#batman speeding bullets

[lehoodcollector]

Did something different with the Golden Armor Wonder Woman. I did not realize this Batman Speeding Bullets was such a good figure!

[comicchannel]

DC Multiverse Superman Speeding Bullets Batman - McFarlane

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[dailydccomics]

Bruce Wayne x Lois Lane!!! except its actually Kal-El raised by the Waynes!!!! Elseworlds: where mindfucks happen!! Superman: Speeding Bullets (1993)

[flexingtyger99]

Superman: Speeding Bullets

[celaenaeiln]

Something fanon gets wrong

Dick Grayson is genuinely one of the greatest fighters in all of DC.

I know people have trouble believing this for some reason but a man who has defeated every single one of his enemies, other people’s enemies, and has consistently come out on top should have his abilities talked about a bit more because they’re amazing.

Let's start small to big. Firstly Donna talks about Nightwing's abilities.

When I read this I was confused by what she meant. Prowess means skill or expertise and that makes sense but Dick has a lot of power behind him though...

And then I realized she meant metaphysical power.

Dick isn't a magician. He can't run at supersonic speeds, throw buildings, speak to animals, communicate with the dark, fly above the clouds, bounce bullets off his chest (Oh, wait. He can do it off his ass instead never mind), turn into animals, or other amazing abilities. But his skill is so high that he is easily able to keep up with people who can.

M'gann, the white martian with extraordinary capabilities, tells Dick, "You are just a human, with no superpowers, yet you have consistently excelled throughout your career, despite being surrounded by godlike beings."

This is incredible.

We see Dick leading teams of superheroes and metas all the time and we take it for granted but we never acknowledge the immense power and skill he must have for him to be able to do this.

Repeatedly. Time after time. He outsmarts both his human allies and outfights his meta ones.

One of Dick’s greatest OP moments is when he takes down the entire Titans team -Gar, Raven, Donna, and Jason too when he hung around with them- single handedly. And when Jason put a gun to the back of his head in supposed victory, Dick opened his hand to let the golden bullets fall, gleaming in the light with the coldest line, “with these bullets?”

We all know how amazing Bruce is, but Dick is on Bruce's level.

No?

Okay, here's the evidence.

Dick has fought Azael in a sword fight to a standstill when Azael has beaten Bruce separately and Tim and Jason combined.

He has defeated Ra's in a sword fight and Ra's is one of the greatest swordsmen.

Sometimes he doesn't even need a sword to defeat a skilled swordsman.

He's a League of Assassins member and we all know that anyone from the League of Assassins is never just good. They're excellent. The entire fight Dick is looking for Blockbuster and he's so capable and good at fighting the entire scene was like watching Thanos flick Captain America away vibes. He's not even looking at him when he smashes his foot into Shrike's face!

Most importantly, he has defeated Deathstroke

The greatest thing about Dick is he is able to defeat Slade at the peak of Slade's abilities. Slade doesn't need to be weakened for Dick to win.

Here's where people has some hesitance accepting Dick's abilities.

"Bruce has defeated Slade but Dick has never been able to!"

He literally has in Dark Crisis but I'll give you the lead up.

Dick can easily disarm Slade.

He can predict Slade's moves ahead of time and properly counteract them.

He can go toe to toe with him and in one comic, they dance down a hallway, fighting, neither able to get the upper hand. The mercenary meta, considered by the US Government to be 1 of 2 greatest assassins (the other being Katana) isn't able to pin down and defeat a 20 year old despite his enhancements.

I left out the scene where Dick twisting Deathstroke's arm and smashing his face into a bedroom mirror despite being complete weaponless and in his civilian identity. No protection and no support. But it's another example of how Dick's poweress is much greater than people expect of him.

Of course there are panels where Dick has been defeated by Slade but Dick isn't 17/18 anymore. He isn't learning to fight without Batman hovering over his side.

Also there is a panel everyone references to when talking about Nigthwing losing to Deathstroke. This one.

sure. okay. whatever. BUT WHY WON'T YOU SHOW WHAT HAPPENS NEXT COWARDS?!?

THEY DANCE-FIGHT LIKE THEY'RE ENEMIES IN A BALLROOM ON OPPOSING SIDES BUT CAN'T AFFORD TO LET ANYONE FIND OUT.

THIS IS SOME HIGH LEVEL JAMES BOND-RED NOTICE-MISSION IMPOSSIBLE- TYPE SHIT.

"Close the hold, you morons! Close the--Guuk!"

That's Slade talking by the way. To his allies. Who do you think made him "GUUK!"?

And here they were evenly matched.

But Slade had to pull out bombs he had been saving for when other people came in order to defeat dICK AND HE STILL LOST BECAUSE DICK BESTED HIM.

Yup. Dick is just that good.

Nightwing defeated Bane

Before you go into saying something like "it was a holographic construction." What the fuck difference does that make? Does a holographic construction alter the strength used by the enemy, change their fighting style, phase through when fighting, act dumber than the real deal? No, right? The fact is Dick broke Bane's back the exact same manner that Bane broke Batman's. All those scenes of Bane punching Nightwing around? Let me remind you that the guy snuck up on Dick. The second time Dick underestimated Bane's powers before getting ready to put in real effort before Batman interfered to take Bane for himself.

All those amazing scenes of him defeating enemies that we've scoffed at recently? They're just a continuation of what already is written. It's not new or unbelievable, it's expected.

Here's my final point. Dick has defeated all of the Justice League's enemies in one go.

This is Batman/Superman comic where Kara gets infected so Dick as Batman sends her to the medbay while he tears down the Watchtower to save her. As in every single defense mechanism the Watchtower has, he demolishes it with his pure skill and abilities. Furthermore, the Watchtower defenses were enhanced by cyborg Superman to be lethal. To kill on sight.

Just. Phenomenal.

He did it! He defeated all of them and made it to the electronic controls he was aiming for.

Another thing I want to point is Dick's strength is greater than what people assume it to be.

He's the world's greatest acrobrat and has a build fitting of that but the strength he packs in his body is equal to that of a meta. Maybe it's because of how he only fights with metas and has teammates that are all metas but he has raised his striking power to equal that.

He shatters cyborg superman in one blow.

He can handle blows from meta humans in a way most others can't which suggests to me that he must've done some kind of training or have maybe increased pain tolerance or have the ability to backseat the pain so it won't affect his fighting. How many can take a hit and rise up the next second?

He's not metahuman. Batman must've done several tests because he also was amazed by robin Dick's poweress lol but really Dick is just extraordinary. Give him any enemy and he will garaunteed defeat them without using cheap tricks or surprise moves which is why he is one of the greatest. The only time people have gotten an upperhand on him is when he has been emotionally weakened. Emotionally. Imagine the absolute monster he would be if he controlled his emotions like Batman.

But I would never want him to though because his emotions are the reason why he's the light of DC.

[gffa]

"For a long time, you will live in the shadows. Isolated. Hidden and shieled away from anything but your mission. But others will find you in the dark. Friends you can't imagine. Some who can fly and shoot fire from their eyes, some who can stop bullets with their bracelets, who are so fast they can break the speed barrier. And children who will make you into a better man." "That sounds like a dream." "It's more than that… it's your family." Bruce comforting his own inner child dream self with the knowledge that he will still have a family, one beyond his wildest dreams, had me on the floor, both coming and going. The man who needs to comfort his child self and the child self who needs to be comforted, to be shown that there's a future beyond this moment, not just things to do or places to go, but people to love, family to surround him--this is the core of who Batman is and I am weeping about it.

[snakeredbirdbatkatana]

Slade's never been a betting man he knew that even when the cards look good you still might loose.

In a way he surprised he has gotten this far. Three Bats all waiting to die by his hand.

No Batman in sight only Red Hood, Nightwing, and Robin three little birdies who could never learn where they belong.

Wing's that he will get to clip.

He took Little Jason's own gun for this, after all might as well have him swallow his own bullet.

"Slade I'm truly surprised that you actually found the balls to do this."

-

Dick's terrified he can't be the comforting big brother right now.

He wants nothing more than to wrap his arms around Dami and Jay but he's frozen. There is no backup he can't even move his leg shattered by Slade. All he wants for once, is protection for Bruce to come wrap him in the cape and make everything be ok.

He hit his emergency becon but he knows no one is around to hear it.

As the gun drops Dick wants to pray, scream, and cry he doesn't know what changed but he's thankful and confused because what made Deathstroke the god damn terminator so scared.

-

Tim's pissed

Bruce goes off world leaving him with all the Fucking paperwork.

His stupid siblings get kidnapped, and now stupid Slade thinks he's not getting his ass kicked. There's a reason Ra's wants him on speed dial seems he will have to prove it again.

-

Slade takes a step back but before he can run a sword is at his throat and Red Robin stands between him and the other Bats.

[frownyalfred]

Does that mean that certain moves need Batman's approval before being used? Like, if Jason uses rubber bullets, Batman should approve of the speed/size of them?

I think Jason is a special case as he doesn’t operate directly under Batman as Red Hood (usually) so that’s more of a compromise between them. But Robins? Yes, 100% their moves need to be okayed by Bruce ahead of time.

Gotham is not the place to trial test a triple flip and realize you can’t land it safely. You don’t just put yourself at risk — you put Batman, the civilians, and your other team members in danger if it goes wrong.

Similarly, B might test those on injured reserve on some base moves before they’re allowed to return to the field. If you can’t get your grapple up, locked, and then down again in a certain amount of time, you’re a liability and need to keep resting/training.

Of course, Robins are all stubborn by nature. But all it takes is one mistake, and suddenly you’re in a grave.

[dailycass-cain]

As promised many months ago to end this day, here's a 🧵of the insanity Cassandra Cain's "human" body can do due to what David Cain put her through (besides the two obvious ones of body language and various forms of killing he trained her in).

The best issue that showcases that is of course Batgirl Vol. 1 #14 where various government agencies look at the footage Cass got caught filmed in.

The first few pages are literally showcasing how inhuman, but still bordering on human she is due to what David Cain put her through.

This is always fully covered throughout Batgirl Volume 1 and is usually forgotten when writers and editors tend to have their job. Not saying any names or storylines of any RECENT kind where a WAR broke out in GOTHAM.

is still salty YES

We've seen Cass's speed all the time throughout the Puckett run. To just showcase the prior issue's bullet dodging or her issue of Tim (#18) be child's play (along with her taking several shots up close and dodging each one from a certain corrupt government bastard).

Nah the best example of Cass's true "speed" is in #34 facing the mob boss Ving and his gang.

Yeah, you're seeing that right she is faster than a freaking bullet. Surprising how SOME seem to forget that in other comics. 🙄

Something even Batgirls remembered (#15) when Cass was playing shogun dodge with Cluemaster who was trying to shoot her with a shotgun.

But what of Cassandra's strength? Just how strong is she really?

#19 where Cass is faced with the obstacle of three-inch quartz preventing her from escaping a gas chamber. So let's examine just how thick three-inch quartz is.

Well, let's google just that.

A SEVEN on the hardness scale. Further research says that it can only crack due to "extreme impacts" which wouldn't ya know:

As for her body itself, Batgirl/Ghost: The Ressurection Machine #3 suggests this about Cass being immune to A LOT of poisons:

Something Batgirl Vol. 1 "sort of" delves in #50 when both she and Bruce are doused with a new batch of super drug but it turns out they were both immune to it due to them being built differently than normal humans.

This is all the more surprising because a few issues prior to (#46) Cass is doused with a version of it, but you could say given what she "sees" Cass is under A LOT of stress (the building tension with Bruce, Babs breaking up with Dick, Superboy/Black Wind stuff). Plus she does "sort of" snap out of it to beat the bad guys in that issue.

Just like in #51 she avoids the pheromones to Poison Ivy even though she is showing signs of falling under the hormones but snaps out of it due to willpower (something Bruce was almost succumbing to before he fully snapped out of it too).

It really feels like "this anti-poison" ability Cass had was all but forgotten once the series ended. Of course, naturally with a certain "infamous" story ONE YEAR LATER, but also Batman & Robin Eternal as she is affected by Fear Toxin (among other stuff too).

#9 & #59 showcase that David Cain shot Cass regularly so much that she can not even feel it. This could explain also HOW she was eventually able to dodge bullets and become so fast.

#22 also showcases this as well so this is not something simply just randomly put in. This was something the writers wanted to show the sickening lengths David Cain put Cass through.

Again, #14 brought up Cass's metabolism and how off the charts it was. I think something we just overlooked is that in #26 Cass slept for 20 hours a day for four days (or perhaps longer) straight until she fully recovered from fighting Lady Shiva.

That's not even going under the amount of food she consumes. This little detail was first showcased in #39 when Cass ate like she was freaking Goku.

This little bit of detail was brought back in #66 when she ordered THREE burgers (I'm assuming with everything on it) with three sides of fries and a BIG milk.

Amusingly, this detail was recently brought back in Nightwing #106 & #108 where she FEASTED on who knows how many pancakes.

Lastly, I feel this bit is worth mentioning as well from #47 with Doctor Lewis Friedman who started the theory on body language that David Cain made a frightening reality with Cass (shame he was never brought up again after this issue).

All this isn't even counting on the extremely LONG hours of shower time Cass picked up in the Gabrych run that even Willingham's Robin (which went on during this) teased (something again Batgirls kept up on).

So there you have it. The utter anomaly that is the body of one Cassandra Cain.

[spacedace]

I had more thoughts about my "Elle is the Ancient of the Speedforce" au idea so I'm gonna dump them here in bullet point format:

Elle decides to formally claim the Flash Fam as part of her Court, no one thinks much of this outside of "Oh that's neat" until it comes out that if anything happens to Elle, the FlashFam becomes the new Royal Family of Speedforce and that due to weird Infinite Realms laws Bart is the next in line for the mantle of Ancient of the Spaceforce

Elle can use any Speedster as a portal. She just decides who she wants to see and just comes crawling put of their chests like a god damn horror movie. It doesn't hurt the Speedster at all (it actually gives them a power boost for a bit) but it is absolutely fucking terrifying to witness this eldritch entity burst its way out of the Speedster in question. The FlashFam uses this as the ultimate intimidation tactic. It's super effective.

Now that they are in direct contact with the Speedforce itself (in a way) the Speedsters can get away with So Much Shit that they didn’t used to. Elle can now just pull them out of her core if they end up going to fast and now that they have someone who has the Ancient of Time on speed dial (ha) they get a heads up on what that particular attempt to fuck with time will result in

Technically Diana & the FlashFam are cousins now. The family reunions get a little wild. Batman has no idea how he's supposed to make contingencies for this shit

Anytime any of the Speedsters are having issues with the Speedforce they call Elle and she helps them figure it out and get it under control. Sometimes to help calm them down she will pull the Speedforce away from them completely

Elle decides that her Speedsters all need therapy. Jazz won't do it because since they're family now it'd be a conflict of interests but a few Yetis from the Far Frozen step up to help.

Anytime it looks like there is something truly world ending about to go down thr FlashFam call Elle to help out. Since she looks like a tiny twelve year old girl it results in a lot of funny moments of the Biggest Big Bads being like "This is all you got?" Seconds before having their faces melted off.

The reason Bart is Elle's heir is because he "inherited" Elle's. (And therefore Danny's) ability to duplicate.

Everyone finally chills out about the idea of Bart being Elle's heir only to discover that being her heir also makes him second in line for the throne of the Infinite Realms.

Constantine - once he stops having a panic attack about it - does try to sell his soul to each of the Speedsters just to see if it would work. It does, but since they technically out rank everyone else he's sold his soul too, anyone who has a soul contract with Constantine takes this to mean the new members of the Royal Family want *all* of Constantine's soul and hand thier contracts over to try and gain favor. Constantine now constantly feels like he's on the brink of having an adrenaline crash and no one will buy his soul off him anymore because no one wants to piss off the new royals lol

[will80sbyers]

Do you still have the list of movies that inspired ST4? I had a picture of it but I lost it and I haven't been able to find it since. Please and thank you in advance.

Yep!

Long post warning lol

300

2001: A Space Odyssey

47 Meters Down: Uncaged

12 Monkeys

28 Days Later

13th Warrior

Ace Ventura: Pet Detective

Ace Ventura: When Nature Calls

Altered States

Amelie

American Sniper

Analyze This

Annihilation

Aristocats

Armageddon

Assassins Creed

Avengers: Age of Ultron

Arrival

Almost Famous

Batman Begins

Batman V. Superman

Basket Case

Battle at Big Rock

Beauty and the Beast

Beetlejuice

Behind Enemy Lines

Beverly Hills Cop

Bill and Ted’s Bogus Journey

Billy Madison

Black Cauldron

Black Swan

Boondock Saints

Borat

Bram Stoker’s Dracula

Burn After Reading

Broken Arrow

Blade Runner

C.H.U.D

Con Air

Cast Away

Congo

Constantine

Children of Men

Cabin in the Woods

Crank

Casablanca

Carrie

Crimson Tide

Clueless

Dukes of Hazzard

Don’t Breathe

Death to Smoochy

Doom

Dark Knight

Dogma

Deep Blue Sea

Dreamcatcher

Drop Dead Fred

Die Hard

Die Hard 2

Die Hard 3

Don’s Plum

Dances with Wolves

Dumb and Dumber

Edward Scissorhands

Enter the Void

Ex Machina

Event Horizon

Emma (2020)

Forrest Gump

Fargo

Fisher King

Full Metal Jacket

Ferris Bueller

Fallen

Fugitive

Ghost

Girl with the Dragon Tattoo

Ghostbusters

Good Fellas

Girl Interrupted

Godzilla: King of the Monsters

Get Out

Good Will Hunting

Hackers

High Fidelity

Hellraiser 1

Hellraiser 2

Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets

Hidden

High School Musical

Hurt Locker

Heat

Hunger Games

Highlander

Hell or High Water

Home Alone

I am Legend

It’s a Wonderful Life

In Cold Blood

Inception

I am a Fugitive from Chain Gang

Inside Out

Island of Doctor Moreau

It Follows

Interview with a Vampire

Inner Space

Into the Spiderverse

Independence Day

Jupiter Ascending

John Carter of Mars

Jurassic World: Fallen Kingdom

James Bond (All Movies)

Julie

Karate Kid

Knives Out

Kingsmen

Little Miss Sunshine

Labyrinth

Long Kiss Goodnight

Lost Boys

Leon: The Professional

Let the Right One In

Little Women (1994)

Mad Max: Fury Road

Magnolia

Men in Black

Mimic

Matrix

Misery

My Cousin Vinny

Mystic River

Minority Report

Mr. and Mrs. Smith

Neverending Story

Never Been Kissed

No Country for Old Men

Nightmare on Elm Street 3: Dream Warriors

North by Northwest

Open Water

Orange County

Oceans 8

Oceans 11

Oceans 12

One Flew over the Cuckoo’s Nest

Ordinary People

Paddington 2

Platoon

Pulp Fiction

Papillon

Pan’s Labyrinth

Pineapple Express

Peter Pan

Princess Bride

Paradise Lost

Primal Fear

Prisoners

Peter Jackson’s King Kong

Reservoir Dogs

Ravenous

Rushmore

Road Warrior

Rogue One

Reality Bites

Raider of the Lost Ark

Red Dragon

Robocop

Shooter

Sky High

Swingers

Sword in the Stone

Step Up 2

Spy Kids

Saving Private Ryan

Shape of Water

Swept Away

Star Wars: Return of the Jedi

Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back

Superbad

Society

Swordfish

Stoker

Splice

Silence of the Lambs

Source Code

Sicario

Se7en

Starship Troopers

Scrooged

Splash

Silver Bullet

Speed

The Visit

The Italian Job

The Mask of Zorro

True Lies

The Blair Witch Project

The Lord of the Rings Trilogy

Tangled

The Craft

The Guest

The Devil’s Advocate

The Graduate

The Prestige

The Rock

Titanic

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles

The Fly

Tombstone

The Mummy

The Guardian

The Goofy Movie

The Peanut Butter Solution

Toy Story 4

The Ring

The Crazies

The Mist

The Revenant

The Perfect Storm

The Shining

Terminator 2

The Truman Show

Temple of Doom

The Cell

To Kill a Mockingbird

Timeline

The Good Son

The Orphan

The Birdcage

The Green Mile

The Raid

The Cider House Rules

The Lighthouse

The Book of Henry

The A-Team

The Crow

The Terminal

Thor Ragnarok

Twister

The Descent

The Birds

Total Recall

The Natural

The Fifth Element

True Romance

Terminator: Dark Fate

The Hobbit Trilogy

Unforgiven

Unbreakable

Unleashed

Very Bad Things

Wayne’s World

What Women Want

War Dogs

Wedding Crashers

What’s Eating Gilbert Grape

Welcome to the Dollhouse

Welcome to Marwen

Wet Hot American Summer

What Lies Beneath

What Dreams May Come

War Games

Who Framed Roger Rabbit

Weird Science

Willow

Wizard of Oz

Wanted

Young Sherlock Holmes

You’ve Got Mail

Zodiac

Zoolander

[lehoodcollector]

Decide to do a setup cause I was bored! #batmanspeedingbullets #wonderwoman1984 #mcfarlanetoys #dcfigures #batmanwonderwoman #dcelseworlds #toyphotography #marvelsurtur #surtur

[natalievoncatte]

Here's a quick snippet of something I'm working on. This is from a discarded draft, but I'm still thinking of rewriting it and using it as the cold open for the story.

The bullet in her leg was going to be a problem.

Lena had been in scrapes before. This was, after all, the third version of her armor, each one built after the previous one had failed her in some way. It had taken her six long years to work out the balance between strength and agility, speed and power; to enhance her stealth abilities and find the right balance of preparation vs weight in her equipment. Prior to that she'd spent almost ten years preparing for her mission. Traveling, studying, learning, inventing.

At first her only concern had been blades and bullets. That had been easy to deal with. Her armored suit consisted of a base layer of electrically activated fibers that simulated fast twitch muscle fibers and could boost her overall strength output five fold, making her the physical equal or better of any enemy she might encounter in the field. A layer of kevlar-nomex triweave and proprietary composite armor plating over that made her quick and agile but well protected against guns and knives.

Tonight she'd learned that well protected wasn't totally protected.

It was almost funny, after everything that had happened in those five years, everything she'd overcome, that a gang of corrupt cops and mob thugs would be the ones to take her down.

Oh, and make no mistake, she had been taken down. She might have escaped the Axis Chemical factory, but she wasn't going to make it to the extraction point, and she knew it. She wasn't going to make it to Alfred this time.

They'd find her, eventually, pry her out of the armor, and reveal to the world that the Batman had been Lena Wayne all along. Of all the things she regretted as the plain flared in her thigh and she felt hot blood flowing beneath the inner layer of her suit, Lena was surprised to find that one of the things she'd regret most was not getting to see the looks on their faces when they found out.

She'd faced down plant toxins and freeze cannons and a shape-shifting monster. Aliens and metahumans and magicians. She'd taken them all on and come up ahead.

You know what? Lena decided, this isn't too bad. No, it wasn't a good death, but she was going out on her terms, knowing that she'd made some small difference. Maybe someone else could carry on her work. She'd left journals behind, set out instructions for what was to be done with her inventions and technology and the Wayne fortune. She would leave good in the world behind her. Martha and Thomas, the people who'd taken her in and raised her, would be proud. Bruce, her little brother who'd been the bravest man she ever knew, would be proud.

Maybe it would be a good death after all.

Lena stumbled through the open construction, threading between exposed I-beams. It wasn't in her to give up, to stop limping forward. She'd locked out her wounded leg, turning the suit rigid so she could hobble on it, and had already hit herself with an adrenaline auto-injector to keep her eyes open. She could make it to the extraction if she just kept moving.

Just keep moving.

As she limped forwards, Lena wondered how she'd get down. One problem at a time. She was in no shape to use a grapple line to get to street level. Keep moving. The pain in her leg was shocking, excruciating. She wondered if the bullet had fractured her femur. Maybe. She'd been hurt before, of course. Bullet to the back that slipped between armor plates and punched through, once, and all the ones that didn't hurt like hell anyway; it was like being pummeled with baseballs.

The display on the inside of her cracked helmet was lit up with warning lights and messages she didn't have time to parse. She knew what some of them were: Corrosive damage to the suit, drained power cells, her vitals plummeting, and the repeating all points bulletins declaring that the Batman was to be arrested on sight for the murder of Jack Napier.

Lena made it to the edge and leaned on a steel beam, looking down. Two blocks over to the extraction point. Alfred would be waiting for her. He'd get her out of the suit, patch her up, make it better. Alfred always made it better. She had to try. She had to try to get back.

Fumbling, she almost tumbled right off the edge until she slumped against the beam, her wounded leg starting to slide out from under her. She had to hug the steel to pull herself back up, prop herself up on the locked armor segments.

No, she wasn't going to make it, she realized. This was it. No heroic last stand, no final sacrifice, just bleeding out in a half-finished bougie apartment complex that had been stripped of all its copper five times. Lena wanted to laugh, but her lungs could only wheeze.

She almost didn't realize it when the half-skeletal building shook from a gust of wind.

No, not a wind. A blur of motion.

Her HUD lit up with proximity alarms, the onboard computers panicking when the sensor systems started failing from lack of power or severe damage. She really wanted to laugh. What now?

Turning, Lena put a hand on the beam to keep herself upright, and sighed.

No amount of preparation, no amount of refinement to her suit, would ever prepare her for this.

The Kryptonian strode across the plywood construction floor, cape majestically billowing behind her. Even in the dark she seemed alive with light, haloing her flawless golden curls and alive in her sky blue eyes, like she brought the sun with her. Her bright blue and red uniform stood in stark contrast against the muted grays, blues, and blacks of Gotham by night. Below them, sirens wailed. Hunters on the prowl for their wounded prey.

"What do you want?" Lena rasped. Her helmet altered her force into a deep growl.

"Batman," said Supergirl, "there's an all points bulletin out for your arrest."

"What else is new?"

Even now, she was the detective, stalling. The helmet's systems were scanning Supergirl's face, matching against her own facial recognition database using algorithms she'd written herself. The suit did all this automatically, so that she had complete files when she returned to the Cave.

"They're saying you killed a man tonight," said Kara. "I'm taking you in."

"I'm not going anywhere with you," Lena coughed, the sound exploding in a garbled belch from her damaged helmet.

"You can barely stand," said Supergirl. "That wound in your leg needs medical attention. Just let me help you."

"Help me?" Lena spat, reaching for her belt. "Don't be absurd."

"You're coming with me either way," said Supergirl, edging closer. "Trying to fight me is pointless. You don't stand a chance."

"Want to test that theory?" said Lena.

Supergirl shook her head.

The suit came back with a facial recognition match.

DANVERS, KARA.

Her biographical data began to scroll across Lena's vision. She dismissed it with a laugh.

"It figures," she muttered.

"What?" said Supergirl. She moved closer. "I can hear your heart rate decreasing. I'll take you to a hospital. I promise, you'll get a fair hearing, you just-"

Lena laughed again. "A fair hearing. You must be joking."

Supergirl edged closer. "Wait. You're using a voice changer."

Lena's eyes shot open wide inside her helmet. "How... of course. Superhuman hearing, right?"

"Wait," said Kara, "wait, I know that voice. Lena?"

[dailydccomics]

a universe where the Waynes found Kal-El and raised him as Bruce Wayne Superman: Speeding Bullets (1993)

[batmanisagatewaydrug]

out of curiosity, is there anything that Tom King has written for/about Batman that you do like?

Nate I'm gonna be so real with you: I like a lot of the spaghetti that King throws at the wall when he's writing. unfortunately you hardly get time to say "hey, that's neat" before he's loaded the spaghetti into a cannon and starts firing it at you at speeds calculated to kill.

an example that I think about absolutely goddamn constantly is King's original character The Help, from the abysmal miniseries Killing Time. The Help starts out as a cool idea: an older, extremely prim killer for hire who prides himself on his professionalism and is less than impressed by the costumed freaks that are just starting to rise to prominence in Batman's early days. he's known and feared by younger criminals, he's prone to critiquing the fighting style of his enemies up to and including offering them pointers, he's aggressively polite, etc. he's fun!

except he can't just be fun, he has to have trained every other famed combatant in the DC universe. yeah, he's better than Canary and the Question and Lady Shiva. oh, and did we mention he knows Ra's? yeah, Ra's actually initially wanted The Help to be his successor, Bruce is just his second pick. King doesn't really do subtlety, you know? he just hamfists his shit in and uses the existing DC lore to prop it up until his story ends up looking like that prokopetz post about how Supernatural ends up being about fighting the devil's more evil cousin Phil because the writers didn't know how to do anything but escalate.

the worst offender by far, TO ME, is his issue of One Bad Day, wherein King decides to take on the incredibly loaded legacy of the Killing Joke and handles it with all the tact of a musk ox by using it as a cheap device to prop up his Hannibal Lecter-esque Riddler. oh, that whole thing with the Gordons? yeah, that wasn't actually the Joker's idea. the Riddler came up with the actual plan, the Joker just carried it out. isn't that scary? isn't that fucked up? don't you want to take the Riddler seriously now? welcome to his twisted mind.

to me it seems like King is a pretty okay ideas guy but can't stop shooting himself in the dick when asked to follow through, which would be funny if the bullets didn't keep ricocheting to hit my favorite characters.

[bluebeetless]

hurt

jaime reyes/reader

summary: you get hurt on a mission, jaime is there to help.

tags: near death experience, angst with a happy ending, eventual fluff, jaime is stressed in this fic, i love him i just want to put him through as much emotional torture that i can because he’s so babygirl 🫶, lowercase intended :3

warnings: violence, some blood, near death experiences, hospitals, i used google translate for the spanish- please let me know if anything is wrong :)

- ̥۪͙۪˚┊❛ bluebeetless’ writing ❜┊˚ ̥۪͙۪◌

“how copy, comet?” batman asks, voice unbothered as he fights down below. your mech had barely been dented. “all good up here, how’re you mr. b?” you ask, smiling a little. “don’t call me that.” batman replies gruffly, comms turning off. you can’t help but laugh, landing safely. “hey, comet! need some support over here!” you hear red robin yell, and turning you see your friend cornered by two of the gangsters. “i’m on it.” you reply smoothly, jetting over.

your mech collided with one of them, sending it tumbling over. tim manages to fight off the one alone as you deal with the second one. “uh, guys! one is heading towards the city!” jaime, your beloved boyfriend, informs you over the comms. “don’t worry, i’ll get it.” you take off, leaving your team behind. “comet, wait!” batman snaps, yet he has to focus on the group of goons that they could only assume that the riddler sent based on the odd designs of their clothes.

“y/n, wait up!” jaime calls, trying to pick up speed, yet your mech was faster. “relax, jaime. i’ve got this!” you reply, following the man’s car easily. this time, batman is talking to you. “comet, fall back and wait for the team.” you glance back slightly, yet it’s awkward because of your mech. “there’s no point, either you won’t get here in time or we lose this guy completely. just trust me.” you turn back to the car, which seemed quite advanced in technology, aiming your guns with precision. “y/n look out!” jaime yells, just as your mech beeps to warn you of an approaching threat. “woah-!” you swerve, sending out your flares that destroyed the missile. “too close…” you mumble, looking back at the car. “i’ve almost got this.” you say over the comms. “just forget it comet, you’re too far away to support- come back here now!”

“i cant! they’ll be in the city!” you argue, determined to stop this car. once again settling your aim on the car, you fire, riddling it with bullets and causing it to swerve off of the bridge and fall down into the murky water below. you turn, going to jet back to the fight. the warning comes up again, and you glance to your left. “there’s a fucking helicopter?!” you exclaim, pushing your mech’s nitrous button so you could evade more effectively. “we’re on our way, comet!” jaime replies, some wind affecting his comms. ‘missile detected’ flashed on your screen, you try not to show any panic. moving your arms down, your mech dips below the bridge as you swoop under it, coming out the other side easily. you were silently praying that the missile would fall down into the ocean after exhausting itself, yet you could only assume it was catching up on you.

“y/n!” jaime yelps as a blow rattles your mech. “shit..!” you grunt at the force, trying to regain some sense of control as your mech plummets towards the ocean. your stats are critical and your thrusters are dead, so, you do whatever you can to prevent dying in a mech crash- you grab the hatch above you, pulling it hard. your mech ejects you, and you see the baby that you had built from hand smoking, fire evident. you don’t feel scared, only sad. another explosion pushes your body back, sending you flying. everything goes black as you land in the dark water.

—

“fuck- fuckfuckfuck..!” jaime pants, peering over the edge of the bridge. the fight was finally over, yet you had been shot down; the exploded mess that was once your mech was slowly sinking in a patch of the water around gotham, it’s a mangled mess. “relax, beetle. i’m sure she’s fine… she’ll surface soon.” tim pats his back, trying to soothe him. ‘go down, search for your mate’ the scarab is screaming, jaime can barely think. bruce is calling for police backup as well as search and rescue. “i have to go down there- i have to check.” hopping over the bridge, jaime lets his wings expand as he flies down. his eyes scan over the water’s surface around your mech- searching for anything that would tell him that you’re okay. “come on, baby… where are you?” he whines, moving further down for a better look.

a body catches his eye and his heart lurches. khaji da is making so many demands he can barely think, so he doesn’t, he swoops down, snatching you up. “i’m here, mi amor- i’ve got you. just stay with me, yeah? stay with me.” he mumbles, flying back up to the bridge. you’re bleeding, profusely, and so he lays you down carefully in front of bruce. “can you help her?” he begs, looking up at the older man. “it’s best we wait for medical…” bruce mutters, kneeling down to check your vitals. “we can’t wait- she could-!” jaime cuts himself off, not wanting to snap at some of the best people in his life. “let me see.” tim moves into place beside you, leaning down, his ear near your mouth. “she might of swallowed water…” he mutters, placing his hands upon your chest to provide with cpr. jaime can barely watch as he stares down the road, watching flashing lights and sirens come closer.

—

“i’m here, y/n, i’ve got you. just stay with me okay? you remember our promise right?” jaime asks you, yet he doesn’t receive a response. you’re unconscious, just out of surgery. he watched you flatline, watched the doctors shock the life back into your body. he was a wreck. it had been three days and you were still unstable. of course, the media was all over this- yet a lot of people were saying you were fine to avoid any panic amongst the public. jaime wipes his eyes again, by now they’re probably red and puffy. ‘your mate is injured’. khaji da reminds him. he nods. “i know. she needs time to heal.” jaime responds. ‘protect her. care for her.’ the scarab demands. “i’m trying.” he sniffles. “i’m scared.”

‘fear will bring you down. you must be strong.’ khaji da scowls. jaime sighs. “again, im trying..!” he argues, resting his head in his hands. “if she dies… i don’t know what i’ll do if she dies.” jaime can barely breathe, no matter how hard khaji da tries to console him. ‘she will not die. she is strong.’ the scarab tells him. jaime tries to gather himself, yet he can only break down further. “please wake up, y/n. i need you.” he begs.

—

you wake up slowly, feeling groggy and gross. there’s a methodical beep next to you. you blink a few times, letting your eyes focus. turning your head, you spot a very comically large bouquet of flowers, as well as a familiar face slumped in a chair beside you. “jaime.” you call out, voice croaky. he jumps awake, shuffling his chair closer. “oh, my love- my sweet girl, are you alright? does it hurt?” he gushes, cupping your cheeks and kissing you sweetly. “i’m fine- is my mech okay?” you ask, feeling a harsh strain in your chest. “your mech-? you almost died and you’re worried about your mech?” jaime scolds, yet you can tell how relieved he is. “hey-! that thing took a long time to build.” you mumble, lazy smile on your lips. “hush, niña tonta.” he mutters, kissing you again. “does your chest hurt?” jaime asks, hand resting over yours.

“a little…” you reply, thumb rubbing against his. jaime hums. “the doctor said it would.” he replies, bringing your hand up to his lips to press a kiss to your knuckles. “why, what happened?” you ask, watching his eyes sadden. “you… y/n they had to use a defibrillator, you almost died- you did..!” he chokes up a little, sighing as he looks down. “jaime…” you frown; you hated seeing him upset. “it’s okay, i’m here.” you mumble, moving your hand to gently cup his cheek. “i know- i could of lost you… i haven’t left the damn hospital since you got here.” he sniffles, smiling weakly. “i’m sorry, jaime… i shouldn’t of been stupid.” you tell him, thumb rubbing his wet cheek. “no, no it’s okay… the news has been praising you specifically for ‘saving gotham once again’. everyone’s proud of you.” jaime replies, hand resting over yours. you smile weakly. “stay with me.” you suggest. jaime let’s out a soft laugh. “baby, i wouldn’t leave even if they tried to drag me out by my arms.” he jokes, leaning down to kiss you again.

—

two days later, you wake up again. your mind is pleased to be in your bed, in your home, and not in some uncomfortable hospital bed being poked and prodded by nurses. jaime is curled around you, keeping you warm and, in his mind, safe. his face was buried into your neck, he’s snoring into the crook of your shoulder. when you first got with him, it kept you up, yet you put up with it out of pure love. now, you couldn’t sleep without him. closing your eyes again, you let yourself relax, listening to birdsongs in the early hours of the morning.

minutes tick by, and you can’t help yourself from fluttering soft kisses along his shoulder and up his neck. jaime hums softly, kissing your jaw in response. “morning, mi vida.” jaime mutters, nuzzling his face into your neck. “morning, jaime.” you respond softly, stretching your legs carefully. “how’re you feeling? any pain?” he asks, peeling away from you to check you over. “m’fine, baby. my stitches haven’t popped or anything.” you respond, kissing his lips gently. “good. stay here, baby. i’ll make us some breakfast.” he responds, giving your lips one last peck before getting up. “i love you..!” you call after him, listening to him chuckle. “i love you too, baby.”