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[camo-wolf]

Ok I’ll admit this cover is cute

Batman and robin #12

[thebatmananimated]

THE BATMAN 2004 CHARACTER ART FROM THE OFFICIAL STYLE GUIDE :o)

LINK TO GOOGLE DRIVE CONTAINING EVERYTHING FROM THE STYLE GUIDE, INCLUDING CHARACTER ART, GRAPHICS, AND TURNAROUNDS

[morgansunflower]

Home Again

Bruce Wayne X Kent! Kryptonian! Reader

Warnings: character injury, angst, explicit language and injury.

Words: 1234

Requested taglist@too-strong-to-lose @asrainterstellar

Arthur's notes! Batmom is Clark's sister. Kon is the second clone of Bruce and Y/N. He is found when Tim is Robin and is 9 years old. Unlike his brother Conner(who is 19), he does continue aging physically.

With Bruce's back broken by Bane. Conner takes his, place as Batman temporarily. Little Kon runs off feeling afraid as he's completely out of control. Jason is naturally surprised when he shows up at his place.

Kon gazed intently with much dismay to his Dad as he laid in the bed. He was wearing a back brace from Bane bending his spine, breaking his back. He had a IV giving him antibiotics. He hears his Dad's heartbeat that was weak. The heart monitor was like a, loud speaker against his little ears.

He swallows hardly hearing Bruce's soft winces in pain. Kon couldn't stand it. Before his mother could look to his distraught face.. He speeded to his room.

Noticing their little brother was absent. Cass and Tim tried to comfort him. Once he wouldn't answer their pleas. They applied pressure to Kon's bedroom door but found that it was to no avail.

Kon had heard their footsteps and sat in front of his door so they wouldn't see, him quite this upset.

"Kon listen to me buddy. Bruce is gonna be OK" Tim promised him

Tim pushed at the door again and this time it opened however revealed Kon.. Was gone.

"shit" Tim cursed..

Kon could be anywhere. The whole family excluding their mom was notified, as they thought she was already worried enough. No one knew where he was. Conner unfortunately was a bit busy at the moment taking Batman's place.

Jason puts on his jacket and curses every word he knew. He opens the door abruptly and felt as if he was hit by a train. He takes a deep breath. There in front of his door Kon-El Wayne, nearly soaking wet from the rain pouring down...

"dammit kid are you trying to catch a cold!" Jason scolds with a deep worry in his voice he tried to conceal.

Jason let's Kon in and let's everyone know Kon's safe.....

Jason walks to his room grabbing a t-shirt and one of his black motorcycle jackets in his closet. He comes back to Kon who was strangely silent and very still...

"here put these on" Jason ordered tossing the clothes to his little brother.

Kon took off his wet shirt and put on Jason's shirt with his jacket. Both items of clothing nearly engulf him.

Jason opens his fridge. What would he like? Bread?.. Guess he's stuck cooking. Jason preheated the oven and gathered ingredients for cookies..

"you know how to bake?" Kon asked giggling

Jason quirked his eyebrow "do you want the food or not brat?"

"just kidding" he laughed "want some help?" he offered

"sure" Jason accepted

The two brother's made cookies together and once they were done. They enjoyed them, while sitting on the couch. Kon sighed softly to himself waiting for Jason to something.. Anything... But he said nothing.

"are you not going to ask me why I'm here?"

"no heard about Bruce figured you needed to take breather. As to why you chose my place of all wonderful places in Gotham.. I'm curious, otherwise you don't have to tell me anything"

Kon shrugged.. "I guess cause you're fun"

"you guess?" Jason laughs "damn am I that terrible?"

"no" Kon laughs "I've been here for a few hours.. I probably need to get back home"

Jason grabs his keys to his impala "it's still pouring down rain. I'll give you a ride home"

Kon couldn't deny that it was certainly not like Jason to go to the Manor without a real emergency. He certainly wasn't going to tell him no..

As they arrive at the Manor. Kon reaches for the handle to open the car door, but hesitated. He looks to his older brother with pleading eyes, begging him to come. Jason's expression remained blank.

"you're not coming inside. Are you?"

"nope. Tell.. Tell everyone I said hi" Jason told his little brother

Kon reaches up hugging Jason's neck. He was naturally surprised as Kon NEVER hugged him, at least certainly not moments like this. As he let's go he super-speeded inside the Manor. Jason smiled softly and reaches to turn the key, but felt nothing.

He scoffed with a wry smile "that little thieving brat"

Jason opens his car door intending to go inside, get his keys and get out in one swift motion. Hopefully undetected by his family of super-hearers and detectives.

Y/N lovingly touched Bruce's forehead rubbing it gently with her thumb. He tilts his head gently kissing the palm of her hand.

"Jason's home. He's OK" she softly said

Bruce only smiled softly. He could feel the bit of worry in her touch against his cheek. He wished speaking wasn't so painful. He wished he could hold her and promise her that he's OK.

Jason tried to walk slower past the recovery room of the Manor. He thinks he's made it as he made it past the door.

"Jason" she said

Jason sighed heavily turning around to look to his, mom "look Kon just showed up so I came to drop him off and the little brat stole my keys. So I'm just getting the back" he defends

"I see.. How are you doing?" she asked

Jason sighed "... I'm okay. How's B?"

"he's in a lot of pain but he'll be OK. Have you been sleeping any better?" she softly questioned

".. I have my nights.." he shrugged "I'm sorry Ma but I gotta go I'll try to be by tomorrow.. Maybe"

Before he took another step his mother embraced him. She feels his hesitant arms wrap around her. Y/N hears his heartbeat slowly calm down to a softer beat.

"I love you son" she smiled kissing his head

Jason let's go of her before he truly becomes emotional...

".. love you too Ma" he gently said

Jason went to the family room seeing Tim, Cass and Kon. All three were watching a movie together. Cass paused the movie smiling to her brother.

"hey Jay! Didn't expect you to hang around. Want to watch the movie with us?" Tim offered in a inviting tone

"nah I came to collect something of MINE" Jason said looking at his little brother

"I don't know anything about it!" Kon playfully defends folding his little arms and looking away

"keys twerp!" Jason said with a open hand.

"here" Kon scoffed tossing Jason his keys that he easily caught "oh your jacket!" Kon motions to take the clothing off. "and your shirt" he then chuckled.

"keep 'em. It'll make up for me missing your birthday last month" Jason smiled to him ruffling his hair

"thanks Jason" Kon grinned giving him a genuine hug.

"don't mention it bud" Jason smiled "well I guess I better get going"

"noooo!!" Kon whined holding his brother tightly so he couldn't move.

"c'mon don't disappoint the little munchkin" Tim pleads

Cass put her hands together in a pleading manner. Jason sighed with a small smile shaking his head no

"Jason? I didn't know you were home" Dick smiled

"hey Jay! Glad to see you're still alive and well" Duke joked

"just dropping by" Jay scoffed

"you sure? It's been a while since you've stayed" Conner pleads stepping into the room

Alfred stepped in with a cart of assorted snacks and desserts. Everyone looked to Jason hoping they'd change his mind.

"Master Jason. Would you care for a bite?" Alfred kindly offers

"thanks Alfred but--humph" he grumbled unable to get Kon off of him. He was a little overwhelmed by the affection by well.. Everyone "unfortunately I don't have time for snacks"

"please" Kon begged

"alright fine! But only for a hour!" Jason scowled defeated but deep down.. He missed home.

[kirain]

My favourite bit of BG3 lore is that Withers is legitimately responsible for the Dead Three, but he's probably too embarrassed to tell you, so every time you ask him to elaborate he just gives you a very stern, "Noooo."

I also love that the reason he's responsible for their uprising is because he got bored. He literally got bored of his position as Lord of the Dead and wanted to retire, so when these three morally questionable humans came looking for godhood he was like, "Hmmm. Yes, okay. Here. Take my portfolios. Fight over them. I don't care. I quit."

So after bowling with skulls in a friendly competition to decide who would get what portfolio, they took up his powers and wreaked havoc on the world. Only at that moment did Jergal, AKA Withers, AKA our precious Bone Daddy think, "I'm just now, internally, asking myself, in quite a worried way, whether I might've made an error."

So he joins your merry band and watches your escapades, calmly twiddling his fingers while you clean up his mess. He's happy to lend his aid, even to the point that he'll bring Durge back to life if they reject Bhaal, even though he technically shouldn't. But he's Withers. The rules don't apply to him. If Ao doesn't like it, he can descend from the Heavens and say it to his rotting face.

And the reason he saves Durge isn't necessarily because he likes them or because he's a morally good entity (though one certainly could make that argument), but because he wants to add insult to injury. He steals Bhaal's child with a big smile on his face, dubs them his Chosen, and praises them for rejecting all the power they were promised. But of course, he still doesn't tell them who he is—or rather who he was.

Then, when all is said and done, he throws Tav and their companions a cute little party. No one knows it's probably half a thank you party and half a "Withers is bored again" party. And if anyone misbehaves, he'll get irritated and whisk them away. Because how dare they? He put a lot of work into that.

And at the end of it all, he walks up to a mural of the Dead Three and basically goes, "Lmao. Thou didst fuck around, and thou didst find out." Just savagely roasting them.

And then poof!

He waves them into non-existence.

[gaurdibuja]

THE DEAD THREE

Had a blast with Baldurs Gate 3, so I definitely had to draw this 3 awesome characters, so well written.

If you hadn't played it yet you should definitely give it a try!

[raynewolfegirl]

Meta Jazz, the Arkham Intern Therapist Pt1

Update 5/16/2024: Congrats guys, gals, and others! You have planted the seeds and they have grown. Today I wrote another 46 pages on this story (the first section was only 9 pages ya'll). I'm working on splitting it up into smaller sections so I can post it now because tumblr said no to doing it as one piece. I'll be using the tag #Meta Jazz Arkham Intern Therapist if you want to follow it.

Original Note: I'm going to go ahead and apologize for how OOC Bane is in this. It originally was Joker but I couldn't see Jazz tolerating his proximity for more than a single millisecond so Bane it is.

~*~*~

The hardest thing about being a Meta in Gotham was responding appropriately during a Rouge's attack, Jazz mused to herself. Or perhaps that was just the hardest part about being a Meta intern at Arkham while studying psychology at Gotham University. Or maybe it was just her, she considered watching the guards and Dr. Rylie whom she'd been shadowing for the past 2 weeks wide eyed, pale, and shaking as theybstared at Bane behind her. It must just be her, Jazz decided, newbie guard Kyle Jennings was definitely a Meta after all. She should probably give him some tips on hiding his enhanced strength considering how often he broke mugs, door handles, and other delicate items used in daily life.

"Weapons down or I'll snap her skinny little neck." Bane growled out, shaking her slightly for emphasis. She very much doubted that. Liminials were built different than the standard Meta, stronger, faster, better endurance, and senses even if they could mostly appear to be standard humans on the outside.  As such, their bones and muscles were much were much denser than regular humans or even Meta humans. Technically, she could be considered "invulnerable" much like the Kryptonians are.

"Back up! Let him through!" Dr. Rylie  shouted at the guards. "She's my student! Let him through!" His voice was higher pitched than she could recall hearing it before.

Ah. That was panic.

Jazz sighed involuntarily and glanced over her shoulder at Bane. Why the man had grabbed the only person close to his own height nearby was a mystery to her - no, nevermind, he clearly meant to use her as a shield - but it made looking him in the eye more difficult than necessary.

"Mr. Bane, remove your hands from my person, please." Jazz stated calmly, channeling what Danny called her inner mom as she spoke. "I will give you to one to comply."

Bane looked stunned for a moment then laughed.

"Five."

The laughing continued. Jazz could sense a stir of uncertainty through her colleagues as they looked on.

"Four."

"Did you really think that would work?" Bane snorted out, arms tensing more around her.

"Three." She continued, indifferent to his words from her experiences raising her brother. Once the count down starts you mustn't respond to anything the kids do or say until they comply or the count is done.

"What cab you even do if I don't?" Bane asked darkly breathing directly in her ear. She kept her face expressionless despite the urge to express disgust.

"Two."

"Jasmine..."  Kyle whispered halfway across the hall from her looking on with a pained and horrified expression. Gun tilting towards the floor. Sloppy.

"One." She finished and Bane gave a derisive snort.

Then she was moving. Hauling the enormous man up and over her shoulder using the arm that had been wrapped around her neck. Bane hit the cold tile hard enough that the tiles, subfloor, structural supports, and part of the concrete foundation buckled beneath him. His shoulder popped out of joint, his wrist cracked - a hairline fracture by the sound of it -  and his breath was punched out of him from the force of impact. She released his arm as soon as his was embedded in the tiles and moved forward. Kneeling over him, support most of her weight on her left foot resting on the broken ground, her right knees pressed firmly across his throat without supporting any of her weight. The position put more strain on her muscles than she would've liked but at least Bane couldn't risk fighting back without crushing his own neck in the process. He could hardly throw her while flat on his back with a mangled arm.

"Now," Jazz began, looking directly into the behemoth's pained eyes. "Do you know what you've done wrong?" She asked like she would have done with Danny as a child.

"Yes, Ma'am." Bane choked out. Jazz heard movement and murmuring behind her. She didn't turn to look.

"What did you do wrong?" She asked. It was important to make sure children correctly understood why they were in trouble after all. There was a long pause as Bane appeared to cast around for the exact right answer as if he feared getting it wrong. A bad habit Danny still uses as well, Jazz thought to herself.

"I tried to hold you hostage," He choked out in a rush, words tumbling over one another as he tried to get them all out. "I scared you coworkers and it was very disrespectful."

So he'd gone for the grab-bag response. It wasn't wrong per sey but it did indicate a past history of abuse. The type of answer given by someone who expected to be harmed or ignored if they gave the "wrong" answer. Danny tended to use that method also and their parents had always been negligent at best.

"And are you going to do it again?" She asked giving him a Look as she did. Bane's eyes widened and he tried to frantically shake his head as much as possible with the pressure on his neck.

"No, Ma'am." He promised fervently.

"Alright then," Jazz said giving him a warm smile. She gestured vaguely towards the guards without turning to look at them. "Kyle here is going to take you to see the nurse and then back to your room then. I'm sure you'll behave for him?"

"Yes, Ma'am. I'll behave." Bane said. Jazz stood slowly asking sure not to put any additional pressure on his neck as she did. Kyle came and stood next to her as the giant of a man slowly pulled himself to his feet then led him away with 5 other guards.

Jazz heaved a sigh. Well, time to find out whether or not she could play all that off as normal, non-Meta human behavior.

[filmgifs]

"Now is not the time for fear. That comes later."

Tom Hardy as Bane || The Dark Knight Rises (2012)

[animentality]

Bane, Myrkul, and Bhaal might've succeeded if they'd picked these three instead.

[graypark214]

[calistozom]

«Looking after children is easy»

Post-credits scene in a nutshell >w<

[dailydccomics]

DC's Hispanic Heritage Month variant covers by Pablo Villalobos

[adinafay]

I like to think Bhaal spends the entire timeline of BG3 just so incredibly confused and absolutely pissy about why he can't convince anyone - even his most special, Chosen, purest of Bhaalspawn- to murder for simple murder's sake.

Not that Bhaal doesn't appreciate murder more generally, but also how in the hells is he supposed to achieve global-genocide when everyone, even his own idiot kids, keeps using his precious murder as a mere tool, a means to their own ends, ya know?

He has to be a helicopter-parent to Durge about it:

Pre-tadpole Durge is so in-want of connection that they have to be under constant supervision by their specially-assigned butler to try and keep them on task. ("Stop bitching and let me live vicariously through you like all the other sport-parents!")

Then, even that isn't enough to stop them from connecting with Bane's lil shit "Gortash" and eventually starting in with the crown/Absolute plan ("Why in the hells are we using MY MURDER to help fucking Bane with his fucking tyranny?!")

Shortly after that Durge goes and gets merc'd and tadpoled by the other one... ("Have I taught my children nothing!? Orin really should know well by now that it's not 'murder' if they survive...")

... And then - clearly still prone to frivolous connection - they fucking gang up with a bunch of weirdos only to head home with other, new bad habits like "thinking for themselves" and "the apparent intent to entirely trash the plan they insisted on making with Gortash!" ("If you didn't want to play you shouldn't have had me sign you up for the team! Get your ass back in the game! You already got your Deathstalker uniform and everything! Now stop embarrassing me and maybe I'll even give you a slayer form.")

And, while Durge is being a rebellious lil Bhaalspawn, Bhaal also has to contend with:

His cultists, who are apparently killing mostly just for notoriety and/or safety amongst themselves. ("Quit playing around! I assure you I do not give a single fuck which one of you did it or how clean it was so long as the murder(s) did happen.")

Orin, who is playing at being an artist and completely absorbed in her exploration of murder and maiming as novel media to express her innumerable daddy issues ("Yes, I DO still like your lobotomized bloodkin more; at least they never wasted my time asking me to put all their shitty artwork up on the fridge.")

And Bane and Myrkul, who are presumably laughing their godly asses off and/or absolutely raging at Bhaal's inability to keep anyone at heel and how it's interfering with their mutual plan.

TL;DR: Life is hard when you're The God of Murder and neither your employees or your children properly respect the family business and your frenemies mock you for it.

[banes-favourite]

Myrkul: I give my chosen immortality.

Bhaal: I give my chosen an unbeatable monster form.

Bane: here's the world's largest dick idk

[satoshy12]

IRS Agent Danny

IRS agent Danny

The Joker looked at his goons and screamed, " Do it faster!"

Batman, who came through the window, said, " Stop Joker!"

Joker looked at his goons and said, " You all don't stop packing, Bats! I don't have time for you. I have to pay up; otherwise, I will go to jail for tax evasion!"

Batman;" What? "

Joker: " The IRS sent their new agent after me again! I own them for 36.000.000 dollars, and I don't pay; they will come with IRS levy permits!"

Danny walked into the place and said, " So Joker?"

Joker smiled a not crazy smile:" Here you have it. Not one penny less or more. Now Batman, you can put me in prison."

Batman wasn't sure what had happened as the Joker left into the police car.

Bruce looked at the young agent; he looked pretty young, between Jason and Tim's ages, wearing a fur-trimmed brown jacket, tactical military pants, and a knife holder. He seems to be looking at a list.

Danny, looking at his list, says, " So, I talked with Bane, Oswald Cobblepot, Harvey Dent, Red Hood, Roman Sionis, Victor Fries, Hugo Strange, Slade Wilson, and now the Joker, other then well as Pamela Isley, who is in prison for tax evasion for 2 years. They all paid. I think I am done with Gotham, so Metropolis is next."

And yes, Bane paid taxes on the money he earned from his drug empire.

Danny turned his face to Batman and said, "So, Mr. Batman, I heard your electric Batmobile is around $US1.5 million. So we should have a talk about your taxes."

Bruce had no idea what happened, but he didn't like what was about to happen.

It ended with Batman sitting next to the Joker in the police SUV.

The Joker looked at Batman, not sure what had happened.

"I want my phone call; I need to call Nightwing. I have to pay my Bat taxes."

Joker:" Hahahahaha! Smartly, you didn't try to run away. We all tried, but well, we'd rather fight you than him again."

In Arkham

Ivy is kind of a pariah, criminals don't like people who evade taxes. As the IRS send then their special agent. So it was her fault he was back in Gotham!

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=G56VgsLfKY4

Danny's clothes are like RE4 Leon's clothes

[bg3shitpostandfanart]

How Durge boy and Gortash met.

This, or Durge introduced his shady weapon supplier to Daddy's colleague, who is looking for a handsome young man to be Bane's Chosen.

[writer-room]

This one goes out to my big brained friend who said milfucker selina kyle supreme.

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