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Rant: Being A Good Person On TV
Being a superhero is hard, but everybody knows that. They've got tons of people to save, friends to protect, and villains to defeat--all while maintaining secret identity and a full-time day job. Considering how evil and able their enemies tend to be, it's not hard to comprehend that sometimes they might be tempted to go down to less than noble means--whether that means killing, cheating, lying or whatever. I sometimes imagine that maybe, in their position, I'm gonna be more "creative" too, but that's not the case with the heroes I'm gonna talk about in this post.
Particularly, Barry Allen of The Flash, and Scott McCall of Teen Wolf.
(It's easy for me to talk about The Flash with some degree of dignity--since the show was well received by critics and fans, but I'm actually a bit nervous to talk about Teen Wolf. Yes, that remake of a failed old movie that nobody asked for, that has "Teen" on its title, airs on MTV that no longer stands for “Music”, and its entire existence probably piggybacked on the popularity of the tween-monstrosity called Twilight. And I assure you now, it's legitimately good.)
We live in a cynical world, especially in entertainment. Morally-grey and morally-ambiguous protagonists aren't only numerous but seems to be a trend that only gets stronger: most popularly started with The Sopranos and cemented today with the likes of Mad Men, Breaking Bad, The Walking Dead, Girls, Scandal, and Game of Thrones, people seemed to devour their stories and it's easy to see why. People love relatability, and people always want a good redemption story (whether it's earned or not). We like to see characters that don't always do good, or don't always do evil, because we know we sometimes do both. People were always drawn to flawed characters (case in point, Hamlet), because we know that we are flawed too.
A hero who's perfect is boring, because we always know what that person would choose in any given time. That is like an unspoken mantra of TV and film, and I used to firmly believed in it. Superman would never work on screen, they say, because he’s too good. But after watching and enjoying Teen Wolf and The Flash for years, I know that that’s not the case anymore.
In stark contrast to it's sister show Arrow, The Flash had decidedly different tone: it was fun, lighter, and more optimistic. Barry Allen (Grant Gustin), its central character, also had one determining characteristic that set him apart from Oliver Queen (Stephen Amell) from Arrow: that Barry is the kind of hero that always find another way (in Felicity's words). Whenever things get tough and the only solution in sight is to kill or let someone get killed or hurt, Barry would always try to find another way to save the day, sometimes in no regard of his own safety. Actually, Oliver would usually eventually get there too, but more than often not, it was only after much deliberation and plea from his friends and colleagues. But Barry is such an inherently a good person who just would NOT compromise to evil, a rarity among the Batmans, Daredevils, even Man of Steel’s Supermans of today, and other bunch characters--superheroes or not. And obviously the show’s formula works extremely well too, because The Flash quickly became CW’s most popular show (even surpassing its parent show), earned hardcore fanbase, received critical praise, and concluded its first and current season with a satisfying finale.
Similar thing could also be said about Scott McCall of Teen Wolf. His defining character is that he wants to save everyone and everything (even his enemies), and he trusts basically everyone (even his enemies). He is a good person almost to a fault, and I believe he is actually the better example of the two regarding the point I'm trying to say, because of 2 things: One, Teen Wolf has been going for 5 seasons and is a living example that it's not only possible to make compelling show (excepting the terrible season 4. Ugh.) out of a genuinely decent character, but it's also sustainable. Two, for its dark overall tone. It's easy to think Barry's shameless optimism is due to the fact that The Flash is an light-toned show, but Teen Wolf isn't particularly light (it's a horror series) and most times it has a general sense of looming dread. So tone shouldn't be a hindrance to having a goody-two-shoes lead protagonist.
We don’t really know the direction that The Flash is going with its second season--maybe Barry's belief would evolve into something more morally grey, we don’t know. But with Teen Wolf, I think, it’s save to say that an honorable lead character is doable. The show handled it the right way, too. They made Scott’s goodness not only central to the heart of the show, but also to the plot (with him being a True Alpha). We also get to see how he influences the people around him, and how he consistently made his friends become better persons. And Scott’s not even the extent of a “good” character on the show: ordinary people such as Sheriff Stilinski can be relentlessly good too. And that’s the important message, I believe, that we can be good if we try. It doesn’t get more uplifting than that.
I’m sorry that this rant is a bit vague if you’ve never seen the shows because I don’t have enough memory to spit out any specific examples (I’m terrible at remembering plot) but the point is, being a good person isn't boring. Actually, being a good person is fuckin' hard. Have you ever tried to do exactly zero bad thing in a day--no lying, no running over the red light, no badmouthing your coworkers and overtiming your lunch break, no using work’s copy machine for personal use, no sneering at that bum across the road, and no disturbing that sleeping kitten? It’s effin’ hard. But if you have time-traveling impostor or body-altering supernatural doctors chasing after you? I bet that’d be an extra, extra hard thing to do and the struggle they go through to just not give in is worth a watch.
My point is, I think it’s time to abandon the long held belief that good people are boring. On the contrary, in my opinion, how they can stay noble regardless of obstacle is a journey worth seeing.
More witchy hands! I could tattoo these forever~
Witchy hand done today from my flash sheet!
Swelling is warping the card itself.
First one made for my witchy tarot card flash sheet~
Witchy tarot piece I did 💖
Flash piece halloween design~
I always like to add a little white to Barry’s suit, I think it looks cool, what do you guys think?
DC Super-Heroes by Simone Di Meo.
Total Crop Out
A lot of people would not like my life. I get it. I mean when your entire world is basically 4 x 6 and you're frozen to the spot, stuck in a continuous moment of "action", it can get pretty tedious. But see, I don't view it like that. I prefer to think I have a smile on my face forever. Stuck in a moment of happiness, my arm around the person I assume my real life counterpart is involved with. Well that may be way off the mark. Once the picture was taken, my whole universe cooled into existence, but I'm the reflection of what I hope is a happy memory. I see my picture-mates real life counterpart hovering in the sky every so often. She owns us. Her hands are soft and she takes care of our reality. Minimum bending. Now the real person I represent isn't much to look at, so I share that burden but who do I have to impress? I got my version of a gal right beside me. Although...she can be a bit much at times. Manic Pixel Girl. You know the type. As a life though this is limited but rewarding. Sure it has its other problems. Being on the other side of the gloss can be uncomfortable and those photo albums are dusty and full of bugs. And if you're framed, there's an awful glare that bounces back at you. It's also like one gigantic contact lens hitting your eyes at all times. It makes me squirm. At least I don't have those red eyes some of my friends got though. It's funny, a whole underground scene has popped up about that, because those afflicted have tried to spin it in their favour. "Hey baby, it's not red eye...we call it "Lens Flair" and I got it!" Ha! Good luck with that. It's a little strange knowing I have a digital twin who has probably been copied a million times by now. That day was odd. Like going to the dentist if I knew what that was like. I may have an eternal smile but it's thankfully a toothless one! But yeah, the Day of the Scanner. It was very invasive and to be digitally reproduced like that was unnerving to say the least. If that's the only way for us to have offspring, count me out. So yeah all is pretty goo...Wait a second. I see something strange in the sky of the photograph, a silver streak moving across it. It is coming in at an unusual angle and the whole world seems to be bending to accommodate this strange device. It suddenly has a sibling, another stretch of gleaming silver. They have now come incredibly close to each other and appear to be...kissing? Maybe sibling is the wrong word and these two are...lovers? I don't know what's happening but the backdrop, my home for the last few years is falling away. I'm being plucked out of everything I've ever known. I still smile because I can't do anything else. I want to shut my eyes but I wasn't a blinking shot. If a photograph could bleed I would be now as I've just lost my arm, most of it staying behind, as it remains awkwardly wrapped around my co-star. She whispers a heartfelt goodbye and as much as I'm in pain I can't help but feel even worse for her. She now has a wound in her entire world and she's stuck there beside an abyss where I once was. The way I see it, I have no idea where I'm going to end up, the slums of a scrapbook, the gallery of a notice board, the grim black of a bin or bag, exiled and torn, a two dimensional reject left to crumple. Maybe worse, it could be the flames of perdition through an ordinary fireplace. Cool wood. I am flat down on a desk. **************************************************************************************************
So this is it. I have been assigned my new position. The face who most often looked at me from the heavens, smiling, is now some distance away but I can still make her out but only as a silhouette. She laughs sometimes, when the darts hit a certain part of my anatomy, a point below my belt. She always gets one right in my forehead as well. She has impeccable aim, no doubt spurred on by anger. The first dart is usually off target and hits the spartan white wall I now call home. Staring across its vast never-ending plain offers two things, the hint of escape and the certainty of how futile that would be. Traversing the white would be impossible and besides I am pinned here at the sides.
People say things are gone in a flash. That's where it began for me. All I can do is wait for the onset of stains and the approach of natural fading. I've heard that on some days, in a certain light, it looks a little like Sepia. Well, I always wanted to be so rich.
1/12/2020 - Flash died ...
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Adobe finally buried it 🙁
How did this happen?
After all, once flash was the main tool of advertisers, the main means of playing video / audio on media sites. Well, games, games, games ... it wasn't until iOS and Android mobile platforms appeared that did not implement this miracle on their platform 🙁 so they began to develop the HTML5 format, which eventually ruined both Flash and the entire modern WEB :(
Today HTML5, along with WebGL, has confidently and finally defeated Flash and all other third-party browser plugins. But there are a lot of browsers - that's why everything works everywhere through crutches - there is still no clear standard for so many years. With flash it was easier - it was either enabled or disabled, and the plugin worked the same everywhere and the speed and capabilities were no worse, but where something better!
What did Adobe give us? : Adobe Animate ... this is some kind of Flash only in terms of capabilities at the level of 2003, i.e. Macromedia Flash8 was 3 heads HIGHER !!
All Adobe Animate did was to retain the familiar flasher interface, and that's it ... and the rest is done by the CreateJS library. This is just a graphical editor - that is more correct to call it 🙁 all scripts in ActionScript, both 2.0 and 3.0, everything goes to hell - everything needs to be rewritten. In addition, the problem with 3D is essentially gone. How to work with WebGL - in the documentation, there are no examples either, although the capabilities of WebGL have no limitations. Game engines such as Unity3D were able to fully implement the project porting to WebGL. Adobe did nothing :( The question arises - why and why this flaw of the 2000 level weighs like a cast-iron elephant, eats resources, strains the computer and constantly falls ??
Was WEB good without Flash?
And this is how you look ... Everyone scolded this very Flash for the fact that funny web designers shoved it where it was not necessary and all the sites shone like Christmas trees. But all this masquerade was a simple solution - DISABLE THE PLUGIN and that's it! Now everyone writes in JS. Hundreds of libraries ... For graphics on the web now both Canvas and WebGL for 3D as well as audio / video codecs. As a result, the browser has become gluttonous at times worse than games. Funny web designers stuffed the sites with "beauty" and if you want / don't want to, you can't go anywhere - turn off JS and the site will die altogether :(
Main Dishes - Pork Chop - Seared Pork Chops with Maple Syrup Sauce In this quick and simple recipe fit for company, thick brown sugar and maple syrup sauce is drizzled over pan-seared center-cut pork chops.
I just want to remind you guys that Barry and Bruce would talk for hours after Justice League meetings.
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Ghost!Bruce SuperBat: Chapter two, heat.
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Ghost!Bruce SuperBat: Chapter one, heart.
Bruce rushed to join the fight, dodging a flying piece of rubble and jumping onto a car. He had to be more careful then normal. Not because he could die- nope! Way past that train. But because getting hurt and not feeling it would mean he was basically instantly outed to everyone. Because Barry would panic and blurt it out.
Clark saw Bruce and noted him being more careful, but the other saw it as a good thing. That Bruce was finally taking his insistence on caring for himself to heart and being careful during the fights.
By the time, the battle was over everyone was tired, some taking a seat and others just straight away leaving. Clark went over to Barry and Bruce, Barry speeding away when he saw Clark, a nervous expression on his face. Clark saw Bruce looked fine actually, not tired at all. He was confused about that.
“Bruce?”
Bruce looked over to Clark, blinking through the new lenses in his suit and nodding. “Yes, Clark?”
“Why do you look less tired than everyone else?” Clark asked. “You look fine.”
Bruce cursed internally. He had not thought of that, he had slipped up. And he swore at himself for it. “Uh- you know.” Bruce said, fiddling with a clasp on his belt. “I’ve been taking it easy, like you said. Guess I’m really just taking things you say to heart today, huh?”
Clark, being himself, was just ecstatic his boyfriend was looking after himself. He pulled Bruce closer in for a hug, chin bumping against Bruce’s before he yanked back, staring at the other.
Hr was so cold.
“Bruce? Your freezing, are you ok?”
“What?” Bruce asked, going ridged. He hadn’t planned about this. Hadn’t thought this through enough yet. “Oh, it’s nothing, I’ve just been out for a while Clark,”
“I’ll take you home and warm you up, God knows you need it. And when you take off your suit, I can hear your heartbeat, and it will all be good again, ok?”
Bruce winced, cursing himself internally for what he was about to do. He loved Clark all too much, and knew Clark loved him too. But his perfectly sculpted lie was crumbling down around him, and he needed an excuse to not let Clark near him. Not until he figured out how to tell him at least.
“Actually Clark! Uh- Barry and I needed to do something really fast, he was going to take me home after we did something at his, isn’t that right Barry?” Bruce asked, turning and gesturing silently at Clark to Barry with his eyes.
Barry seemed to get the message, as he hurried over and nodded. “Yep, sorry Clark. Just got to steal your man for a bit. Sorry! But the case calls.”
“Mhm, I’ll call you when I get home, love you, bye.” Bruce said quickly as Barry grabbed him and sped off.
Bruce didn’t get to see Clark’s expression.
As the two ran off Clark stood there, a ‘bye’ on his lips and a thump in his stomach at being shot down. He sighed, rubbing his head and watching the other two wistfully. He didn’t want to pry into his boyfriend’s life, but he hadn’t seen Bruce in a long while. And he has just spoken to him again! And now he wasn’t. it sucked. But Clark sucked it up and took off back to his apartment. He’d get to call Bruce later. He guessed.
As soon as Barry knew him and Bruce were out of earshot, he set the other down with a frown, looking like Bruce plopped himself down onto the floor. Barry sat himself next to the other, giving his back a small pat as he thought.
“You know you’re going to have to tell him soon, right?” he asked Bruce, who seemed to be extremely interested in blades of grass right now. “I guess.” Bruce mutter, lifting his head to meet the others gaze. “But how am I supposed to tell him that? He’d be heartbroken. I can’t live with that Barry, I love him too much. He’s the nicest person you ever meet, what would you do?”
“Tell him the truth?” Barry tried, a wince forming at how that sounded coming out. Much worse than he intended, Bruce shot him a scathing glare.
“You, would you? You have no idea what this is like?”
“I mean,” Barry started, not wanting to provoke Bruce bur not wanting to be wrong. “I have died before-“
“But you were revived! I’m constantly half dead and mostly dying and you can revive me because then the magic would tear me apart and my atoms would lose their bonds with one another. Id cease to exist! God fucking dammit Barry.”
Barry paused, unused to the hostile outbreak of the normally cool and collected bat. He, very sacredly, pat Bruce shoulder. Like you would a stray cat.
Bruce just slumped back and lay against the wet grass, staring at the sun that used to burn his eyes. Barry watched him and made a face. “You’re lying in wet grass and staring at the sun.”
“And?”
“Well wet grass is unpleasant. And doesn’t staring at the sun hurt?”
“Barley anything hurts now.”
“well- ok, but could you stop?”
“Oh, I am so sorry, am I, the dead person, making you uncomfortable? Please.”
Bruce noticed Barry’s uncomfortable look and sighed, pushing himself up. “sorry, that was uncalled for. I’m just a little pissy- who wouldn’t be? I died less than a month ago. And now I have a family I have to tell, a boyfriend who’s going to have to have his heart broken, and I’m still figuring this out. Dick was using Constentine’s help with a case, he saw me, and we both just stared at each other for about two minutes. He didn’t say anything, but that’s one more person who knows, who doesn’t need to know. And none who do need to know are any closer to knowing. This really sucks!”
“Yeah.” Barry sighed, pulling Bruce into a side hug as he looked over Gotham. He almost snickered when a thought came to mind, looking down at Bruce.
“Ok, before I take you home can I ask you something?”
“Uh- I mean sure I guess.” Bruce shrugged. “if Clark’s dating you, and your dead, does that mean he a necro-“
“Die. Just die Barry.”
(Hello! Its me and I’m back with another chapter! Two in two days, wow, crazy right! Ok, just saying I edit grammar and spelling and try really hard on it, and whenever I post any fic, I make sure its atlas above 1,000 words just to make sure it’s a good read. Thank you for reading! If you want to be added to the tag list above just say in comments, id really appreciate if you told me things you like in comments, constructive criticism is always appreciated, and I hope you enjoy this instalment! Bow, the first one is linked at the top!)
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ok, so when I have a scene where the jl has to do things to escape, I had a thought.
you know how people keep nerfing Barry Allen’s powers because they can’t figure out a way to deal with speedsters?
would anyone hate me if I used his trap as Oobleck.
like, I think that could work. The faster you go the harder it gets, and if you stop you sink? I could put him shoulder height in oobleck. Just an idea, let me know if you’d accept that down below. Because I don’t want to make ridiculous drawbacks just to handle him as a charecter.
if your insured in the first installment of the fic, it’s linked here.
and if you want to be tagged for the next just seeing this post, ask down below. And I’ll keep the people who are tagged, tagged.
Mer JL au:
Barry: Indo-Pacific Sailfish.
(These baby boys are the speedsters of the ocean, and their really cute. I love them, I love him, it works. I’m a big fish person if you can’t tell. And the retractable fin can be purple or blue, and its interchanges with the weather for him. Fast as flip boi.)
Dick/Richard: Four-Winged Flying Fish.
(I know everyone says he’s a flying fish, and I agree! But I’d prefer if people started naming which one. i know there’s at least six different types of flying fish, and I’d like that acknowledged. Anyway, I think the four wing suits him best. Their more powerful and look much cooler. Thanks for coming to my ted talk.)
Hi! Author’s note, thank you for all your support for the first part and second part of my story! I’m really glad you all are enjoying and apologise for the late chapter, I’ve just been de-motivated and tired. But I hope you enjoy either way! Please LMK any ideas, enjoy part three!
Every part I think I’m just going to try to add two more species of Mer, like I did in the first part. The first part will be linked under the people who asked to be tagged, if you want to be tagged PM me.
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Part one linked: Clark finds himself a friend. Bruce finds himself a meal ticket.
Chapter Two: Clark almost gets caught. Bruce tries to communicate with him.
chapter four: Clark finds the family. Bruce needs a nap.
Enjoy the story!
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The meeting, in fact, was a fluke. It was called automatically when one of the members got hurt and it sent out an alert which called the meeting. Barry didn’t get hurt per se. he just decided it’d be a fun idea to try out-swim a boat and crashed into it. So, the alarm went off because he got a blood nose. Clark was upset but decided to just continue on with his day.
He went back to the reef daily to look for Bruce. He honestly missed the other, they never really spoke, but he felt listened to when they were together. Well, he liked to think he was listened to. He had spent the morning in his apartment writing a report. It wasn’t the most fun, but by the time lunch rolled around he was definitely ready for a break.
He heads off on his way to the reef again, holding his pad and trying to memorize the flash pattern he figured out last time from Bruce. When he got there, he weaved in and out of coral, taking note of the damage, it had sustained. “not good,” Clark mumbled, running his fingers over a part that had a particularly nasty gash in it. He winced.
Clark saw a flash of black and turned with a grin. Seems Bruce had been looking for him too. Bruce sat perched on a piece of coral, looking down his nose at Clark intimidatingly, as if still trying to show Clark they weren’t buddy-buddy. Clark thought Bruce was being funny, a little bit dramatic. Until he saw a flash of silver behind the other. Peaking over Bruce’s shoulder was a Mer-pup, no older than 12, starring at Clark. He clearly wasn’t the same species of Bruce, not even close to it.
Dick was a four-winged flying fish Mer, silvery blue in colour and absolutely stunning. He had short, thick and plentiful black hair like a dark crown contrasting with his tan skin. He had a freckle under his eye, and when he made eye contact with Clark he waved slightly, wings twitching absentmindedly.
Clark waved back, staring at the pup. He was surprised Bruce had a pup, let alone one that seemed too attached to him. He was about to speak but heard a quiet. “hello.” From Dick. Clark didn’t know he could talk. “Uh- hi? What’s your name? kid?” he asked, about to swim closer, Bruce coiled himself. He was normally ok with Clark, but this was the first time Bruce brought his pup to meet him. He was a bit more hostile than usual.
Dick frowned and nuzzled under Bruce’s chin till he calmed down, before responding. “I’m Richard. But everyone calls me Dick.” He said, grabbing Bruces hand.
“My dad told me you’ve been meeting with him?” Dick asked, curious.
“Yeah,” Clark said feeling slightly confused, but mostly intrigued. “You can communicate with him? How?”
“Flashes,” Dick said, pointing at Bruces tail. As id sensing it, Bruce twitched his tail, flicking Dicks finger while Dick chuckled.
“I had to learn to decipher them quick, you know? He did take me in.”
Clark’s expression softened at Dicks words, eyes flicking to Bruce, who looked at Clark as if daring him to hurt his baby. “So, he isn’t your biological dad?”
Dick held back a laugh at that, staring at Clark. “Were two different species completely? That’s ridiculous. He took me in when my parents passed. Even if he doesn’t speak English, he understands it. He’s a good dad. For the most part.”
Clark smiled. It was cute, seeing the small bright pup talking to his dad. Who was currently eyeing Clark like if he fucked up his guts would decorate the ocean floor. Clark knew he was being tested. And he was not going to lose this time. Not now, not ever.
“You hungry, kid?” he asked with a smile. “oh, yeah! Dad said the fish here are good. And that he doesn’t have to catch them because you do- “
Bruce covered dicks face with his tail, a small flush dusting his cheeks.
“ - . ~ - - - / -.. ~ .. ~ -.-. ~ -.-“
Bruce flashed, giving the pup a look, as he made an embarrassed face. Dick huffed and stuck his tongue out, but Clark got the idea and went to go grab some fish.
Clark knew the other adult was embarrassed, but he couldn’t help but smile to himself as he hunted. He was slowly building trust with the other. He knew Bruce talked- well communicated with his kid about him when they were home. He knew Bruce had a kid now. Hell, since dick spoke English maybe he could get dick to write what the flashes were- or even just the key so he could learn to talk with Bruce on his own.
When Clark got back, he gave dick a fish and Bruce the rest. Bruce, as per normal, ate in regal silence. Simply enjoying his meal. He reluctantly let Clark sit next to his Pup, eyeing the two frequently as they spoke. But Bruce knew his pup needed someone to talk to. Especially if he couldn’t offer that part to him. So he let the two talk.
Meanwhile Dick and Clark were working. Clark had handed Dick his JL pad. Probably against the protocol, he knew it. But he took it to the personal notes side. Dick had walked him through what the flashes meant, helping write down some of the basic words then a key for an alphabet. Dots were short and sharp flashes, lines were flashes that lasted a second, after each letter the light would flicker, and after a word the flashing would stop for three full seconds.
It was incredibly helpful to Clark.
Dick did enjoy his fish, not as much as his dad but he had a thought that his dad came here mostly to look at the other, bright mer. The fact that his father was an excellent hunter was not lost on him.
When it got dark dick said his goodbyes, smiling at Clark and tagging along with his father as they swam off. Clark was about to turn and leave when he caught Bruce’s eye. Bruce had looked over his shoulder to Clark, and Clark felt the air knocked out of him when before Bruce disappeared with his pup into the dark, he smiled at Clark softly.
And gave him a little wave.
What if the justice leuge broke up due to a clash? And when dark side attacked, the only member who came was Bruce.
(Rät by Penelope Scot, read at discretion, enjoy.)
“Your… the only one who came?” Darkside said, starring at the man.
“You all can barely defeat me together. And you expect to survive alone?”
Bruce stared back at him. He was tired. Just tired. He’s been trying to keep everything together, keeping the world safe, dealing with his kids, and with the absolute mess that’s been left behind.
“No. But I’m the last chance they got.”
The villains brow furrowed as he looked down at the other. This… wasn’t what he expected. But, he could humour the human.
“Last chance, hmm? Tell me, why are they worth saving?”
That threw Bruce a pause. He finally met the gods gaze, with a questioning one of his own.
“I’ve grown up here. This is my home. I come from scientists and atheists and white men who kill God.” Bruce started. His voice pained and stoicism behind the mask crumbing.
“They made technology, high quality.
And complex, physiological, experiments and sacrilege in the name of ‘public good’s.
It taught me everything, just like a parent should.”
The villain listened, and waited. He hadent heard a cultish speak like this before. He had half a mind to just take the human then demand the others come to his rescue. But humans were allways fun to work up. He could let this one work himself up. It’d make him esiar to take prisoner.
“Mmm. go on.”
Bruce wasn’t even thinking at the moment. He’d been up and down with barely any sleep for the past week, trying to run the justice leuge alone. Which shouldn’t be bad since he was the only one who stayed, but was just that her because everyone had gone back to their own place. Heros were at an a time minimum and he had stepped up because of some damn complex. He wasn’t even able to take care of Gotham anymore, he left Dick and Jason with that.
“And it was beautiful, and vulnerable. Gave us power and success. God damn, I fell for it, the fame and words, their tunnels and tech. I studied hard, because I wanted to do one thing great, or two. And the real tragedy? half of it is true.” Bruce said getting more and more worked up. He was done trying to be strong. He was just gonna vent to someone, then leave and have a nap. Seemed the best option right now.
“But we’re all so fuckin' mean, we're elitist, we're as flawed as any church. And this faux-rad West coast dogma has a higher fuckin' net worth. I bit the apple 'cause I loved it, and why would they lie?
And then I realized it’s all just as naïve as I am.”
Bruce took a breath before continuing, tears brimming despite himself.
“Well, I don't want to eat the rich, I'd have to eat my heroes first.
And my tuition's paid by blood, I might deserve earths fate or worse.
But I don't need that goddamn money, I don't need jack shit, that’s true. So when I speak, you bet your life my words are trues.
Let me level with you, man, as someone guilty of the game, I took the help, I took the cash, I would've taken his last name.
So if any guy on Earth should get to make a call about this, It should be me, and as I see it, life’s a dick.”
i haven’t drawn anything in a minute. hey flash. magma materials are hard to use but it’s fun
