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Red Hood: The Hill #5 Preview

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Red Hood: The Hill #5 Preview: As Slayer’s murderous machinations come running headfirst into Korlee Jr.’s strange schemes—with Red Hood and Batman stuck in the middle! Strap in, rev your engine, and get ready to come speeding into this penultimate issue of Red Hood: The Hill! Written by SHAWN MARTINBROUGH Art by TONY AKINS Cover by SANFORD GREENE Variant cover by DAN MORA $3.99 US | 32 pages | 5…

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Red Hood: The Hill (DC, February 2024) preview artwork by Sanford Greene

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Red Hood: The Hill #0 & #1 preview

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Anyone see the Red Hood: The Hill #2 previews??

What are we thinking guys

[orchidsangel]

okay okay okay ima have to explain a loooot then 😭😭 BIG SPOILER ALERT THO!!!!! (don’t put this in the jason tags or anything just in case bestie)

so first about this current hook up, i literally get you 100% i’m not a big fan of most jason ships like he’s most of the times written so ooc to fit in (also does not belong with anyone but me but that’s besides the point). overall there’s literally nothing going on with that girl (the comic is called red hood: the hill btw), they met minutes prior at jason’s housewarming party, they flirted like 2 lines, and in this preview they’re making out while jason’s best friend is in danger (so it’s basically not gonna end up being good for jason anyway),,, based on the sollicitations for the next issues of this mini comic, it’s mainly gonna be focused on jason’s and his best friend’s vigilantism activities, so like i said: big doubts on this hook up turning out to be anything more, and to further point out this, in the first issue of this mini, jason is clear that he does not plan to stay in that part of gotham and he’s just here to visit his friend and help. now i just want to let you know that based on the this mini’s writer’s latest interview, it sounds like he doesn’t know jason’s character very well, and plans to just make him another case of making him question all his morals for the sake of his relationship with bruce. so i’m not particularly hyped much for the rest of this story but we’ll just have to see.

now for artemis, and here’s when things get a bit messy, i already mentioned that this mini is set to be 3 years ago, and that’s because this is actually a direct follow up to the red hood and the outlaws comic. after joker war ended and the outlaws split up, red hood was supposed to continue solo and he got a new writer (the one currently writing this mini) who introduced brand new characters for him. why is it coming out now? well first of all, it was cancelled back in 2020 because dc had this big alternate universe event scheduled for the first months of 2021: future state. they basically put on hold allllll the comics that were on the main timeline. and so this comic (which at that time was called red hood issue #51 and #52) was put to a hold. after this event ended, practically all the comics were picked up again or new ones were made, except this one. why? well because it’s dc and if there’s one thing you should know about dc is that they absolutely hate jason todd at their worst, and at their best they just don’t care about him and shove him here and there. so that’s what happened, he was shoved into a batfamily event (as always) where his relationship with bruce was once again the topic and ended horribly for him (sparing the details because i chose to ignore most of this shit they put him through). and after that, a new comic came, and another one, and that “red hood” solo comic was completely forgotten about and left as an open arc with no closer. so i’m guessing that the writer had kept some pressure on dc to continue his story and was granted a 6 mini series to get it over with. so here we are now, getting this mini story that has happened right after jason and artemis fucked and decided to both take their own separate ways (they haven’t been together nor interacted in canon since 2020, yet they’re still the most popular jason ship 😭), and currently artemis is under the wonder woman editorial and had a little cameo in batman the brave and the bold, other than that we don’t see of her much :((( (yes, jason is hooking with this new girl literally days/weeks after he did with artemis with whom he had a lonnnng situationship 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 idk what to say i swear)

now to conclude this, if jason 3 years ago was hooking up with a stranger in his new apartments, where is he now? well he’s in main gotham with the batfamily, his last appearance was the gotham war (horrible horrible horrible event that served no purpose and just completely destroyed his character for no reason) where he basically got lobotomized by bruce so that everytime he gets a rush of adrenaline he gets so scared that he can’t do shit, and then he was “fixed” by joker toxin,,, and beast world (he was an adorable wolf yes it sounds really weird but he was adorable so that’s all that matters), the last look of him in the main canon is in batman #145 which came out earlier this week and he’s well, a punching bag as usual, no one but the batfam with him, still horrible characterization but that’s nothing new, dc does not care about jason enough to actually give him anything that’s good or anyone that will actually put effort into his story so we just have to take what we have and twist it into our own little thing ig,,,, this was a lonnnnng explanation but it was just to put everything into context sorry😭 some fans. got overly excited with the previews which ig good for them and everything but yeah she’s not his gf back then (so far) and certainly not currently,, anyway mwah much love and i love your writing 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

i read this ENTIRE thing the minute you sent it in nonnie i just got distracted by my mom and forgot to respond.

ig jason’s in his slut era, i guess he’s feeling a little whore-ish lately. good on him for rebounding after artemis (my eyes twitching and i’m on the floor sobbing)

thank u for this rundown of everything going on bc i haven’t gotten around to reading that outlaws run yet or gotham war. even tho i knew what happened in gotham war bc it was all over tumblr and. oh my god. WHY DID THEY DO THAT TO HIM 😭😭😭😭 just so sick like they’re genuinely out to get him it’s so nasty. free my man!!!!

it’s so crazy that dc treats him like this bc there’s so much they can do with his character and they just…choose not to? it’s so weird to me bc if his story was in my hands it would be so epic.

i’m so glad you enjoy my writing, sorry i haven’t been putting anything out tho 😖 i hope to start again soon!

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Preview: Red Hood: The Hill #0

Red Hood: The Hill #0 preview. Before you embark on Red Hood's newest adventure in the Hill, experience the story that introduced Jason to his new home! #comics #comicbooks

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Well,

it won’t be ready before the movie, but I’m hoping to post it this month, so...

Small preview for Chapter 56 of Eternally Never Yours, following...someone else:

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Chapter 56

 [Earlier]

 Atop the Shooting Star Summit peak of Star Hill, a cloaked figure stood in the middle of the plateau. His robes covered his body for the most part, save for some blonde hair peeking out from beneath his midnight blue hood. He cupped a pale blue orb that was pinned onto his cloak over the black robes. His thumb traced over the white star patterned on the orb, and the boy gently rubbed at it.

 Closing his eyes, he listened for the soft gust of wind, which blew his cloak out to flap on its current. As he opened his pale yellow eyes, he gazed at the starry sky, illuminating the purple, blue, and indigo lands below. Star stones softly glowed under the starlight, purple grass and trees swayed from the soft winds, and the waves swished far below.

 His eyes sparkled from the sight of his homeland, no less enchanting each day.

 Shadows formed beneath him, however, and the time for observation, for calm, had passed. The hand trembled slightly, but his grip tightened over the orb, even as his other hand brought his cloak closer into himself.

 “Not today.”

 Thrusting his hand from the orb and forward, Merlow narrowed his eyes as a sharp flash of light hit the ground and the surrounding area. He pivoted around and glared at the shadowy images as the light faded.

 Three black-cloaked Shamans stood before the lone Shaman, and he waited for one of them to move for him. All three advanced on him at once, and he stumbled backward. He threw his hand out, with a dark purple ball of energy forming in it.

 A clawed hand grabbed at one, and Merlow’s eyes widened, as a mighty Koopa threw the first Shaman airborne. A fireball shot out and blasted the Shaman away. His clawed hand dragged through his red hair and he sighed, smirking at the disappearing foe.

 Something pink zipped past the second, and swept at Shaman from below. Spiraling back, the princess thrust her golden rod forward and blasted the Shaman out of sight. Breathing a sigh of relief, she gently touched her hand to her chest.

 Above the final Shaman, boots trampled down overhead and smashed the Shaman against the ground. White gloves grabbed for the edges of the Shaman’s black cloak, and it was hoisted up, spun around, and thrown off the summit’s peak, careening down into the lands below. Dusting his hands off, the hero tugged on the rim of his red cap.

 All three turned around and gazed over Merlow, who stared back at the trio.

 “Kid, you need to get used to nothing being as it seems,” cautioned Bowser as he folded his arms. “The look on your face makes it clear that you’re still an amateur.”

 “Come on now,” reasoned Mario, resting a hand against Bowser’s arm, the other rubbing his mustache. “He’s grown stronger, and even you can recognize that.”

  “We’re trying to answer the question of how much he has grown,” noted Peach, as she brushed back some hair. Her blue eyes lined up with Merlow’s. “Are you prepared for all that is to come, and all that could come?”

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There is more to come, of course, but for now, that makes a nice small sample, I think. We’re gonna be exploring the Shaman characters a bit more for the next few chapters, and then...we’ll see what’s next...

Hope you’re looking forward to it! Until then, enjoy the Mario movie!

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Spyro, Wrath of the Wroyal Wraith - A Fanfiction Prologue Preview

Below is a demo build of the prologue for my upcoming fanfiction, currently titled “Spyro, Wrath of the Wroyal Wraith.” Though you’d have to read the full upcoming story to make sense of that title, so I might change it yet. I plan to release this and the first chapter very soon on the well-accepted fanfiction websites. From there I’ll put out chapters of the story as they’re finished, though I have a full outline mapped out so this shouldn’t have any huge hiatuses.  Feel free to have a read of this prologue to get a gander of my current writing style, even if this is low on dialogue. Thanks for your time and I appreciate your attention!

Even when hiding beneath the thin veil of night the prospect of sneaking into a realm of dragons felt perilous. The mild waves of the coastal ocean reflected a captivating view of multiple moons in the clear sky. Other than the motions of the sea and a breeze through the looming fields of grass few sounds disturbed the air. The usually choppy rocky shore rested calmly in the high tide, offering a wide and safe landing. Indeed, for the trio approaching this scene aboard a wooden dinghy, the serene rolling hills of the Artisan landscape impressed dread and urgency. 

The drivers of the wooden dinghy approaching this border of the Artisans realm did so using only the light of the moons. Arguably this was still too bright. A tall figure in a dark coat with a wide hat stood still aboard the dinghy and watched for dangers in the skyline. If he gave mind to the hazardous rocks ahead he’d surely be pounced upon from above. He dare not act against this thought. Surely the two goons he’d recruited could handle worrying about the rocks.

On either side of him two short, roundish, stubby creatures put all their exhausted strength into rowing toward the landing between labored breaths. Their collective focus was only broken when the dinghy’s hull screeched against a rock just below the water. The dinghy listed on its side while a spray of water accompanied by some wood shrapnel showered the drivers. This was enough for the tall figure to bathe and direct their rowing away from the rock and to the shore. Even with that slipup the dinghy was close enough to the landing to limp ashore. Despite some increased anxiety, the first part of their task was now done. 

The two stubby creatures leapt into the water and dragged the dinghy further ashore. As they struggled and grunted, the tall figure hobbled onto the shore as well, taking wide stilted steps. He gazed up this rocky coast to a carved frame in the short cliffside surrounded by dry thorny vines. It was still undisturbed. There was hope.

Behind him a dim light ignited from a lantern in the hand of one of the stubby creatures revealing its green skin and purple tinted eye bags. This Gnorc Goon aimed the lantern inland at the cliffside, squinting at the land as if trying to learn its greater motives. A patch of hazardous weeds in their path revealed that the cliffside was looking for a fight. The purple tint around the Gnorc’s eyes seemed to grow darker. 

“We’ve, ugh… made it Mister Toasty,” said the Gnorc Goon bearing the lantern. “How far’d this treasure be again?”

The tall figure turned his head, an aged jack-o-lantern covered in brown spots of decay which somehow seemed to scowl down at them. He quickly covered the Gnorc’s lantern with the sleeve of his worn dark red cloak. “Keep that thing hooded fool! Bah! I’m not as disposable as you!”

“Disposable?! Grah!” said the other Gnorc Goon as it lifted a spear over his shoulder. “We’re made from very shiny gems!”

“Besides, uh, they’re all snoozin’ now anyway… right?” said the lantern Gnorc.

“Bah!” said Toasty. “Those terrible, fire breathing, egocentric & overweight serpents could wake and pounce upon us in an instant! We must be bah-rief!”

Fear properly instilled, the two Gnorcs and Toasty hopped and crawled up the gravel incline toward the cliffside. The closer the cliff, the closer the plain atop it, and the closer the dragons may be. After a short struggle, a few scrapes, and a crawl through thorny vines, the trio arrived at the cliffside. Hidden in one of many shady alcoves stood a large door frame carved into the rock. While it seemed to be sealed with a stone slab, Toasty had a key: a worn sling blade wedged into the seam and jostled by a Gnorc until the door came loose.

An audible but muffled scraping sound ensued as the two Gnorcs pushed the door open. A cold chill from the coastal breeze rushing into the cavern startled them. Shaking in place they gazed down the descending tunnel. Everything ahead was pitch black, withholding any details of their destination. 

“You may bah-ring back that torch now,” said Toasty.

“Rrright,” said the lantern Gnorc.

The dim light flickering in the breeze revealed some of the barren tunnel but made it no more inviting. Still, the imposing posture of Toasty motivated the two Gnorcs to slowly make their descent. Flowing water echoed off the walls of the cavern. Though after a short distance the Gnorcs realized that the echo was now coming from ahead and not just behind. Both Gnorcs stumbled as the floor suddenly dipped down, one dropping the lantern and scattering its light. 

Now illuminated, a large natural cave room was presented before them. Not far from the intruders to the right was a curved stone wall stained dark by moisture. It looked like a small tower rising into the cavern ceiling. Opposite from it to their left was a stream of spring water flowing from the clay above to a wide pool deeper into the cave. Multiple cut stone pillars and chunks laid half buried in the floor, some protruding up to the walls. Hanging stalagmites cast shadows over most of the scene which shifted around like hiding beasts. 

“Pick that back up!” said Toasty, “Be ba-ware of the path behind us! I’ll get the treasure.”

“Uh, mister Toasty…” said the Gnorc with the spear. “How’d you know this was here?”

“I’ve hidden things from Dragons many times bah-fore…” said Toasty. 

His steps clattering across the floor, Toasty approached the stone tower. From a gap in his coat he took a long wistful look at his old hideout. Its wet stone walls marked by faded artistic carvings rekindled an old feeling of imminent triumph. The two story uneven structure was clearly not the safest and Toasty did not miss the stress of being found here, but it had served its purpose well. None of the Dragons had ever seemed to realize it was right under their snouts. 

Just inside an archway into the hideout Toasty found an old oil lantern right where he’d left it. Without difficulty it attached to the end of one of his prosthetic arms and lit up. The wide rooms of the dusty interior were barren of decor. He hurriedly moved between the sparse rooms, rummaging through various old chests and tables. A few dusty red and green gemstones were unveiled and just as quickly dropped aside with a clatter. Bleating and grumbling to himself, he climbed up a large staircase to a larger room with a half-intact balcony overlooking the cavern. On a table nearby lay fragments of farming tools and cut cloth. Underneath was a single dusty burlap sack.

“Bahah! How could I’ve left you here?”

Leaning out of his coat, Toasty the sheep pulled the bag out from under the table and into his jacket. Hooves shaking, he struggled to pull it open. He quickly resorted to biting and tearing it apart, revealing a ragged hardcover book. It bore a faded illustration of multiple wide-hat silhouettes wielding spears & weaponized farm implements. There weren’t many actual pages left inside but it was as intact as Toasty left it. Letting out a shaky laugh, he embraced the antique book. It took a few moments for him to open his eyes and notice another detail of the room. 

There was an unfamiliar skateboard painted with a lightning bolt in the corner. He did not leave that there. Next to it was some sort of jetpack. In fact there were a whole lot of odd toys lying on that side of the room. His gaze moved to the rest of the floor, much of the dust had been kicked up recently. A subtle aroma of wet cat filled the air too. Toasty's body continued shaking but with a new tone. Someone else has been here, recently.

Out in the cavern the two Gnorcs had been keeping watch as ordered. They had been. Now instead they were perusing the natural cavern like restless thieves in a bank lobby. The Gnorc wielding the lantern had become fixated on the sparkling minerals in the ceiling. It swung the lantern around, aiming its light at each stalagmite as if one sparkle would turn out to be something valuable. Eventually, a sparkle did appear that didn’t fade. In fact, it was a yellow glow emitting small sparks that moved independently of the lantern light. The Gnorc gawked as the glow flew between the stalagmites in a distracting pattern.

The other Gnorc had sauntered over to the flowing stream, tapping its spear on the ground while staring into the dark springwater. Its stomach grumbled audibly as it leaned over the edge and smacked its lips. Unfortunately there wasn’t much to see… until there was. Its eyes adjusted to the darkness and managed to spot a sudden movement under the water. A fish perhaps! No time wasted, the Gnorc lifted its spear over his head and stared intently. The moving shape under the water appeared again, now moving right toward the Gnorc. What a foolish fish! A large, fast, dragon shaped-

“What are you two doing?!” said Toasty from the balcony on the hideout. “We need to Ba-ail!”

“Wuh? But mister Toasty!” said the lantern Gnorc. “There’s something shiny over here!”

“Leave it be!” said Toasty. 

A yell and loud splash echoed off the cave walls. The Gnorc jumped and waved its lantern around, finding only a lone spear floating down the springwater stream. Then from the water a horned shape emerged and looked back with dark purple eyes. Shaking in his worn out boots the Gnorc backed up toward the cavern entrance. It slowly raised the lantern toward the creature, but then it heard a buzz closing in from above. The glowing wisp of light streaked down from the ceiling and swiped the Lantern from the Gnorcs hand. It now hung before the Gnorc in the legs of a glowing yellow dragonfly. 

“M-mister Toasty?!” 

A loud clunk echoed from behind. The Gnorc turned to see Toasty hitting the ground with a floppy roll and bounding away. 

“WAH?! Don’t leave me!!”

The Gnorc took off running after Toasty. The lantern shattered against the ground behind it. Now a state of confused panic filled the Gnorc with the power to catch up to its boss and dive between his wooden legs. 

“Bah?! Get ba-a-ack here!”

The Gnorc did not get ba-a-ack there. Instead they both bounded forward like rabbits in desperate flight. A pattering of footsteps in pursuit from behind pushed them to run beyond their limit. The Gnorc reached the exit door first and launched himself right into a tangle of the thorny vines surrounding the area. “WAGH! Help!” it shouted whilst flailing against the thorns.

“Out of the way!” said Toasty as he drew his sling blade out the end of his sleeve and sliced at the vines. The first swipe nearly cut into the Gnorc, but wound up releasing it. Though before it could get upright Toasty shoved it out of his way into more thorns. The Gnorc grunted and attempted to shove him back, but was cut off by a loud crunch from the cavern. 

It turned to see the purple eyed creature, a small purple scaled Dragon, prowling out of the shadows. Backlit by the yellow Dragonfly, the Dragon's orange crest blazed like fire while the horns on either side stood out like drawn swords. The spear was splintered and snapped in half in his sharp teeth. He dropped the wooden handle and aimed the metal tip in his mouth like a rocket. A burst of flame sent the spear tip whistling through the air with a smoke trail over the shaking Gnorc. It struck Toasty’s jack-o-lantern head with a snap, breaking it clear off. Toasty slumped into the thorns mid slingblade swing, his head rolling away.

Belting an echoing scream, the Gnorc scrambled away through the thorns. It took many scratches but adrenaline blocked the pain as it fled. A rustling sound pursued from behind. The Dragon’s silhouette tore past the Gnorc to its right, so it turned left. Another burst of flame cut him off there and ignited the dry thorns. Gravel flew into the air as the Gnorc skidded to a stop and turned around. However the Dragon leapt and caught the rising heat in its orange wings, gliding over the Gnorc and cornering it. Smoldering thorns wrapped around his horns as he barred them at the Gnorc and prowled forward.

“Instead of running, why don’t you tell me why a couple of Gnorcs are sneaking around here?” said the purple dragon. His tail flicked, the orange spade at the end striking the ground. The fire reflected off his purple eyes, irises narrowing vertically, revealing a vision of doom. 

“Yer-! Yah must be-!” 

“Spyro. The Dragon. You’ve heard of me?”

The Gnorc, slack jawed and shaking, glanced down at the sundered jack-o-lantern beside it. The heat of the brush fire intensified at his back and in front the Dragon, that Dragon, closed in. 

“Don’t worry. I won’t bite, I promise.”

The Gnorc started sputtering as if to answer, but the sound of shaking brush interrupted. Spyro turned his head away from the Gnorc and squinted. A short, mangy shape was crawling out of Toasty’s red coat. It was a whitish sheep with patchy wool and a book in its mouth. Spyro’s vertical irises widened as they met with Toasty’s horizontal eyes. “Wait, You’re-”

 With a sharp crack on impact, the Gnorc swung the old jack-o-lantern into Spyro’s head. Orange and brown bits splattered everywhere. Toasty the sheep took this moment to run away alongside the coastal cliff as Spyro stumbled into thorns blinded by the pumpkin shell. Now standing over him, the Gnorc saw how young this Dragon must be. It was taller than him. It could do this. Belting out a yell, the Gnorc leapt onto Spyro and started swinging. The two tumbled backward and Spyro kicked the Gnorc into the cliffside before rolling onto his feet and growling. 

“You’ve chosen death.”

The Gnorc, having shunned its flight and freeze instincts, indulged its fight instinct and lunged forward. Spyro in turn spat a large blast of flame and toasted pumpkin bits. Fear returning too late to save it, the Gnorc was completely overtaken by the blaze with a scream.

With that annoyance gone in a cloud of smoke and more brush lit aflame, Spyro clawed at the Pumpkin skin on his head. His glowing dragonfly Sparx, who was now a lovely shade of blue, buzzed over and pulled the rest of the muck and thorns from his horns. The two took a breather while being surrounded by a raging brush fire.

“Ugh, thanks pal,” said Spyro.

Sparx buzzed in affirmation, and then pointed his antenna down the coastline. Toasty was running full speed away and about to make it to an incline toward the plains. 

“That’s neat. Didn’t think we’d be seeing him again,” said Spyro. “I’m gonna torch what's left of his wool... or maybe turn him into a pillow. Let’s decide when we get there.”

Clouds of white smoke billowed up from the smoldering remains of the thorny vines. Toasty glanced back and hoped it would throw off his chaser. When Spyro emerged from the smoke and charged after him, Toasty’s teeth dug into the book he carried and he scrambled up the incline. Rolling grasses under the night sky lay ahead and certain death followed behind. The hills were too short and wide to hide behind easily and Toasty’s lungs were already giving out. Then his flopping ears picked up a new sound, sheep bells. There was a herd nearby.

Spyro leapt up the cliffside and onto the plains in time to see Toasty dipping over a hill not far away. He charged forward with Sparx at his side and the two arrived upon a perch overlooking a flock of a dozen or so sheep. The herd milled about restlessly. Multiple nervous bleats filled the air while any sleeping sheep roused themselves. Each wore a rusty bell that rang with their movements.

“Hey squash face!” said Spyro. “You’ll be kindling real soon if you don’t come out and play nice!”

Not being fond of shouting, the flock collectively decided to mosey away from Spyro. Pressed against a much larger and fluffier sheep, Toasty lifted his head just high enough to glance back. He could see Spyro standing in place and scrutinizing each of them. Heart jumping a beat he quickly held his head low, trying to disappear into the wool of his neighbor. Overhead he could hear the Dragonfly buzzing by. Not daring to look, Toasty pressed further into the larger sheep and pushed it off balance. The large sheep stopped, snorted, then headbutted Toasty.

“BAH!!” 

The book fell into the grass and Toasty stumbled back. He heard an excited gasp from behind and the flapping of wings. Before he could think about picking his book up the buzzing closed in fast from above. Sparx dived down and snatched the book away. Toasty’s outraged line of sight followed Sparx and made eye contact with Spyro who was gliding downhill to him. Filled with terror, Toasty bolted away, headbutting multiple sheep and causing a total ruckus. 

Ready to pounce, Spyro maneuvered himself over Toasty, until a sudden strong headwind blew him back. He hit the grass hard and saw multiple sheep jumping around between him and Toasty, all while making a racket with their bells. Spyro growled and charged forward but was cut off by the largest and wooliest sheep, slamming into it with his horns. With a loud cry the sheep tumbled onto its back and waved its stubby legs. Spyro ignored this and tried to find his target among the kerfuffle. That was until a larger shape glided toward him from a far hill. It was an older gray Dragon with a shepherd's crook in its claws.

“Oh! Spyro!” said the Dragon as he landed between Spyro and the sheep. “Listen here! You can’t be scattering flocks of sheep in the middle of the night!”

“Hang on!” said Spyro. “One of Gnasty’s old minions is hiding here! That toasty sheep. I’m gonna reheat him.”

“Eh? That boss is still alive?” The Dragon looked over the fleeing flock of sheep with a squint. “Well it may be better to have a chat with that fellow.”

“I’ll go give him a reason to talk,” said Spyro.

“No, no, we need most of these sheep alive to make knitting wool so we can knit cute little outfits for the hatchlings. You know, that reminds me of that one time when you were just hatched…”

“Could you finish when I get back with that sheep?” Spyro asked as he tried to run past the old gray Dragon.

“Ah, tell you what.” The Dragon blocked Spyro with their shepherd's crook, “I’ll find that imposter and figure out what he’s up ta.”

“You will?”

“Yes, yes, now go lie down,'' the older Dragon picked Spyro up with a single claw, gripping him like a fussy kitten, and placed him aside a few feet facing away from the flock of sheep. “Have yerself a nighty night.”

Spyro opened his mouth to speak again but Sparx, now back to his yellow glow, fluttered in front of him and gestured away with his antennae. With most of the sheep scattered pretty far it looked like it’d be a pain to chase them all down anyway. Shaking his head, Spyro said “Well, good luck with that.”

With a grunt and a leap the older dragon took flight again and headed to round up the sheep from the air. Following Sparx’s lead, Spyro walked away toward the coast and sat on the clifftop. In a flare of sparks, Sparx summoned Toasty’s book seemingly from thin air.

“Oh, good thinking pal,” said Spyro. “But this book kinda looks like junk.”

With nothing better to do, the two opened it and read the title: The Royal Dragon Slayers Manual.

“Oh cool!” said Spyro, his tail wagging a bit. “Mind giving me some light for a while?”

A good distance away now, Toasty the sheep had hunkered under a burrow in the side of a hill. He barely fit but from above that old Dragon didn’t seem to see him. The greatest challenge he faced now was holding in a yell as he shook and glared down at the ground. “That terrible insect! That snotty whelp! That was mine! That was my Muse!!!” He took a few labored breaths to quiet himself down. “He must pay! But… How could I make him pay? I’ve got nothing left!”

As he grumbled to himself, Toasty noticed the silhouette of the flying Dragon drift away. He poked his head out cautiously. A cold breeze cut through his patchy wool and he shivered. Glaring in the direction Spyro had been, he turned to sneak away. The cutting breeze intensified. Then a drone chant in the near distance stopped Toasty. 

A green bush atop a nearby hill scattered into a cloud of leaves. From within, the shape of an orange bearded figure wearing a green coat and brown hat elevated into the air. His lower half appeared to be a cyclone of wind that carried him quickly toward Toasty, who bleated in fear and jumped backward. Up close though, Toasty recognized this wizard before him and glared.

“You were about to perish!” The cyclone holding the Wizard aloft conveniently produced a dramatic gust in the immediate area as he spoke. “It seems that a fateful gust of wind saved you.”

“How did you find me Blowhard?” said Toasty.

“The power of MAGIC knows no bounds! I’ve come to deliver a message of dramatic import! So listen well! And I quote: ‘We’re getting the old gang back together.!’”

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DC Comics Preview: Red Hood: The Hill #6

Read a preview of Red Hood: The Hill #6 from DC Comics, written by Shawn Martinbrough with art by Tony Akins.

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DC Comics Preview: Red Hood: The Hill #6

Read a preview of Red Hood: The Hill #6 from DC Comics, written by Shawn Martinbrough with art by Tony Akins.

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Red Hood: The Hill #4 Preview

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Red Hood: The Hill #4 Preview: Jason Todd has gone through a lot in his life, death, and life again. From his time as Robin, to his time as a villain, to his adventures as an outlaw—Red Hood thought he’d run crowbar-first into almost any scenario imaginable. But now, as monsters—both literal and figurative—stalk the streets of his home city, Red Hood finds himself up against the impossible. Does…

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Helloooo, my internet sucks and I have no idea if I sent my previous ask.. - could you tell us more about "upcoming project"? (Im so curious about Red Hood 2020 - were you refering to new arc in his comic book, or what? Unfortunately Im totally behind DC rn, but I'd love to know more about JT, and all projects with him). Thaaank you for your answer!! 💖

Hello! Okay so upcoming “projects” for Jason:

Batman Three Jokers: comes out tomorrow! it’s a monthly mini series of three issues written by Geoff Johns, and it’s been teased for what, three-four years now? And Jason is one of the main characters. You can read the preview here, and get a copy here. In our sidebar you can check when the next issues come out.

Red Hood: it’s gonna be a two issues arc by Shawn Martinbrough, and it will revisit the historic neighborhood of “The Hill”, first created by writer Christopher Priest and Shawn back in 1999. It’s very exciting because the plot sounds very interesting and it’s someone we haven’t seen writing Jason before.

Batman Death in the Family Interactive Movie: its well.. an interactive movie that covers Death in the Family, where you can kind of pick what happens (if Jason dies, if he doesn’t, etc, and the repercussions this has on Jason’s character arc). Here’s more info, and it comes out in october!

Gotham Knights: it’s a new videogame announced a few days ago, you can watch the trailer here. Jason will be one of the playable characters. 

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Red Hood: The Hill #3 preview

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Super Sunday (Part 4) - 'Red Hood: Outlaw' #52 Preview

Super Sunday (Part 4) – ‘Red Hood: Outlaw’ #52 Preview

Cover by Dan Mora Written by Shawn Martinbrough Pencils Moritat, Tony Akins Inks Stefano Guadiano Colored by Paul Mounts “After making his dramatic return to Gotham City, Jason Todd finds himself in the middle of a turf war between a violent gang aided by Killer Croc and a new group of vigilantes dedicated to protecting his old neighborhood of the Hill. When a childhood friend is targeted for…