for yours
Superman *heavy sigh*
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shiresome · 9 days
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WATCHING BTAS WITH MY LITTLE SISTER
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nopiedraws · 7 months
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I blacked out after finishing exu and now I have this
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machetelanding · 8 months
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Batman: The Long Halloween #11
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80sheaven · 10 months
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Nik Kershaw poster from Smash Hits (April 1985) and “The Riddle” vinyl sleeve.
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house-of-slayterr · 24 days
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@keffirinne help these photo is Harley wearing Riddlers clothes are sending me. She looks so goofy 😂
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my-chaos-radio · 11 months
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Release: November 6, 1984
Lyrics:
Near a tree by a river
There's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of Aran
Goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon
In the veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion
There's a wrong and a right
Near a tree by a river
There's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of Aran
Goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon
In the veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion
There's a wrong and a right
And he'll never fight over you
Near a tree by a river
There's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of Aran
Goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon
In the veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion
There's a wrong and a right
Near a tree by a river
There's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of Aran
Goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon
In the veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion
There's a wrong and a right
And he'll never fight over you
Wise men fighting over you
I got plans for us nights in the scullery
And days instead of me
I only know what to discuss
Of for anything but light
Wise men fold
It's not me you see pieces of valentine
With just a song of mine
To keep from burning history
Seasons of gasoline and gold
Near a tree by a river
There's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of Aran
Goes around and around
And his mind is a beacon
In the veil of the night
For a strange kind of fashion
There's a wrong and a right
And he'll never fight over you
Wise mens child
I got time to kill, sly looks in corridors
Without a plan of yours
A blackbird sings on bluebird hill
Thanks to the calling of the wild
Songwriter: Nicholas Kershaw
SongFacts:
'The Riddle' was part of the studio album of the same name, released in November 1984. The song reached high chart positions in many European countries as well as in Australia and New Zealand. The song was particularly popular on the radio (number 1 in the German airplay charts). After many attempts at interpretation, Kershaw called the lyrics "nonsense".
The title as well as the lyrics suggest a classic enigma, leading to an attempt to decipher the song to a deeper meaning.
Years later, Kershaw explained that it was a random piece of text with no meaning. He wrote the song under time pressure and therefore used nonsensical text ("jibberish lyrics"). However, the lyrics were then retained and the song was given the name 'The Riddle'.
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disco-troy · 1 year
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What happened to Duke’s Zero Year riddles? Did he keep them in a scrapbook? In a diary? When will he use them to annoy the riddler again????
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A remake of this piece from a year ago.
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[Image: A meaningful (to me) gold ring with a textured surface sits on wet grey stone glinting in sunlight and the reflection of green trees and sky]
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Riddles in the Dark One of the simplest ways to define the Buddhist concept of “emptiness” (suññatā) is that a thing is “empty of what isn’t there.” We’re looking at what is absent in a thing that we have been assuming is present. What could that be? My kid and I have been listening to The Hobbit together, and of course the riddles are one of the best parts. Riddling, the book tells us, is an ancient sport, and even dreadfully evil (read: traumatized) people like Gollum respect its rules. Begging forgiveness of master Tolkien (and master Baggins) here’s a riddle: Absent though you think I’m here In all things you hold most dear Nowhere will you find me tied To the shape your eyes have spied What am I? Philosophically, we say that the thing that is absent is “essence,” or “substance,” both of which refer to a hypothetical permanent defining attribute of a thing that persists through any change that happens to the physical object we call the thing. But essence is an idea, nothing more. It is the “soul” of a thing, which we may have an intuition about, but no actual evidence for. All the evidence suggests that physical forms, as well as the ideas and names that describe them, all change. So I think the simplest way to answer the riddle is “meaning.” What is the soul, or the essence of a thing, if not a way of saying that it has a fundamental meaning? The meaning a thing holds is a concept that defines a thing in as deep a way as we are able. So a simple way to think about emptiness is to recognize that any meaning we give to a thing (object, entity, experience, concept, intuition, place, culture) is contingent—contextual, dependent on time, place, and relationship. Another way of saying that is that in the absence of telling a story about a thing, that thing has no intrinsic meaning. The meaning is in the telling and hearing, not in the thing itself. (There is no “thing itself.”) The usual mistake in understanding emptiness is taking this to mean that things do not “exist,” in any way other than as illusion. But that’s just a conceptual trap. “Exist” and “doesn’t exist” are just more layers of story and meaning—and the Buddha explicitly rejected them as irrelevant concepts. The meaning bound up in these words is that something that doesn’t exist doesn’t matter, and that’s terrifying. Our lives don’t matter? Good and evil in the world don’t matter? That doesn’t feel right—because it isn’t. Existence is a philosophical conversation called ontology. What matters is a different conversation, and it’s the more important: ethics. Things are empty of intrinsic meaning. Any story we tell about a thing is thus more about us than the thing. In the Theravāda system, this is the first insight that leads to liberation from suffering, called nāma-rūpa, or “name and form.” It is the recognition that the name of a thing, which is the closest we can come up with to identifying its fundamental identity, or meaning, is not the same as the physical thing it points to. The label rides alongside the thing like the answer to a riddle. The riddle is the strange poem of direct experience, which is oblique, poetic, always leaping the bounds of whatever concept we try to bind it in. The answer is a name, which seems final, but which ends the game. Which is more ecstatic, more resonant with mystery, the riddle— Alive without breath, As cold as death Ever thirsty, never drinking, Clad in mail, never clinking —or the answer, stolid as a full stop: fish? The riddle sings. The answer thuds. It’s always like this. Emptiness recognizes that the answer to the riddle of experience never sufficiently sings the meaning of the thing. There is no soul in a person because no single concept can do justice to the wild mystery of a life. For a map to depict in perfection every detail of a landscape, it would have to be an identical replica of the place, and just as large. No concept is that capacious. So the thing is empty of the meaning we think it has—the name that defines it. Emptiness, philosophically, turns out to be a word problem. A riddle. It points to a mistake we keep making… until we don’t. When we recover from the illusion that things are what we call them, an incredible spaciousness opens up around us. Suffering is basically emotional, the Buddha tells us, as we react to the stories unfolding around us. Freedom is a word for when our emotions are unbound from story, and set free to respond more intimately to life as it unfolds. The real riddle of practice, then, is how things continue to matter even as they are set free. The answer to that defines the enlightened activity the tradition came to call bodhisattva. ___
[Thank you Sean Feit Oakes]
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sectumsempraxz · 2 years
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Just thinking about how almost every Batman villain is crazy or revolutionary.
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sparrow00 · 2 years
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‘Rail me this, Batman’ -the Riddler, minutes before his death
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babyyfaceddemon · 1 year
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I cannot, for the life of me, find a metal-cover of Nik Kershaw's 'The Riddle', that is even slightly satisfying enough. They always leave me thinking "this needs to fuck harder" (ノಥДಥ)ノ︵┻━┻
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80sheaven · 2 years
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“The Riddle” 7″ vinyl sleeve (MCA NIK 6) - Nik Kershaw 1984
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