#dc earth 3

[ratscrap]

owlman, feather, and talon

[thank-mime-later]

What do You Think a Earth 3 Version Of You Would be like

( Earth is a real DC Thing )

( Its The universe Where all The bad Guys Are Good Guys and all The Good Guys Are bad Guys )

tha' is a good fuckin' question. Realistically I think I'd end up bein' a protester, or someone tha' who like works legally t' better the world 'nd people's circumstances.

Cus well... I do tha' but Illegally. I suppose.

[horror-enthusiast-xemi]

*sighhh* while I'm making some banger art for tumblr I am also giving in to the voices and writing a small Ultraman x J'edd J'arkkus fic

Idk if I should just post it to AO3 or drop it here.. they're brainrotting me

[starpunchsteria]

Evelyn Dent from Earth-3 doodle that I sketched over the summer LMAO

(Evelyn refs under the cut because I love her)

[dc-megatournament]

DC Mega Tournament

Round 1

Please vote for who you think would win between the 2 characters and not who you like more.

[plutonicbees]

save a horse 🫡

[batboopp]

pinch

[harveydont]

burnt toast

[domnorian]

Kryptonite Week - Day 3 : Silver & Pink

Nice silver cocktail you got there, Kon. Would be a shame if that made you even more obnoxious.

[devine-fem]

Art commissioned from @daughterzell.

Damian Al Ghul & Jor-Zod (Jon Kent).

[mylifeingotham]

[sinti-chan]

People who can easily forget to eat

Bruce/Batman (Neither of them ingests any food, liquid or solid, probably the serum bottles.)

Jason (after he was revived)

Tim (eats coffee)

Damian (He was taking care of the farm he has in the batcave )

Cass (just like her father)

Babs (was working, or have a little breakfast)

Kate (was working)

Helena Bertinelli (was working too)

Conner and Jon (Maybe they don't need to eat, I guess. )

Clark (he does it for pleasure because he doesn't need to eat, he is a plant, he does photosynthesis )

Raven (eats tea)

Flash (It depends on which one/no money for food)

Harold (no money for food)

Manhunter (He steals your oreos)

Shazam (no money, but Batman and Alfred fed him)

John Constantine (He lives on cigarettes)

Aquaman (Only eat at Atlantis)

Lex Luthor (He was on chemotherapy and fell asleep)

Joker (He's too Unhinged to remember that. )

Mr. Freeze (He tries to get his wife back)

Arsenal (Junkie)

Bonus:

Owlman (Has alarms to eat )

Atómica (Eat atoms)

Ultraman (eats kriptonite and do photosynthesis)

Superman Red Son (eats vodka)

Batman Red Son (eats vodka too)

[g1rlr0b1n]

Yet another commission by the amazingly talented @ookamihanta!!! Go check out their page to see more art!!! Their commissions are still open so go check that out as well!!! I highly recommend them!!! 🦉

Into the Owl's Nest (Preview)

Damian's eyes snapped open and he jolted up in bed, gasping for air as if he had been drowning. His skin was clammy and his heart raced in his chest. As his senses returned, the cold, musty scent of damp stone and earth filled his nostrils. He strained to see in the darkness, but could only make out the faint outline of a room surrounding him. The distant sound of rushing water echoed through the space, causing a shiver to run down his spine. With a sinking feeling in his gut, Damian realized that he must be deep underground, and he realized where he must be. This was the Owl’s Nest.

The faint clicking of heels echoed on the stone ground, growing closer with each step. He strained his eyes against the darkness as he searched for an escape. Too late. The door creaked open and a woman glided in, her form encased in a skin-tight nylon suit, feathers adorned the top of her cape. Her blonde hair was pulled back tightly, emphasizing her fierce features, while a mask obscured her eyes. Damian maintained a stoic expression as she spoke, her words dripping with disdain, "so, you must be Talia's brat," she spat. Her eyes roamed over his form, obscured by the mask she wore. The coldness in her voice matched the chill in the air, sending shivers down his spine. Her eyes narrowed behind the intricate mask, scanning him from head to toe with a mixture of curiosity and contempt. The silence between them was thick with tension but Damian maintained his composure.

When he did not speak she continued, “your father wishes to see you.” Damian's muscles tensed at the mention of his father but he remained still, not daring to give her any satisfaction. Not even when she glided across the room, her movements fluid like a predator stalking its prey did he move to get up from the bed. With a swift motion, she pulled him up by his arm, her long nails digging into his flesh. He gritted his teeth against the pain, knowing better than to show weakness. She dragged him along, her grip unrelenting, until they reached a large open space. A wall was lined with computers and equipment, and there, behind the glow of computer screens, sat a man clad in all back. The Owlman.

The man slowly turned to face him, his expression unreadable. "I hope you don't mind," he began in a smooth, almost mocking tone, "your mother and I decided it would be best if I took custody of you." Damian felt a surge of anger rise up in the pit of his stomach, a rage that was only met by the man's cruel smile.

"You killed my mother," Damian growled through gritted teeth, his hands clenched into fists at his sides.

“I suppose that’s true,” he shrugged carelessly, “it pained me to do so, I loved her-”

"Obsession is not love," Damian spat out bitterly, his control slipping as memories from last night flooded back. "That's not love...and when you couldn't have her..." His voice trailed off, trembling, as tears threatened to spill from his eyes. Damian had loved his mother more than anything, and this man had taken her away from him without a second thought.

The man's eyes hardened and for a moment, Damian could see the darkness lurking behind them, "let it be a lesson to you then," he sneered. "You may share my blood, but if I have no use for you, you can join her."

Damian was smart enough to know when someone was bluffing, and this man was not, he was well aware that this man would snuff him out the moment he stepped out of line. Refusing to show any weakness, Damian stood tall and pushed aside his emotions. "What use do you have for me then, father?" he asked, maintaining a calm and collected façade despite the turmoil within.

His features twisted into a smirk, “I’m glad you asked,” he stood from his chair to tower over the boy, “As you may or may not be aware, Ultraman was our esteemed leader until his most recent and unfortunate demise. His twisted obsession with his other selves was finally his downfall. Ironic.” The glint of joy in his eyes betrayed his words. “There are a few would be successors but of course I have my preference.” 

Owlman paused as if waiting for Damian to ask a question but Damian knew there was only an answer he sought. And Damian was nothing, if not adaptable. “Naturally, it should be you, father," he replied smoothly. He’d play along for now, he’d tell the crazed man whatever assurances he needed to hear. Afterall, he was somewhere underground surrounded by enemies, and if he hoped for any chance of survival, he’d have to be smart about it.

“Smart boy,” he scoffed, then continued, “Ultraman leaves behind his wife and son, Lois has already begun pushing for Jor-El to claim his father’s seat but he is just a child. Barely 19. He needs…” he paused again as if searching for the right words, “a friend more than a title.”

Damian raised an eyebrow in question, “you wish me to befriend him?”

“Sure…and who knows what may happen once you two become close.” Owlman shrugged, a wicked smirk spread across his features, contorting them into a menacing expression.

Damian racked his brain for meaning. Did his father want him close to Jor-El to distract him, to manipulate him, or to kill him? Did his father even care as long as he could take power? Finally, Damian broke the silence with a slow, measured voice. “I can only assume you have some means for me to arrange a meeting with him?”

“Of course,” he motioned toward the blonde woman who had been lurking in the corner. “Beth, please ensure that Damian is presentable for this evening's introduction to the rest of the Syndicate. Make him look…enticing.”

Damian suddenly became aware of another possibility.

[bobbinalong]

At all times I am emotional about Stephanie Brown. All versions of her.

(Young Justice (2019) #10 & Secret Origins 80-Page Giant)

[aster-maker-03]

Fanfic Idea

I've always been curious with DC Earth-3 and this is just an idea I want to share and it's something that's been in my head for a long while…

Batman in Earth-3, but with a twist...

Batman dies and his soul is transfers into the corpse of Bruce Wayne of Earth-3. With the corpse healed and revitalize, as if it didn't mummified. Batman assess, and take action; ignoring the pain, he kept digging until he reaches to the surface. He manages to dug himself out. Batman (or just Bruce for now), stuck in a body of a child, in an earth where the superheroes are evil. As he wanders in Gotham, Bruce is cornered by some thugs, Bruce fought back, with his current body he mimics the fighting style of Robin. One of the thugs has a gun and is about to shoot Bruce, but Jokester came in and helps Bruce. Thomas Wayne Jr, is then notified that someone desecrates family graves, particularly his brother's. He finds his corpse missing. He investigates and he finds his brother, alive and didn't age.

and that's where my idea ends... Next

[rhymeswithfart]

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