#black canary

[sol-sketchz]

The Lovers

I totally forgot to post this, anyways… I love them. Go read birds of prey.

[dailydccomics]

Dinah and Oliver by Ryan Sook

[wonderjanga]

Marvel: *looks around the table* “Need professional help for what…?”

GA: “It’s just…” *looks to Canary* “Come on Dinah don’t make me say it.”

Canary: “Your childhood. Your trauma. It’s affecting the way you treat those children. Now, Captain you know I’m a therapist. I can just organize an appointment for you-”

Marvel: “Wha- what do you mean trauma??”

GA: “Marvel, we know you’ve had a less than ideal childhood.”

Marvel: *thinks they’re talking about Ebenezer* “How? Did Junior say something for the fifty millionth time?”

Canary: “No, it’s rather that there’s signs for this kind of stuff.”

Marvel: “Oh.” *calms down significantly*

GA: “Yeah… oh.” *sounds awkward* “Look, man. The point is, none of us,” *gestures around the table* “want you to feel like it’s okay to treat the kids the way your parents treated you.”

Marvel: “I really wasn’t raised by my parents.”

Canary: “Then exchange parents for grandparents, or aunts and uncles, or just a guardian. It doesn’t matter. We just don’t want you to treat those kids the same way.”

Marvel: *thinking about Ebenezer* “But I don’t.”

GA: “And we hear that-”

Marvel: *sounds calm* “No, I’m serious. I don’t.” *pauses, thinking about if he should say more* “My uncle used to beat me for not folding his clothes correctly. I wouldn’t do that to those kids.”

Canary and GA: *share a look with each other*

GA: “We uh… Wow. I’m so sorry that happened Marvel.”

Marvel: “It’s fine. It’s not like you’re the one who beat me.” *sounds awkward*

Canary: “Well, regardless. It’s good that you’re opening up about your trauma. Talking to us is good. Talking can help you through it.”

Marvel: “I guess.” *shrugs*

Canary: “Great, so Iet me ask now. Do you want to schedule an appointment with me?”

Marvel: *quiet*

Canary and GA: *thinking he might say yes*

Marvel: “Nope.”

JL: *collective groans*

They proceeded to spend a solid twenty minutes trying to convince Marvel before Freddy bailed him out of there.

Marvel Being a Terrible “Dad”

In the league’s point of view, Billy has to be a terrible dad… and if he’s not their dad… why is a grown ass man hanging around with these kids? So for peace of mind, they assume Jr. and Mary are his kids. I mean, they kinda look like him. Kinda. Like, I can already see a good portion of them not really liking that he’s letting Freddy and Mary fight bloodthirsty monsters and villains. But, even the heroes that don’t mind that have to take a minute to process Marvel congratulating Mary for going off and doing something extremely reckless:

*They all just watched as Mary flew into an alien spaceship to take it down from the inside out. They knew nothing about the ship, just that it was hostile.*

Mary: *Flies back down from the ship, covered in soot. Lands by Marvel.*

Superman: *Flies over to them* “That was extremely reck—”

Billy: *cuts off* “Mary, that was amazing!”

Superman: “Cap, that wasn’t amazing. It was extremely reckless! She could’ve gotten himself killed!” *gestures to Freddy wildly.*

Billy: “But she didn’t!” *gives thumbs up* “Come on, let’s get victory ice cream.”

*The two fly off*

or

*All of them are talking about their kids, eating together at a little lunch table in the Watchtower’s cafeteria like middle schoolers*

Superman: “I wouldn’t let Jon fight any of my villains alone. Most of them, anyways.”

Billy: “Why? Is he not strong enough?”

Superman: “Well, I’m sure he is, but I don’t want him to get hurt, or traumatized. Being a hero can be harsh at times. He’s just a kid.”

Billy: “So? Just cause he’s a kid doesn’t mean that he can’t fight. Just let him.”

Superman: “What? I can’t just let him. How would you feel if Junior or Mary had to fight Black Adam on their own?”

Billy: *shrugs* “Depends. Are they gonna fight him individually or together?”

Batman: *Eating a bat shaped sandwich, made by Alfred* “Individually.”

Billy: “Oh, yeah. Sure. I could trust them to handle Adam alone. I don’t think they could incapacitate him though. A couple times, when I’ve been busy, they’ve held him off for me until I get there.”

Flash: “You just let two little kids (Freddy and Mary look like pre-teens) go out and fight Black Adam? The same Black Adam that destroyed like a quarter of Metropolis in a day?”

Billy: “When you put it like that, it sounds crazy.” *Eats spaghettios*

Green Lantern: “Dude, it is crazy.”

Billy: “Wha? No it’s not. Wondy, when’d you start training for being a whole Amazonian warrior princess?”

Wonder Woman: “When I started adolescence.” *Eats ice cream*

Billy: “Seeeee? It’s fine.”

Martian Manhunter: “How old exactly are Mary and Junior?” *Also eats ice cream*

Billy: “Mary’s eleven and Junior’s twelve, they’re close enough.”

*All except Marvel exchange slightly concerned glances*

or

*Marvel and Junior are bickering next to one of the windows of the Watchtower.*

Black Canary: *Minding her own business and walks past them.*

Billy: “How about I slam your head through this window so we can really see if you can breathe in space, huh?”

*Canary pauses, and wow. Junior didn’t even flinch. That’s actually crazy. The bickering just got worse. This really doesn’t look good from a licensed therapist’s point of view.*

[incorrectbatfam]

List Bruce situationship (wrong answers only)

Oliver Queen

That's it

I don't ship them but I'm convinced something is going on

I think their wives know too

It's an unspoken thing they've accepted

[wwprice1]

Amazing Ryan Sook cover!

[mikyapixie]

Batman: The Brave & the Bold premiered 16 years ago today on Cartoon Network!!!

So here’s my favorite song from the series!!!😁😍🤩

[crisisofinfinitemultiverses]

Birds of Prey 18 (2025) variant by Edwin Galmon

[theflashjaygarrick]

I want a hard travelling heroes TV show but when I say that I don’t mean I want a faithful adaptation. That would be terrible. I want an adaptation that’s faithful in spirit. Give me a ridiculously topical political commentary on America (but more nuanced, sorry Denny).

I want to see Green Arrow and Green lantern deal with the futility of the opioid crisis and go against MAGA and corrupt cops. I want to see them help undocumented immigrants after Hal’s expressed concerns that what these people doing is illegal and Ollie calls him a fascist bootlicker. I want the finale to be Hal deciding to wreck the Ferris air base after he finds out they hurt the anti war activists protesting them and quitting for good as he contemplates his own complicity in their actions. (He does that in the original over environmental concerns btw)

Give it to a bunch of angry, promising leftwing writers and tell them to go off. Hire a diverse writing room to tell the stories. Green lit a DinahHalOllie polycule subplot. Make the anti woke crowd fume.

[aboutzatanna]

Jamal Campbell referencing Zatanna joining the League in Justice League of America #161:

Main difference is that Zatanna is in her classic fishnets outfit than her pony tail look.

[ilovedagain]

A short story about Damian Wayne and what colors mean to him.

"Maybe we should speak in a simpler way," the therapist said to the artist. After thirty minutes of stony silence, she was still trying to get the artist to say a word. "Talk to me about colors. What does blue mean to you?"

The artist's first thought was Richard. A man in black and blue who flew through the navy night sky, untethered by gravity. Skin mottled the same black and blue underneath his clothes. He tried to hide from everyone, burying his hurt deep. As if, perhaps, if he couldn't see it, others wouldn't see it too. He would guard his emotions, guard others—the fool—but he wouldn't guard himself.

"Guardian," the artist finally said about blue. He could talk about colors. He re-crossed his arms for the third time, aware of how obvious his discomfort was but unable to help it.

He knew how to face judgment, harden his heart and list his failings to superiors. But the therapist was nonjudgmental, asking him about colors, and he never learned how to guard against someone without ulterior motives.

"What about yellow?"

The artist swallowed. Yellow was the color of the cape he tried to steal from a boy who needed it as much as him. It was a flash of brightness in an unforgiving world where he had to fight dirty and vicious to earn his place. At least, that was the world before everything changed. Before the world softened around the edges and suddenly he was the dark, unforgiving one.

"Regret."

The therapist hummed. A soft, melodic sound beneath the crashing waves in his ears. Maybe she could hear how loud his heartbeat was because she didn't push him to elaborate. "Pink?"

The artist almost smiled. Pink was the tongue of his cat, stuck out in her sleep.

"Cute."

Unlike him, the therapist didn't hold back her smile.

"Black?"

That was an easy one. The color of mystery. The color of the void in his life; the empty space beside his mother. That void captured his younger self's mind, always wondering what the void was like. What it would make of him. The hard part was saying aloud, to the therapist, what it meant to him.

"Father," he said, and immediately regretted his honesty.

She nodded, not making a big deal of it.

"Red?"

The artist exhaled deeply. He thought of many things. The red of his eye-veins when he was stressed. The red blotches of blood blooming like roses on a white bandage wrapped and wrapped around a head wound, vaguely bouquet-like. The red-chested robins he found in his father's gardens and fed seeds as he sketched their innocence.

The red helmet of a man, who was really a boy, desperate and different from his family. Living despite all the odds saying he should be long dead by now.

"Life," the artist said. He let his arms drop, suddenly drained like a nurse had drawn a liter of his blood.

"Green?"

The artist froze. He stared at the therapist, wondering about her angle. Did she know where he came from—his hometown and its lifeblood? Was this the goal of her little game of colors, how she would finally glean his thoughts about his childhood home?

When he was a young boy, in a kingdom of sand and gold, green was everywhere. The green fields in a greenhouse of extinct plants. In the green eyes of his mother and grandfather, the very same eyes as his own. And in the green pools that restored life, a miracle he beheld almost daily.

He would stand before those miracle waters, anxiously waiting for his loved ones to emerge, contemplating mirages and how it must be a lie to restore life after death. And yet, his pets had survived a plague, his mother had survived a stab wound, and his grandfather had survived cancer. He was a child who believed he was lucky.

"We're finished here." He stood and left, fifteen minutes before the end of the session, disregarding the therapist's soft-spoken plea to wait.

Richard greeted him in the waiting room with a smile that vanished when he saw his face. He sprang to his feet, abandoning the magazine unceremoniously on the chair, and matched Damian's brisk pace out of the building.

"What happened?" Richard took a shaky breath when Damian ignored him in favor of speed-walking to the parking lot. Richard placed a hand on his shoulder as they reached the car. He bent his head to meet his eyes, but Damian stubbornly turned his head away. His eyes were so, so blue. "Dami, what happened?"

Damian knew, and he knew Dr. Dinah knew, that refusing to discuss that color spoke volumes, more than anything he had said during the session.

"Home," Damian whispered, feeling like a child crying on his first day of kindergarten. "Please, I just want to go home."

They didn't converse during the car ride home, though Richard stole glances at him, his unspoken words palpable in the silence. Damian fled to his room and spent dinner there. He was too restless to sleep and too exhausted to study. Tugged between the urge to fight and to freeze.

Like how all roads lead to Rome, he ended up painting. He set up an easel taller than himself and began mixing colors until he had every shade of green. He thought about home. His old home, the one in an unforgiving world where death was both constant and impossible, where pain was as abundant as gold, but at least the world made sense. The strong survived, and the strongest conquered. They even conquered death.

The scene he painted was a view inside a tower. Stone walls stretched up into infinite flights of stairs, with assassins lined up in rows on each level. The pool at the bottom cast a thick, green hue over the darkness. But the pool was an afterthought; the focus was on the walls of the tower.

He knew those walls well. They were made of bulging rocks that lay unevenly. When they were bathed in a green haze, Damian couldn't help but think they resembled cancer cells under a microscope. And that was precisely how he painted them: a tower with walls like tumor cells, splotches of assassins in the darkness, and the gaping green pool at the bottom.

Poison. Green is poison.

[ultrameganicolaokay]

Birds of Prey #18 by Kelly Thompson and Juann Cabal. Variant covers by (1) Edwin Galmon and (2) Serg Acuña. Out in February 2025.

"When Oracle intercepts chatter about Sin from the ninja clan long bent on acquiring her, Dinah, Sin, and Megaera decide to set a trap instead of waiting for an ambush. Meanwhile, Constantine reaches out to Oracle for last-minute help moving a tricky demon across a dimensional plane, but Oracle only has the skeleton crew of Big Barda and Cass Cain on hand… and they might not be the best fit for this particular mission."

[drbatsponge]

Solicits for Birds of Prey #18 and Batgirl #4.

[dailydccomics]

Black Canary by Edwin Galmon

[thedarktowerdames]

[cloudkentsstuff]

variant cover for BIRDS OF PREY #17 by Serg Acuña

[dc-comics-enjoyer]

In a context where Batman is known and seen through his public League appearances, the misogynistic, homophobic, "alpha male" guys start using his image to illustrate their discourse of going to the gym, and seeking submissive women. They admire and misinterpret his traits as endorsements of their toxic masculinity. Online, they share images of Batman with stuff like "Be the Alpha, Be the Batman". They even use the word Batmen as a synonym to Alpha Male. "Real Batmen don't show weakness".

When Bruce becomes aware of this, he hates it. He despises them for all their messed up views, knowing they completely misunderstand his principles. Batman's true strength lies in his commitment to justice, empathy, and respect for all individuals, values that are fundamentally opposed to the toxic masculinity they promote. Bruce is determined to distance his image from their rhetoric, seeing them as nothing more than sexist and homophobic idiots.

So he decides to be a tiny tiny bit more Brucie when they appear in public. Not in form, but in substance :

When he's asked a question, he tries to go "I have no clue, I'd have to ask Black Canary.", or "I'm not sure, I'd have to see what Wonder Woman thinks about that", or "This time, we really couldn't have done anything, anything at all, without Supergirl."

Also, Batman becomes more visibly affectionate with Superman. During public appearances, if he senses a camera on them, he makes sure to be seen clinging to Superman. He would rather face dating rumors every day than be associated with those idiotic discourses.

(It's also a good premise for a superbat fake-dating fic !!)