#dc bizarro

[i-am-trans-gwender]

DC Comics Bizarro if he had a YouTube channel: Remember dislike, unsubscribe.

[myrefugeblog]

I love this panel so much.

[bats-and-birds-24]

I prefer Jason with bizarro and Artemis over Kori and Roy if I'm being honest.

I don't have anything against Roy and Kori, I prefer their primary relationship to be with Dick than Jay.

Also I just love the Dark Trinity.

[theofficialdailyplanet]

bat boys and their big friends

[neutralvibe]

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Jason todd meets Death before being resurrected.

Warnings: gore, blood, angst, fear. Happy ending, I swear.

He awakens frightening, grabbing furiously at his body in panic, trying to find himself.

He can't hear anything...yet... there's this ringing sound that seems to echo all around him... like a laughter...a maniac laughter.

He opens and closes his eyes while gasping and choking for air. Every time he opens his eyes, he sees his face... that smile... that inhumane smile. He squint his eyes shut, bracing his ears with both hands before yelling and begging over and over for Him to go away.

He could feel his broken ribs at every breath he took. Panicked, he looked down at his destroyed robin suit, looking for band-aid in his belt when he noticed his body twisted in a way that would hunt his dreams. His bones were popped out of his skin. The deep carving of the knives were painting his suit in a deeper red with his own blood. The ripped skin tissue and tendons were making him gag. He sat on a small puddle of his own blood. He stared at his body for a few seconds, blank, before the dull pain suddenly shots through his body.

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He screams.

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He screams in agony.

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He screams even when his voice cracks

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He screams even when there's no sound coming out of his mouth anymore.

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He falls silent on the floor. Quietly suffering. Sobs echoes in the void.

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He warped his bleeding arms around himself, clutching and gripping at his suit in a desperate attempt for comfort. His shoulder would jerk up every time he sobbed. He let his head fall to the floor until his forehead hit the floor.

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Tears run down his cheeks.

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The sound of his pain echoes

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Until the only sound remaining is his sharp breathing in the void.

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"Hello?" An echo reaches his ears.

He gasps harshly as he abruptly looks up. He sees nothing. Just now, he realizes he doesn't really know where he is.

There's mountains ahead of him, but they are strange. They look like they were made from black ink or some sort of waterpainting? It's beautiful yet strange.

The floor beneath him is completely white with small black dots like stars within it. It looks like a reverse night sky.

Not so far from him, he sees flowers. But they don't have any colors in them they look just like the mountains, water- ink-ich. They don't move. He just now noticed that there's no sun nor moon. There's no wind.

Where was he?

He clearly wasn't in that dark and twisted place with them...with him.

"Hello?" He jumped a little, that echo again. It sounds so close, but there's nothing around him. He was alone.

"Oh," it echoes. It's... pleasant, soft. Like rain. He missed rain.

"I didn't notice you were here, apologies." It's not an echo but a voice. He looked around, slightly unnerved. There's a voice speaking, but he was alone.

Until he sees a bright silhouette in the distance, slowly shaping itself more clearly as it approaches him.

He can feel his heart accelerating at every step they take. He started to back away from them. Leaving a trail of blood as he crawled away.

What do they want from him?

We're they going to hurt him like they did?

We're they going to torture and torment him like he did, too?

He doesn't want to find out.

No.

He crawls away while moaning in pain, tears running down his cheeks as he whines like a dying animal in the middle of the road, abandoned and left at the mercy of the cars. He doesn't look back. No, he doesn't want to look at the light that will end him.

He crawls until he can't no more. Exhausted and tired, he cries in pain.

He waits.

He waits for them to finish the job.

To finish what he started.

Breathing heavily, he lay there. But after a few minutes of silence. Nothing happened. We're they waiting for him to look at them? Did they want him to see who would take his life? The silence still remains. No, he wasn't going to give them the satisfaction of seeing his tears. They can go to hell.

Still, nothing happens.

His curiosity is edging him to look behind him. To see what is happening. But he pushed the thought away like it was fire.

Nothing.

Even after minutes that have passed, still nothing.

He takes a chance and looks behind him.

To see a woman staring at him with a gentle gaze.

Jason was pretty sure she was the incarnation of the sun with how bright she glowed. Her hair was snow-white. She had bandages wrapped around her eyes and hands. Her dress looked like waves of clouds when there's a strong wind pushing them into beautiful curly lines.

She had stopped a feet away from the small puddle he created earlier. She bowed slightly at him. "Greetings, young one."

He shallowed down his saliva before cautiously turning his body towards her.

"I hope you were not waiting for long." Her voice echoes softly in the void. It's nice, calming. Like a mother wishing goodnight to her child after a bedtime story.

"What is your name, my child?" She asked him softly.

He eyed her suspiciously. His mouth moves into a thine line as he stares back.

Noticing he wasn't going to answer, she smiled gently. "May I sit with you?" She asks while gently pointing beneath herself with her hand.

After a few seconds of hesitation, he slowly and painfully nodded at her.

She bowed once more while mumbling a 'thank you' before lowering herself to the ground. Sitting crossed legs.

A moment of silence passes between the two as they both stare at each other. One of curiosity and one of patience. Finally, she breaks the silence.

"You seem to be hurt, young one. Would you like help with your injuries?" At the request, jason feels his eyes water again. They want to help? Or their just trying to get him to let down his guard so they can hurt him?

He opened his mouth to speak but closed it right away. He hesitated. What if, just maybe, they do wanna help? It hurts so bad...

No.

She's going to hurt him in some way, that's for sure. Like the bat, how he left him for dead or how that maniac destroyed his body and sanity.

Rage ran through his body at the thought of the bat. He left. He abandoned him in that place with all of them. He left him for dead.

He clenched his jaw close as he closed his fits, almost drawing blood with the pressure he was putting on his skin. He glared darkly at the ground, lost in his own anger.

He didn't notice the woman had gotten up and walked towards him until he felt warmth on his back.

Then his gazed snapped to the woman that was now kneeling beside him, her hand on his back and the other slowly going towards his chest.

He should push her away, yell at her to get away from him. But he doesn't. It's like his mind can't think of anything when her hand lands on his chest and a warmth blooms in his body.

This feels nice...

He remembers when his mother used to hold him during cold nights when he was younger. It was warm and safe. Just like this. Tears roll down his face at the memory.

God, he misses his mom.

More tears fall as he sobs at the warm memories he suddenly remembers. He remembers Alfred showing him a book, his favorite now. When Alfred prepared tea every time him and dick came back together after a snock out. He remembers the video games nights he had with dick after a particular rough day.

With the overwhelming feeling of loss, He couldn't help but reach for the strange woman. He wrapped his broken arms around her form into a desperate hug as he cried, burying his face in her neck as he sobs and gasps for air. Holding on to her like she would keep the shadows and the cold away from him as long that she stayed by his side.

She hugged him back, sending warmth all over his body. She caressed the back of his head and rubbed his back gently while whispering that everything will be all right.

That he is safe.

He slowly realized that his body doesn't hurt as much as it did. He pulled away from her to look down at his body. He was no longer bleeding, and the trail of blood that he made, as well as the small puddle, had turned into the same flowers he noticed earlier. Gentle and small flowers.

His body was no longer broken or dislocated it was strong and powerful. He felt like a new person. He closed his eyes to feel his mighty heartbeat. It was strong and alive like a drum on the battlefield, strong and constant.

He was alive.

"My child." He opened his eyes again to look at the woman beside him who smiled.

"Jason." his voice was loud and strong. It was completely different from earlier. It sounded like he could move masses by just talking. "My name is Jason."

She smiled brighter. She was proud of him. He could see it in her body language. She was proud and happy. She reaches for him once again.

"Jason... my sweet little bird." She said gently while caressing his face like a mother would to her child. "Your time has not come, yet." She slowly took off his robin mask off of his face and placed it on the flowers beneath them, revealing his beautiful deep blue eyes. "They still need you. Your family needs you."

Jason suddenly has a flash in his mind. There was a 'S' like Superman symbole and a plushie? Of Superman? He sees hair? Red/ orange hair in a high-ponytail? And an arrow, a red one. As quick as it came, it vanished. He blinks a few times. What the hell do those things mean?

The ground suddenly starts to shake before it slowly starts to glow a deep green emerald.

What is happening?

He looked around himself when he noticed the mountains fading away in the green. The flowers turn into greenish colors. He looks back at the woman to see her smile sadly at him. "It's time..." she simply said before putting one last time her hand on his cheek, where she heals a rather deep scar.

Jason reaches for her hand to hold on to it. Scared of what will happen next.

"It will be okay, Jason. Do not be afraid of the future." He frowns, confused at her words. As the world around them crumbles into green. "Even if you don't remember... just know it will be okay." She continues as she reaches up to kiss the top of his head, causing a streak of his hair to turn white. "You will be okay." She looks straight into his deep eyes and smiles reassuringly before everything fades to green.

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"Everything will be okay." It echoes...

[radiosummons]

Something, something the Batfam being incapable of resisting friendships with extra-terrestrials.

[fuck-edfrugs]

opinion on bizarro

I like him by proxy of liking Jason, I don't know much about him. I think he can be used in fun ways but really I don't have enough exposure to him to have a solid opinion other than "he can be a fun character and his relation to Jason automatically makes me like him"

My father, a comics scholar, likes him and thinks he has a solid core but is also flexible. His iterations stay true to the bathroom idea of him being an opposite, so that comments on Superman but he's not locked into a specific kind of opposite. Like the way he was used on Superman and Lois he was still bizarro but also different from other portrayals

[framed-incompetence]

Hiya, welcome to the seventh and final part of my post about Red Hood and The Outlaws Vol.1: Dark Trinity. And what a finale it is, this comic is absolutely amazing.

Part One/Part Two/Part Three/Part Four/Part Five/Part Six

You’re doing great sweetheart.

An important distinction 😤

Ain’t that a bitch

Role credits

There is so much I could say about this final conversation Jason and Bruce have but mostly it’s just incoherent screaming again

Jason has a favorite gargoyle. Does this mean that the other Robins don’t have a favorite gargoyle. Good dad Bruce is best Bruce.

And so we end were it all began. I know I said it earlier but my god do I love this comic

Ok, so I need some help. So far I’ve had a pretty good idea of what comic I want to read for each character but I am having a bit of trouble with Duke Thomas. So for the people who know more about this than me which one should I read to get the best idea of who Duke is as a character. We are Robin Volume One: The vigilante business, Robin War, or Batman and The Signal.

[deadsetobsessions]

Danny’s always thought meeting other vigilantes and heroes outside of Amity would be an event he’d gush about. He’d figured it would be more intimidating. More graceful, certainly. Less humiliating, considering he’s known Val for ages and she’d seen him choke on chili cheese fries in middle school and hack it out like a dying walrus.

Ah, well, at least this time, it wasn’t humiliating for him. Danny Fenton knew when to count his blessings, and this counted for sure.

The sight of the helmeted vigilante laying face down on the pavement for five minutes straight was getting worrying though, even if Danny sympathized with the feeling.

“…You good?”

A pause of deliberation.

“No,” came the muffled reply.

Danny finished filling his gas tank- gah, why did the GAV have to eat so much?- before walking around his car and prodding at the now dozing man. Huh. He smelled kind of liminal. The man groaned.

"Hey, is there someone coming to get you or...?" Danny trailed off. Other than inwardly laughing at watching the infamous Red Hood eat shit on the asphalt, it was probably a good idea for Danny to figure out why the guy was so far from Gotham.

"Ain't your business, kid, get lost." Red Hood made to stand up, only to groan as he stressed his very broken arm.

"Right. Do you want me to sit here with you until your trusted adult picks you up?"

"Oh, fuck off."

Danny grinned. "Here, hold on. I think I've got an arm splint in my car." Without another word, he trotted off to grab his medical supplies.

"That's a concerning amount of medical supplies," Hood's hand- the unbroken one, went to his gun.

"I get hurt a lot. Like, a lot." Danny replied candidly, forking over the medical supplies.

"Red Him! Bizarro come pick up!"

Danny looked up. "Is that... zombie Superman?"

"His name's Bizarro. And he's way better than that blue asshole."

"I'll take your word for it," Danny shrugged. Liminals tended to have better instinct about people anyways.

"Bizarro! Down here, bud!"

"Red him!" Bizarro floated back down to the ground with a thump. Danny saw the little Superman plushie sat on top of his shoulders. "Red her in little trouble!"

"Shit, get me up." Bizarro turned slightly suspicious eyes onto Danny, who just smiled at him.

"Who this?"

"This is... uh..."

"Danny. Retired vigilante." Danny rocked back onto his heels. He'd retired Phantom years ago, taking over the family business and shutting down the portal.

"Huh. That explains a lot," Red Hood considered his arm. "Red Hood. This is Bizarro."

"Skinny him help?" Bizarro asked, visibly worried.

"Sure! Whatcha need help with?" Danny paused. "Can I be something other than skinny him, though?"

"Hey- wait-"

[one-bat-day]

Everyone always forgets that Jason has a Super too :( bizarro recognition ‼️‼️‼️ they are besties

“Red him am frightened of pretty?” 😭😭😭 bro 😭😭😭

[demonic0angel]

Competition (click for clarity)

I have so many Anger Management comics and ideas in my drafts, I’m literally on the verge of going insane bc I can’t post them rn.

Image description below:

Panel 1 has Artemis and Bizarro looking annoyed and tired, dressed in regular or uninteresting clothes. Jason is in front of them, facing away.

Artemis: … do we have to go?

Jason: Yes.

Panel 2 has a close up of Jason’s exasperated expression as he turns around to face them.

J: It’s not going to be that bad. Jazz is going to be there too so—

Artemis, from offscreen: Jazz?

Panel 3 has Jason staring at them in horrified disbelief as both Bizarro and Artemis have now changed their clothes into something extravagant and fancy. The both of them have smug expressions but are pretending to be nonchalant while they sparkle.

A: Well, we can’t keep a lady waiting, right? We have to hurry and go.

J: …

[bluebedo]

Trinity-adjacent Twitter AU (PT.16!!)

If I see one more "hear me out" cake with either conventionally attractive ppl or downright children, I am going to scream.

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[candy-san1]

why are they so beautiful ?!!

I love their relationship is so well represented

I love bizarro's outfit

and look at my girl how beautiful she is

I love this moment, it shows Clark's vulnerable side and that everyone overestimates him, even if it's a weakness, they are more complicated than that to achieve except for the batfamily

[furiouskettle]

went a little nuts and made a batman au joker and got really invested. i dont even go here.

in short, it's one of the morality switcheroo kinds, so bats is a "villain" (gone full crime eradication mode and stamped out any empathy. bruce has like. taken over gotham and keeps funding cops and surveillance.) and joker's a..... well. hes not a hero but he is here to ruin a billionaire's day and well if he ends up helping people out so be it. He's just a scrungly little guy and that's everyone else's problem.

(yes that is Dick in that one doodle)

[why-i-love-comics]

Batman: Wayne Family Adventures #122 - "Always Leaving, Never Staying" (2024)

written by CRC Payne art by Starbite, Vadynea, & Jace Camedon

[amevdw]