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flashfuture · 4 years ago

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I’m a bit of an outsider but it seems like the 90’s were a very paradoxical time for dc because from everything I’ve read Wally and Kyle’s runs are right bangers but like...I’ve also heard...other things about how other characters were written thats...less than flattering.

It’s okay the thing is lol that it depends on the character itself. The 90s was actually going to be a swap over and retiring period that well it didn’t happen. So here is my character break downs of the take over characters.

The Flash

Wally was a silver age character. He was Barry’s legacy and Flash was already a legacy from golden age Jay Garrick. Wally took over in the late 80s. Barry was gone and Wally took up his mantle. The Flash Team knew this was coming.

He got an entire series about himself settling into his own without really anyone to help him. Rudy and Mary were terrible. Barry and Iris were dead. It was Wally and some friends he made.

Wally remained the solo Flash until 2010 ish when they brought back Barry. But Wally is currently the Flash again and hopefully DC will stop harming my baby boy.

Batman & Robin

Dick Grayson was growing up. And post crisis Bruce went from a overprotective father who Dick wanted space from to an abusive manipulative father who Dick was essentially running from.

Nightwing was Dick coming into his own. Connection to Clark’s mythos. At this point Dick was both a legacy to Bruce and Clark.

But Robin oh Robin. That was a symbol that didn’t fit with their new dark(er) Knight. So Golden Age Robin had to die. But Dick is busy.

Well who was just Robin right before Crisis? The Dick Grayson copy- Jason Todd.

So they bring back Jason and give him a quick revamp. They make him all chirpy and happy so Golden Age. But dark enough that he’s similar enough to NTT age Dick. Then they kill him. Like okay people say it was the vote but DC always wanted Jason or more accurately Golden Age Robin dead.

Which paved way for Tim Drake’s Robin. Someone who was made for this new darker Bruce. But would have also been paired with Dick’s more efficent Batman. However this failed when Azrael fucked hard with Tim’s character and bolstered Tim’s importance beyond the normal Robin levels.

He was there to validate every bullshit thing Bruce was doing. He was there to validate child soldiers and reset the narrative from partner to general and soldier.

The issue for many fans comes from Tim’s character being a dork who siphoned off Dick’s chip on his shoulder colder more analytical mind.

Tim was just super eager and happy to help. (His backstory was pretty much just Bette Kane redone as a friend pointed out to me)

So Dick started to morph into happy big brother here. But the Batfam was changed in Crisis so the Batfam angle didn’t fit.

Dick wasn’t as hostile to Jason as some people would think but they weren’t close.

Dick was very close to Tim. I think original Tim paired with non altered Dick was a very good pair who worked well together.

It’s just when Tim became more and more popular he was given the traits that made Dick so popular and work so well.

Dick gave back the mantle to Bruce and Tim well Tim get siphoning more and more of Dick as time went on.

Barely recognizable to their 90s and before counterparts

Green Lantern

Kyle is actually more controversial than I might lead people on this blog to believe lol. Due to my undying and biased love for him.

He came in as a character who was going to put a new spin on Green Lantern. He was younger and fresher faced. But Hal’s Parallax arc as many might not know was quick as fuck. He just turned evil after Coast City and went for Genocide.

Kyle was yeeted the ring and he went in to try and help save the world. Kyle was the one who talked down Hal. Hal handed him the ring and said you’re the green lantern. The passing of the torch really.

But Kyle wasn’t beloved by everyone. Many people found his entry too quick. They thought he was too good with the ring too quick. They didn’t like his character. Thought he was too emotional to be a GL not enough Will. Lot’s of different takes.

Also Guy and John were there and many people would have preferred to see them if it wasn’t gonna be Hal.

Kyle and Donna was another thing that was alienating. Many people would have preferred to see her with Roy (plus I hate her with Kyle but that’s me)

Kyle remained the sole GA until 2005 ish so about 10 years. And he continues to be a major player to this day.

Green Arrow

Chuck Dixon hated Ollie and wanted him dead. So in came Connor Hawke. Ollie’s bastard son and a really talented martial artist that Ollie met at the Ashram.

Ollie acted ooc as fuck during this run but he died in a plane crash.

And Conn took over his place as the Green Arrow. Roy was doing Checkmate and Titans stuff anyways but no one asked him.

Connor is my baby boy my favorite DC character. But he also wasn’t that popular.

Obviously racism. They couldn’t even agree on a skin color. Many people were turned away by the perceived ‘preachiness’ of you know bringing up real world issues.

A lot of people also didn’t like Conn being presented as a better martial artist than a lot of the Batfam (the fanon bias has always been strong)

He was main GA until 2001 when Ollie came back.

Superboy

Okay we got Kon way back when Clark ate it and then he was sort of here. Younger than the above kids but obviously the intended take over for Clark.

But then Clark came back. And it was just the take over didn’t happen here.

#dc comics

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sugagumdrop · 8 years ago

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Mirror Mirror | Four

A/N: This is a very explanatory chapter. If it’s not your cup of tea, i’m sorry? lol not much i can do for ya buddy! I will be staying on track with their actual pasts, but make it so they all met in Busan. Why the fuck Busan? Beeeeecause why not? Mah gawd just read it and don’t be an... uh... over baked doughnut... yea.

First Part: 1 Next Part: 5

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader Word Count: 4.1k Genre: Supernatural, Angst, Fluff

You find them all so unbelievably interesting. They are the only people you’ve had contact with for five years, and yet, it all feels so natural. None of the things they told you made you uncomfortable or jealous of the lives they were blessed to live. Smiles reach your lips so often during your conversation, and at first it’s odd. It’s a feeling you don’t remember all too well, but you grow used to it just as easily as they come to you. Your stomach turns in a weird way whenever they giggle or laugh, surprisingly making you laugh in return. You couldn’t remember seeing anyone as adorable as the three youngest, Park Jimin, Kim Taehyung, and Jeon Jeongguk, who during his turn told you to just call him Jungkook.

Him, being the youngest, made you relate to him the most. While you were technically twenty-four, mentally and physically, you were still nineteen. Two simple, yet long, complicated years younger than him.

He spoke fondly of fine arts and dancing, which he was in his second year of studying in college. Them being his hobbies while growing up turned out to be things he was very passionate about, besides singing. Singing was what he’d always wanted to grow up and do for the rest of his life. He wanted his voice to be known throughout the world, to be loved and appreciated by many, and to stay true, genuine, and happy through it all. You could see the truth in everything he said from the bunny smile he gave you and his physical expression. Though he wanted to be an idol more than anything, and received plenty of offers, his parents refused. Him being so young and having so much respect for his parents, he listened to them. He, instead, decided to wait and chase his passions through college.

Taehyung was on the opposite spectrum of Jungkook, shocking you. Because of how close they were, you assumed they were very similar to each other. They already looked alike, so it only made sense. You couldn’t have been more wrong. Where Jungkook grew up with the dream of being a world renowned singer, Taehyung simply wanted to be a farmer. Working on the outskirts of a town called Daegu with his grandmother, farming during the weekend and attending school during the weekdays: this is all he wanted. A simple life surrounded by people who understood his weird, clingy, unfiltered personality. His family. A family he left after being accepted into an amazing high school in another town called Busan. He was scared to leave, but his family was proud of him and encouraged him, mostly assuring him that the cousin he’d be staying with was very nice and loved him even though he wasn’t familiar with them at all. Once meeting Jungkook and Jimin in said high school, his dreams changed. The more the both of them spoke about their passion for both dancing and singing, Taehyung wondered how much more he could ask of his life. After he graduated, two years before Jungkook, and the same year as Jimin, he became enthralled with films and acting. He wondered if this passion could be his own to chase after. Two months after graduating, Taehyung decided to enroll into college. His parents weren’t hesitant on the idea of him going to college at all. In fact, they were proud, but once he said he’d take up acting as his major, they were afraid. He didn’t ask them for anything but their support, and trust that he’d do everything in his power to be the best at whatever he wanted out of his life. Him being on his third year of college and showing no signs of giving up made his parents believe in him that much more.

Jimin, on the other hand, opted out of college completely. His mentality was “I do not need a degree for something that i was born to do. I do not need someone to teach me something i know how to do better than i know my own name.” He graduated high school with Taehyung, and that was the extent of his education. His dream was to dance, and dance until his legs gave up on him in the distant future, and to sing until his lungs ached for retirement. You noticed his small frame, beautiful face that screamed “idol,” and generally small appearance. For someone who danced so much and had so much fire and passion, he didn’t look all that tough to back it up. Just listening to him scratched that thought from your mind as soon as it appeared to you. He spoke of trying to be an idol. How he’d auditioned since the beginning of his high school days, but would constantly end up at either Taehyung or Jungkook’s house in tears because of another rejection. Their words of encouragement were all he needed ever single time to keep him fighting, but as soon as he graduated, he gave up on being an idol. He’d heard so many things about major entertainment companies that screamed “stay away.” He knew his insecurities, his fragility, and his naivety all too well. You had to give him credit for being so self aware. He knew he wouldn’t last a day, let alone three years of training with the harsh conditions he’d be put through. That didn’t stop him from practicing dancing and singing at all. He worked quickly after graduation to find a full time job to pay for dance classes at a nearby studio. He was sure to ask the studio if it was a learning course, or just a group of people who were already skilled and worked on choreography. As he mentioned, he didn’t want to be taught a skill he was more than sure he mastered.

J-Hope’s life made your heart clench. He spoke of how his parents would constantly compare his choppy grades to that of his sister’s perfect ones. They’d constantly ask him “why can’t you be more like your sister,” and say things like “Your dancing will bring disgrace to this family.” They didn’t believe in his skills, and his father often pressured him about said skills very often, so he pushed aside his passion. He did his best to stop being “Street/underground dancer, part of the team known as NEURON” to focus more on his studies. It drew him into a deep state of depression, and his body and mind ached to be with his team, dancing and smiling and laughing with each other. He missed many battles and even more competitions just for the sake of his families pride. As soon as he graduated, he left as far as his money could take him. Busan. He stayed with his sister’s friend after his sister expressed her love fore his passion, wanting him to pursue it by any means possible.

Hobi was extremely hesitant to tell you the rest of his story, but Yoongi looked back at him and gave him what you assumed to be a re-assuring smile. After that, Hobi scooted a bit closer and continued with sadness in his voice.

The woman who he stayed with was a year older than him at the time. He was very grateful to her for allowing him to stay there and use the spare room to practice his dancing and sleep. After roughly four months of living there, providing nothing, he surprised her with a check for two-hundred-thousand Korean Won (roughly $200 USD). He had secretly gotten a job, working as a dancer and instructor for teenagers, to pay her for being nice enough to let him live there for free. He smiled as he told you. He’d fallen madly in love with her, and she supported him the moment he told her he wanted to save up to open his own dance studio. She was happy and proud of him, helping him with anything ever step of the way. Almost. About a year into the relationship, she’d broken up with him and asked him to leave. He was heartbroken and honestly had nowhere to go, and was left with one choice. He used any money he had saved and moved into a small apartment complex. He tried contacting her after the ordeal, but she never answered him. In that complex, he met Yoongi and Namjoon, and Jin who were his loud neighbors that recorded raps and vocals at ungodly hours in the morning. He kept reminding them that he had a job, and he needed sleep, but they rarely remembered to listen.

You looked at Yoongi with an excited sparkle in your eyes, scrunching up your nose in anticipation. He showed a genuinely adorable, unique gummy smile to you and shook his head.

“My story is a bit much, so i’ll save it for last,” He assured you, nodding with his gummy smile fading to a soft grin.

“Then it’s the asshole’s turn,” You sighed, shifting over to Namjoon. He rolled his eyes, scooting a bit closer to the mirror before letting out an unnecessarily frustrated sigh.

“I’m sorry for being a dick and hurting you,” He nodded once. You pressed your palm against the mirror, smiling at him to do the same. He awkwardly pressed his own against the mirror to line up with yours. His hand was significantly larger than yours, his skinny-ish fingers stretching a little past your own.

“Forgiven,” You giggled, feeling the warmth of his palm seep through the glass. “I hope you’re okay with revealing as much as the rest.”

“I don’t mind. My past isn’t something I've ever been too happy about hiding, and have learned to be more open about it.” He nodded, giving you a cute smile. His bottom lip looked almost pulled into his mouth and you swore it was the cutest thing about him. What a dork.

You both moved your hands from the mirror, and he proceeded with his own story. For such an asshole, he turned out to be statistically smarter than all of them. His IQ was over one-hundred-forty, and he was one of the top students in his school. Studying was a normal, annoying, but everyday thing for him. His mother and father were proud of him, but hated the fact that during his free time, he wrote raps and participated in underground rapping. His mother would rip up his writings and scold him whenever he went out, telling him that rap would do nothing for his future and to keep studying. He couldn’t though. Rapping and hip hop ran through his veins and it was something he never saw himself stopping, no matter how much his family tried to stop him. He accepted a program that allowed him to study abroad, and completed the last half of his final year in high school there. Once back, he showed his parents how high he finished among other Korean students and they cried, flaunting his education statistics to other parents. They were so distracted with how proud there were of his IQ and educational achievements, that they didn’t even notice, or take the time to notice, that he’d taught himself English. Bottom line was, to his parents, if it had nothing to do with education, they could care less. He continued writing and underground rapping and working until he’d earned enough to leave his parents, who wouldn’t stop hounding him about when he’d start college. He lied to them, explaining how he was reviewing applications, but he’d never go. He’d find success in his passion, whether they liked it or not.

“Why he decided to come to Busan a year after graduation high school, i have no idea,” Jin continued from Namjoon’s story. “He barely made it on what he had and came into the cafe i worked at, and still work at, with the same clothes every day. I swore he was homeless.” Jin chuckled.

But Jin protected the lost Namjoon from his co-workers. Namjoon never bought anything, never said hi, and kept to himself from opening to closing time. They all wanted to kick him out and tell him to stop coming, but Jin felt bad for him and explained that he was his cousin’s brother. Just a white lie for his co-workers to leave him be. A week after they realized Namjoon would keep coming back no matter what, Jin sat with him during his break. Luckily for him, Namjoon was very open and welcoming to him and spoke to him for his entire break. Namjoon wasn’t homeless, but he was jobless. He didn’t realize how hard it would be to find a job in a city like Busan, and wasn’t working with much money. Jin, being two years older than Namjoon, and significantly stable, invited him to live with him. Normally Namjoon was a cautious person, but with Jin, he didn’t have to be. He didn’t feel the need to be. Jin assured him he wasn’t a murderer and that he already had a roommate. They could afford the apartment fine on their own, with Jin’s full time position and Yoongi’s part time. They spoke about their past and growing up a lot even while he was moving in, and Jin noted how he was smart beyond his years. He was sure Namjoon would survive on his own, even if he hadn’t offered help, but growing up privilege and problem free was a luxury bestowed upon Jin, and he knew that. He wanted to pay the world back, in a sense, for the lucky hand he was dealt in life. He’d gained his full time job right out of high school, solely because his best friend was the owner. That meant Jin had a high opportunity for a major pay raise and promotion to assistant manager, or even manager. He could easily hold down a two bedroom apartment on his own, even a three bedroom if he stretched his dollar.

All of this was really starting to get difficult to remember and store in your brain, seeing as seven boys with seven polar opposite personalities were telling you their life stories. You let them continue as much as they wished though, craving to be their ears and closet if you needed to be, because you were alone, and them confiding in you made you feel important to them.

Yoongi finally spoke up, and you couldn’t stop the tears from welling up as he spoke. The story... his life... it all hurt you but what pierced your heart was the way his face continuously without end stayed emotionless and expressionless. As if there was nothing left of his old life in him and they were simple fragments of broken memories.

Yoongi had always wanted to be a rapper. There was nothing else in the vast world you all resided in that he wanted more. He craved the feeling of being breathless in front of a mic, exposing his words on stage for all to see. Writing and producing were what he was born to do, and you had no doubt in your mind about that, solely based upon the way he spoke about it. Passion was no where near close to the word you’d use to describe his unconditional love for rapping. He struggled with school constantly, and barely made it through the day. He struggled with self loathing and hatred, depression, and complete isolation and social phobia. He felt like a hollow shell all through high school, and his only escape from that feeling was his writing. He struggled to get his music out there, selling his self produced mix tapes for barely enough money to eat. Even that he was fine with, but his parents were anything but supportive. His brother believed in him, but with his already young and fragile mind at the time, his parents weighed on him heavier than anything. He couldn’t stay in his house with people who refused to understand and support him, so he left to Busan, where he took up underground rapping and slept wherever he could find.

“Here’s how we all came together slowly but surely,” He smiled, noticing that you were on the verge of tears. He did his best to leave out details and make his life sound a brief as possible to save you the emotional turmoil.

Yoongi was hopping from couch to couch until he saw an add at a cafe for a roommate. Jin was looking for someone to take over the extra room he had and help pay rent, even though he knew he didn’t need it. Yoongi had barely enough saved up for what was asked of the first month, but he approached him regardless. A month of a bed was better than a month in a bathroom. Jin accepted him right away, solely based upon his quiet and reserved personality, thin cat like eyes, and gummy smile.

“He was adorable! How could i not have helped him-”

“Yah! Hyung! You had your turn. Shh,” Yoongi jokingly scolded. Jin threw up his hands in defeat, and Yoongi continued.

After living there for two weeks, quietly rapping in the spare room, He’d heard Jin singing while cooking one day. Usually he stayed cooped up in the room, but curiosity got the better of him, and he stood by often days after that, listening to him. Once Jin noticed, which took a while, Jin also complimented Yoongi on his rapping. He swore he was his number one fan, and that made Yoongi happier than he realized. Yoongi had been so discouraged, barely able to get a mix tape in someone’s line if vision, but after hearing Jin praise him, he felt a rush of pride and courage once again. After the month was up, Jin forced Yoongi to stay rent free. He assured the younger that he had no problem affording it, and that he just wanted to support his dream.

A few heartfelt exchanges later, and Yoongi was out looking for a part time job, and asking Jin to sing some parts in raps. That went on for about two months before Yoongi met Namjoon after Jin had brought him to his apartment. Jin couldn’t believe the both of them were rappers, reaching for the same dream. You were equally as surprised that it hadn’t come up in conversation.

Namjoon and Yoongi were excited to share a bedroom and work together on a collective mix tape, and their own respective mix tapes. Yoongi would work during the day while Namjoon wrote, and Namjoon would sleep at night while Yoongi wrote. It was a great system they had, occasionally adding Jin into the mix whenever he was free.

They were both lucky enough to not have a next door apartment mate so they could rap and produce until ungodly morning hours. That was, until Hobi moved in. The apartment he moved into had stayed vacant for so long that the priced had been lowered to it’s max. It was a steal.

“Skip the part where i yelled at you all for not letting me sleep every night, and move onto where we grouped,” Hobi huffed, obviously not fond of the memory laced with annoyance and lack of sleep.

Hobi had been working at a studio full time as an instructor for teenagers, teaching them street and hip hop dancing. It was the closest thing he could get to what he liked to do while making money at the same time. After living next door to them for three stressful weeks, their music started growing on him. He couldn’t help but listen every night and got used to their music, eventually falling asleep to it. He remembered them knocking on his door and thanking him for putting up with them, handing him a copy of their mix tape. It genuinely made him happy, and grow a newfound love and starvation for rap. He himself began writing and having his life revolve around dance and rap. One night, after a little over a month of being their neighbor, he’d expressed his interest to the three about joining them, not knowing it wasn’t a group.

Yoongi, being excited little bean he was instantly agreed. They needed more people though. Three rappers and a vocal didn’t exactly work that well, even though Hobi could sing a little bit.

“Oh! Oh me next please hyung let me tell her!” Jimin giggled from beside Yoongi who sighed, agreeing reluctantly. Jimin happily scooted closer, squishing his cheeks between his small, slightly chubby hands as he spoke fondly.

He’d joined the studio that Hobi worked at, and the both of them stayed after hours with the owner’s permission, of course. Jimin practiced contemporary and modern dance, while Hobi practiced hip hop and street next door. They found it damn near impossible with the difference in music. Jimin thought he finally caught a break when he didn’t hear and music one night, and he was happy he’d get to both sing and dance. What he didn’t know, was that Hobi was just a bit late due to a meeting with one of the parents of a teenager he taught, but he couldn’t bring himself to dance after listening to Jimin sing. He opted to watching him from the door, which was creepy, but his curiosity got the better of him.

After seeing him, Hobi came into the room, scaring Jimin half to death and making him fall halfway through a jump. They shared a laugh over it, and Hobi complimented him on his dancing and singing. Jimin just called him annoying for playing his music so loud in the room next door, though it was just a lighthearted joke.

Hobi explained to him that he was sort of in a group and asked if he was willing to join, or knew anyone who wanted to join. Jimin wasted no time agreeing, knowing of Jungkook’s dream to have his voice heard and his own similar dream.

He explained to Hobi that he was a low soprano, his friend Jungkook was a high alto, and his other friend Taehyung was a baritone. They exchanged numbers and all met at Jin’s apartment that weekend.

“I was so shocked that Jin hyung was there! And he was apart of it, since i already worked at the cafe with him,” Jimin giggled once again, reminding you of bubblegum for some reason.

“I didn’t know anything about him or what he could do though, and soon enough, we were writing and producing our own music in my apartment,” Jin laughed, reminding you of a sponge on a window. You couldn’t help but release a similar sounding laugh of your own.

“Though, it was getting too cramped to record,” Hobi shrugged. Namjoon nodded, scratching the back of his neck.

“Yea... well we all agreed to get jobs of our own and save up to move into a house together, but we didn’t really... uhm... have too,” He cleared his throat and Jin finished for him, putting a hand on his shoulder.

“To make up for not supporting Namjoonie while he was alive, his father had it written in his will that all his savings would go to him. He was broken up about it at first, but it was four months ago. He’s a little better now, but it still gets to him,” Jin smiled. Namjoon nodded, giving you a small nod, but you noticed his eyes didn’t really say ‘i’m sad.’

“Ah i see,” you spoke after some time. “You too smart to be just sad Namjoon.” You smiled, and he gave you a confused look. “Forgive me if i’m crossing a line, but i’m not one to hold my tongue-”

“Go ahead,” he assured you with a focused expression on his face. He was completely fine with listening to what you had to say.

“I’m positive you’re sad about his death, i mean he was your father, but you’re disappointed in him. I’d go as far as to say angry even. He didn’t support you when you needed him too. He didn’t appreciate you where it mattered to you the most, and inheritance won’t fix that. You know he was a good person, but for how much you did for him, education wise, he didn’t give you much in return. I mean clothes, food, and a roof over your head is all fine and dandy, but what is any of that when you’re breaking both physically and emotionally to try and give them what they want, rather than what you want? Or more importantly, what you needed.”

Everyone was silent, you could hear a pin drop in the room or even an ant crawl across the room if you tried hard enough.

“I think she’s like a genie or something,” Taehyung spoke, not minding his own words and barely realizing he said it out loud. Namjoon laughed and nodded, scrunching up his nose before looking at you.

“You’re absolutely right (Y/N). I think you and Yoongi hyung will get along a lot better than i thought you would.”

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