#batman off world

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Batman by Christian Ward

[crisisofinfinitemultiverses]

Batman: Off World 5 (2024) variant by Dan Mora

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Dan Mora - Batman Off World

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[thedukeofdormont]

Batman Off-World 2 by Jason Aaron and Doug Mahnke

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New Comic Book Day! This week is all-DC, which is a little unusual for me, but these are all good series I’m enjoying.

[queer-benoit-blanc]

Bruce, after spending months(?) in space fighting aliens and trying to take down an intergalactic mining company: Maybe I do need therapy.

(Batman Off-World #5)

[donnatroyprincessofthemyscira]

[poptopia]

In my mind this is Michael Keaton Batman. The joke about Ione's landing is pure Keaton.

[shokuto]

Batman: Off World is so good in how it takes an imaginative concept like Batman in space and plays it straight while staying true to the character. Like, why would he be in space? To prepare against whatever aliens could come to Gotham of course lmao it’s so fucking cool

[superpoweredfancast]

Batman Off-World #1 Review

Batman Off-World #1 DC Comics Written by Jason Aaron Art by Doug Mahnke Inks by Jaime Mendoza Colors by David Baron The Rundown: Batman leaves Gotham to begin a dangerous mission among the stars. An alien vessel picks up another one and the crew sent in to check out the derelict ship will discover that it is not unmanned when Batman begins fighting to defend the ship from the alien…

[inkedberries]

after patrolling, unwinding in a diner somewhere ...

throw the man a bone batman geez

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Batman: Off World 6 (2024) by Doug Mahnke

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Dan Mora - Batman Off-World

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Ben Oliver

[noxcheshire]

I am sick, dizzy, and can barely think but you know what would be WILD?

If the DC universe was an echo of Danny’s world. What if the continents of their planet shifted enough where Amity is now in New Jersey and had then become Gotham.

And when Danny died underneath the portal a part of his death fractured and imprinted itself into those various worlds. One of them being Gotham, where Danny’s home ironically used to be where Wayne Manor used to be.

So just imagine it, you’re coming back from patrol, grimy, sweaty, and with questionable intentions by dressing as an overgrown bat when suddenly the lights dim. It dims and brings darkness, only enough light to catch the beady marble eyes of the bats you fear.

And then electricity jumps in the middle of the room, flinging itself around like an agitated snake in wide open circles.

Everyone is backing away, some weary, some cursing, some just half way out of their own suit.

And then a child — barely as old as your youngest now, flickers to life before you, screaming and screaming, wailing in pain as the scent of burning flesh mingles into the air. You can see the boy, black hair and blue eyes that underneath the bright light that burns them is causing black to turn white, and blue to turn green.

The electricity crackles and when the boy is about the drop, limp, certainly lifeless, he vanishes as if nothing had ever been there.

But he comes back, he always comes back, in the moment of calm and in the moment of despair, echoing that painful wailing of death.

It’s so wrong.

It’s very, very wrong.

It didn’t even matter anymore why the boy showed up, only that this moment of pain continues to haunt the cave of heroes.

Continuously haunting, even as some whispered apologizes when the boy appeared. Continuously haunting, even as some provided songs of comfort when the boy appeared. Continuously haunting, even as stories of Gotham are told and promises (though uncertain and flimsy at best) are spoken to the wailing boy who always drops fast and disappears just as quickly.

Always, it was the same.

Until one day it wasn’t.

The electricity crackled like it always did. A spark, and then a calamity of light. And the boy would be there, uncurling himself into a tense position as he would wail.

But not this time.

Instead the boy curled himself in the air, calm as can be, almost as if he were sleeping. Even the electricity that they have learned to dance away from was calm, gentle, like ocean waves.

And when the electricity vanished, the boy did not, instead dropping to the floor where Dick was quick to catch him, grunting in preparation of weight only to show alarm at how thin the boy truly was.

On that face that has haunted them all for months is just a boy, sleeping, and scarred. A boy breathing very slow, slower than what they would like, but here in the physical realm with them.

Dick brushed back bangs of black hair, and slowly, ever so slowly, glazed blue eyes stared back.