#Wolrd's Finest

[xo8ball]

guy who realizes things really late: oh my god they fucking played You're Crashing But You're No Wave.

[idiotwithanipad]

Stolen (part 7)

(Set in my Gore Au. Shortly after @shebeafancyflapjack's A Slip Through Wolrds series. Ft her OC Silver)

He sat at Mistress' feet for hours as she wept, keeping her charred face hidden in the freyed cotton of her apron. He patted reassuringly at her knee and nodded his head slowly, feigning sorrow. Understanding. He knew the weight of a parent's tears, a mother's especially; it had happened to his sisters and cousins and friends, many had lost cubs in the past. Even himself. More than he'd like to admit.

He still felt a stab of self hatred and guilt when remembering that dark fact about his past. Too many lost, not enough rescued. He can still hear their overlapped and replaying screams and little howls of pain as the bitter night's chill froze the life out of them. Little bodies frost-bitten and blue, coated with tiny crystals of ice, their hair and furs matted from the strong winds.

Their eyes stared up at him in drowsy horror, imploring him to make fire. But the wind it's too strong. The wood is too moist. Every spare fur and pelt the adults could spare was put to use in protecting the cubs, but even they weren't enough. The cubs were tired, weak. Many tried to huddle closer to settle for the night, but they couldn't sleep. They couldn't be allowed to sleep, for they may not wake up.

The exhausted and frustrated little huffs and weeping still haunts him. Hours of telling the cubs that they mustn't go to sleep, watching like a hawk for any drooping eyes. They mustn't fall asleep. Here, now, in this time the night seems cold, shimmering frost and a slight mist coated the leaves below. Mistress still wept, sobbed, beat at her own scortched heart. She didn't even notice as he slinked away into the trees to return to the two surviving cubs that very clearly needed him.

One blind, practically immobile, ignorant of the circumstances and trying in vain to see the positives in a situation of nothing but negatives. Who still held quite a bit of respect for elders.

The other not yet able to speak, desperate to explore and roam free, believing that she can take care of herself with still a long way left to develop from her sickly predicament.

Last night tonight. The happy cub will be sleeping soon, dark haired cub will be even more restless, he'd need all the luck he could seize. Seize. Steal. Kidnap-?..

Happy cub and dark haired cub are sitting at the back of the cave again they look tired. Dark haired one can barely keep her eye in place. Happy cub's left arm is limp, her fingers turning grey. He couldn't understand, they had each other, best friends, they should be fine. The cave is on the same land they're used to, how come they aren't their usual selves? Happy cub had seen singing and playing before she last slept, she'd been fine for the past three days. Dark haired cub had been just as he remembered her when he went into the house to take her.

Take her. Kidnap- no. Not kidnap, relocate.

...I is not the one stealing babies from their beds!...

He shook his mane. He hasn't thought of the yellow haired cub in a long while. The one that got away, the one he wronged so much. She was a sweet girl, a clever girl, always putting him first even when she was in dire need for freedom. Always kind, communicated with reason, a lot more savvy than most cubs her age.

He thought he had been lenient with the cub, until the last moment he saw her. He still regrets it. Deeply. Even before yellow haired cub, the other one had come. Not a cub, not a child, but still she was claimed. The beautiful large woman with a flowing gown, hair like the darkest and finest fur, soft copper skin and captivating eyes, blissfully passing her time away communing with the little wooden cudgel that sang. Eased his mind from afar.

Why was he like this? Aware of it or not, this entire land had been impregnated by his tribe's moral code. The foundling law. The great Moonah stones were here, not too far away, where the tribe would praise and introduce the foundlings to the new ways they would need to learn. Any living who died in the land would be essentially possessed by the ancient tribe's law.

Two ghosts, completely different, different praises, different backgrounds, different lives had come to the land. The older one was a woman, an old hag with a beaten face. The second, a man, adult and capable, and yet the old crone coddled him. Tried to sway him from straying too far from her. He'd hated it at first, explained to her that he was a blacksmith who still wielded his hammer - whatever that meant - but that meant very little to the meddling old wench. She followed him like a lingering scent, fretting if he suddenly headed in a different direction. Soon, he'd started to enjoy her being around, indulged her and allowed her to comb her blackened fingers through his greasy hair.

She started to call him her son, and from a distance, as time went on, the creature had started to hear the man affectionately call the woman 'Baba Yaga'.

The same with mistress and the happy cub. The same with the cloaked Lord and the dark haired cub. All dying on the land and becoming riddled with this disease. You could be the most heartless creature on earth, but die on this land and you'll become overpowered by the instinct to guard the younger and weaker.

The tribe had brought this on the land, turned it into a cursed site, affecting all who entered and died, whether they were aware or not. Including himself.

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Amy had debated with Silver on ways to escape. Amy tried to leave alone, but look where that had gotten her. Struck and toppled to the dirt, carried back here by force. Running off in opposite directions was out of the question; Amy could get further, but Silver would be lost and blind, wondering why they had to run. The beast would catch them both easily, he had before. Hauling both of them back to the cave was easier than taking a breath. Calling out for help would simply be driving the final nail in their coffins, the beast would hear before Mary and Humphrey would. If they could hear them from here at all.

Any suspicions of conspiracy would see the beast push the two girls apart and scowel at them to be quiet for a time. He knew the dark haired one couldn't speak, but she could write on the happy cub's palm. He kept his eyes peeled and his ears open for any movement or muttering behind him as he kept his vigil at the mouth of the cave. The dark haired cub might be immature and unable to look after herself, but she was smart with her plotting and sneaky tricks. Got that from Riva mother, she was the same as a cub.

...I is not the one stealing babies from their beds!...

Lyssie cub's words keep haunting him, her very memory tormenting him for all that he is doing. He feels fit to do it, it's his right. But he still felt a pinch of shame when crossing the land and spotting the headless husk wandering with it's arms out, fingers grasping and reaching. A weak hobble in it's legs as it traversed aimlessly, it hadn't given up hope that it's cub was still out there. Mistress had kept her eyes open also, spending her every moment flowing through the trees, searching. She'd even ventured into the house, checking each room, just to be sure. She'd never done that, she'd gone to the door, floated up to the windows on the upper level to speak to the cloaked one, but she'd never stepped foot inside.

He felt a twinge of jealousy when she'd gone to the East Wing where the dark haired cub and the cloaked one reside. She'd cried in the Tudor's arms for hours, she'd never done that. Not even with him. Her ally.

But could he really call himself that anymore? More like a tyrant, a conspirator, a traitor.

...I is not the one stealing babies from their beds!...

Please. No more, Lyssie cub. No more. He knows this is wrong, he feels it in his brain. He can practically taste the foul bitterness on his tongue as he looks at the morose cubs behind him. How long until the cubs will become so full of misery that they start to hate him? What would Lyssie cub say, what would she do? She would remove her one good shoe and beat him if she found him repeating his past behaviour on other cubs.

He wants to keep the cubs, but he needs the pain to end. Lyssie cub wouldn't forgive him. He wants her to forgive him. Needs her to forgive him. She changed him, turned him from a horrible beast into a creature almost resembling a man. Too stubborn to admit he was flawed, he drove her away. Only a cub. Disgusting. If Riva sister was here, he'd be scalped for sure. She'd feed him the berries that make your heart pump faster than a herd of stampeding deer so that he wouldn't faint, make him watch as she dried his scalp over a fire and scrape it clean with flint. She'd tear into it with her teeth, just to spite him for what he's done.

It's not cubs that he needs to redeem himself. It's to beg forgiveness.

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[arkhamite]

The Batman Superman Movie: World's Finest (1997)

[myanimethought]

"The World's Finest Assassin Gets Reincarnated in Another World as an Aristocrat" will have 12 episodes based on the blu-ray release in Japan.

[brevoorthistoryofcomics]

New DC titles quite often had spotty or no distribution in my area, at least as far as my regular 7-11 was concerned, so there were several books over teh years that I became aware of in ads but never saw until much later. SUPER-TEAM FAMILY was one of those. The first issue’s cover had been in House Ads previously, and I was interested because the Flash was on that cover--but none of the first three issues materialized in my neck of the woods. Fortunately, this fourth one did--and it was a whopper!

Behind another Ernie Chua cover that I don’t much like at all was a grand slam as far as I was concerned: a full-length golden age adventure of the Justice Society of America! And it was one in which I was already familiar with their antagonist, the monstrous Solomon Grundy. I was already a huge JSA fan, and I presume this selection of reprint was intended to help promote their then-new series in ALL-STAR COMICS. 

The story itself doesn’t make a heck of a lot of sense in one regard, but it is good fun. Having previously been imprisoned in a bubble by Green lantern, Solomon Grundy is freed by a stray lightning bolt, and he makes his way towards the city to take his revenge. Meanwhile, Green Lantern is early for the JSA meeting, when he’s surprised by the appearance of a mysterious figure. When the rest of teh team arrives, they find their headquarters trashed and no sign of GL. Radio reports alert them to Grundy’s rampage, and give them a list of the places he’s already been--that’s an important point--so the JSAers split up to go to each of those sites, hoping for a clue as to Green Lantern’s whereabouts.

From there, we get a series of short five-page sequences in which each member reaches his objective city, only to run afoul of Solomon Grundy in it (along with whatever other trouble is being caused that they can take care of along the way.) Which doesn’t make sense as the radio report indicated that Grundy had already left each of those spots, and there’s no indication in the story that he’s doubled back. But whatever! We get to spotlight each member of teh Justice Society in action individually, but none of them have the wherewithal to bring Grundy’s rampage to a halt.

Thereafter, we wind the clock back to reveal that Green lantern’s visitor at JSA headquarters had been his pal Doiby Dickles, with news of Grundy’s rampage. GL jets off to track down the monster--narrowly missing him, as Grundy appears and then trashes the JSA’s meeting room. Green Lantern has built a radio that’s attuned to “the mental wave-length of Solomon Grundy”, which he’s able to use to chart the creature’s progress. He phones this information in to the radio station (becoming responsible for the broadcast that put the JSA on the trail--it’s possible that writer Gardner Fox’s intention here was that GL’s gizmo was predicting Grundy’s path, but that’s not what’s on the page.) and by using those locations as a vector, he’s able to predict where the beast will be at a certain point in time.

And Green Lantern’s prediction is correct! But that’s not enough to save him from a pummeling at Grundy's hands, all of his will-power not enough to subdue the creature. He’s saved at the last moment by the arrival of his assorted JSA teammates, who together are able to hold Grundy down with their combined power--but that’s no long-term solution. Johnny Thunder accidentally hits on the answer: Green Lantern uses his Power Ring to once again entomb Solomon Grundy, and then he transports Grundy to the surface of a barren planet. So even if Grundy’s prison is once again shattered, he will have no way back to Earth. 

Next was the second in the public service series Justice For All Includes Children, illustrated by Neal Adams. This was an ad rather than content, but it’s worth looking at for the naivety of its message. The intention was good, but the situation being dramatized would likely have played out a different way in real life--especially for the two black kids.

The back-up story in this issue was a fun World’s Finest story illustrated by the always-wonderful Dick Sprang, in which exposure to a strange comet while on a moon mission transforms Pilot Rogers (he’s never given a first name anywhere in the story) into the crazed super-villain Moonman whenever the moon is in the sky. Your two favorite heroes Superman and Batman (and Robin!) contend with Moonman, and are able to bring him back to sanity, while also corraling a bunch fo generic criminals who try to use Moonman for their own gain.

[awpcomics]

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[cutewarmachine]

“But of course, you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” He murmured, kissing her shoulder and just holding her close as he watched her lay there and think. “Thank you for not looking at me as they all do.”

While Star was coming around on Winter and allowing him to kiss her and hold her, there were several people on the team who didn’t agree with it, seeing him as trying to make Bucky lose her for himself but they were just wrong. Bucky adored her and Winter did too.

If Winter had it his way, Star would be treated like a queen; sleeping on golden sheets and dressed in the finest things the world had to offer, she would rule beside him and they would take over the whole wolrd together.

He also knew that dream wasn’t realistic but it’s what he wanted, he wanted to see her have her rightful place as a goddess. “You are a goddess to me, majestic and powerful in the most beautiful ways. I wish I could fully capture your beauty, I would want to show you what I see you as my darling, but I am unsure of how to do so.”

Winter’s Heart [ x ]

[ @cutewarmachine ]

It had been a few times now that Star had encountered Winter. The first time he tried to kill her, which instilled a fear within the demon of what would happen if he surfaced again. However, as time progressed, it seemed that Winter wasn’t targeting Star anymore and instead was… Protecting her.

It was odd, to say the least. The first time it happened was when Sam was teasing her and Star clearly wasn’t having it. Winter had stepped in and put the hero in his place with a glare, leaving after nodding to Star. Things only got stranger from there to the point where Star was no longer afraid of him—if anything, she had come to accept him as another part of her life with Bucky.

Currently, Star was in the kitchen at the tower, standing at the island counter and snacking on a cookie while Steve rambled about something. Tony was there as well, preparing some coffee from what Star could tell but no really participating in the conversation. She was too focused on Steven to notice the other member joining them.

[amostexcellentblog]

So next year is supes 80th anniversary, what you think wb/dc might do to celebrate? I personally think they should make the big announcement that the batsolo is actually wolrd's finest and you know half of Bruce's scenes will be cut out, yeah I know is not like them to treat such an iconic character like this, they never did before maybe it wouldn't be fair right? But why not, is not like is unusual to other characters appear in other movies and steal it. I mean maybe is a new thing for batman.

The tea is hot tonight.

[hellyeahheroes]

WOCtober Teen Superhero Parade Presents: Tanya Spears a.k.a. Power Girl!

Tanya possesses a genius level intellect, which helped her gain PhD at the age of 17. She used her scientific knowledge when two lost superheroines from Earth-2 – Power Girl and Huntress – asked for help in returning to their Universe. For yet unexplained reasons, sending them back gave Tanya powers similar to that of Power Girl and an ability to increase her size.

Recommended Readings:

World’s Finest #23-26 – Tanya’s debut and event which gave her her powers.

Teen Titans #1-24 – While the book is overall medicore and sometimes stupid (I mean, the team gets manipulated by Manchester “obviously Evil” Black, for fuck’s sake), it’s also the only place where Tanya gets to be featured since her debut appearance and one that largely got to define her.

[kuuderekun]

NO NO NO Versus, we want a Team Up movie not Frank Miller BULL$H!T

Damn you DC, how come every-time you announce something that excites it has to be immediately followed up by something that pisses me off. We do NOT want Batman Vs Superman, we want Batman And Superman: World's Finest. We want their relationship to be like the the DCAU not like Miller's BS.

[darthvaders]

Is Bruce Wayne TSwift?

"Tall, dark and superman He puts papers in his briefcase and drives away To save the world or go to work It's the same thing to me He's got his mother's eyes, his father's ambition I wonder if he knows how much that I miss him I hang on every word you say, yay And you smile and say, "How are you? " I say, "Just fine" I always forget to tell you, I love you, I love you... forever"

and

"I watch superman fly away You've got a busy day today Go save the world, I'll be around I watch superman fly away Come back I'll be with you someday I'll be right here on the ground When you come back down"