#dc magpie

[isthatrightkiki]

Some random drawings of Arkham. Lol idk

[outletcrash]

i LOVE this magpie design!! man-bat is a prototype not super happy but ill work on it.

[winstein-nin]

Mario Characters as Batman Villains - Day 24: Birdo + Magpie

We're making good progress, doing a lot of characters until now. Sometimes I feel like I am dreaming because I managed to crank out a daily drawing like this. Anyway, today's character of the day is Birdo, who takes on the role of Magpie! I feel that she is a good fit for the villain, not only because of their bird-sounding names, but also because I somehow can see Birdo wearing whatever Magpie is wearing.

One thing that was in the sketch was that Birdo was supposed to spit out an egg, but I felt that in the end, it would cause too much to happen since Birdo's already picking a diamond. Birdo was also originally jumping in the air, but I realised that she looks better when she looks like she's stalking. The long claws for Birdo is not a mistake, because if you don't know Magpie, basically one of her powers is to extends her nails, so this is a reference to that.

I have made a couple of mistakes in the drawing, but hopefully the art can shine despite this. Have a nice day!

Thank you for reading.

[hayaku14]

i just think if kaito sees this shinichi he's gonna lose his goddamn mind like i think he's actually gonna end up stealing for real just to sate this deep-seated desire he never even knew he had of wanting to decorate shinichi with jewelries and gems and ooooohhhhh like i know he's gonna find the ones that compliment shinichi's blue eyes the most, i fear for all the sapphire owners in japan y'all better hold on to them cause kaitou kid might just not return them for real lmaooo

[why-i-love-comics]

DC's Lex & The City #1 - "Riddle Me Kiss" (2025)

written by Sabrina Futch art by M.L. Sanapo & Arif Prianto

[siri-ike]

Empty, chapter 3

A dp x dc crossover fic

P.S. if you notice a spelling errors in any of my posts, please let me know so i can fix them.

Chapter 1 chapter 2

It's hard to tell how long they were sliding for. It felt like ages, yet only a moment. It felt like they had become friends, though they had never spoken. He didn't even know what her life had been like, why she had run away or why she chose this day. He only knew that he wanted to help her. And if that meant leaving all that conflict behind, so be it. He can find more elsewhere.

Eventually, they stopped at a far away park. The sun had gotten low enough that no matter where you looked, you had a 50% chance of being blinded. He made sure to drop her in a patch of grass so as not to hurt her. She was quick to get up and run into the park. Didn't even question the ice. He supposed he could leave her to her plans, but it's not like he had any of his own. So he followed.

All the way to the other side of the park where an officer picked her up like a wet cat. She kicked and scratched, but her limbs simply weren't long enough.

"Out late, are we? Do your parents know where you are, Maggie?" He asked, not putting her down.

Maggie? Oh, right, that other guy called her Margaret before. They must know each other.

"Let's take a look in that bag, shall we?" He took the bag and dropped her to the ground.

"NO! NO! It's mine! You can't have it!" She screamed desperately, trying to reach it. And that's enough. He swooped towards the cop and then through him. Leaving him half frozen, holding her bag. Now that he was still, she could jump up and grab it.

The sun was setting by the time she stopped running. They were at a train station underground. Light barely made it in to outline every surface with an orange glow.

The girls shadow got fainter the deeper into the tunnels they went. And it almost looked as though he had one of his own.

She stopped at a rusty old train cart. She had to put her bag down in order to force the door open. The inside looked like a museum. Everything had been taken out to make room for plastic cases full of jewelry like broaches, necklaces, and earrings, but also things like cutlery, candle holders, shiny wrapping paper. Most of the stuff here looks worthless.

Oh, no.

He was helping a thief. Worse than that, he was helping a kleptomaniac. Was that officer trying to help? Did she steal from the guy who was yelling before? Stupid. How could he be so stupid?!

Klank!

He looked down to the source of the sound. A menorah had fallen to the ground. The sound echoed through the train car and down both tunnels. Who steals a menorah? Sam would be furious.

A better question is: who is Sam?

His gaze wanders back to the girl, surprised to see she's looking at him too.

She just stares at him. Not directly. More so at his torso area. He tries moving over but her eyes follow, sort of. He looks behind him, and there it is.

His shadow. It looks human. Like if a person were just floating in the air. But, that can't be. He's not-

"you're not real." Her voice is much smaller this time. "you're just a filament of my imagination" She insisted, unconvincingly.

"Ok, even I know it's figment, and I'm one of the dumbest people I know." He floats lower. "But, you're right. I'm not real." He sits down on the cold metal train floor. "I might have been once. A long time ago. Sometimes I can see people, in my mind. they're blurry. But they're always the same ones." He lets out a breath of cold air. "A boy with glasses and a girl wearing all black. Those two are usually together when I picture them. Then there's a taller girl with red hair, she feels so warm even though I can't touch her. Then there's a man and a woman, he's big and square and she smells like oil, all the time." He brings his knee to his chest. "I'm not sure if they were real either. Maybe I just made them up." He curls up, trying to hide what would be tears if he could produce them. "Sometimes I, I-" he pauses to gather the courage to confess.

"I hope I made them up."

For a moment, he sits there. Letting the guilt consume him. But after a while with no response. He looks up.

The whole train car is frozen. Icicles have grown from the ceiling the display cases are incased in layers upon layers of ice.

And an 8 year old girl stands in front of him. With a look of horror, permanently carved on her face.

Chapter 4

[sparkoflena]

Things I Want From A Future Tim Drake Vigilante Persona:

- A tech version of a Spoiler-esque face mask. Filters out all of the bad toxins (like Red Hood's) given that HE LACKS A SPLEEN with the bonus extra-disguise.

- The name Doyel[?] (Or Magpie but I know that the name is taken by a Jason-Robin-era villain. References the same bird). Not only is it a *much more subtle* nod to his Robin/Red Robin days, but it can also reference Arthur Conan Doyle - given that Tim canonically could become the next World's Greatest Detective. Without becoming Batman is the biggest detail there.

- Let him leave Gotham. There are enough Gotham heroes now. The Neon Knights are needed everywhere, and it's not like Majority Shareholder Tim doesn't have the money to make that happen.

[jackdaw-and-hattrick]

Hey Brother

Inspired by Loli-kolinaki by larunde

Dick and Danny Greyson were close. The nine and seven-year-old seemed almost more like twins. That was until tragedy struck the Flying Greysons, both parents dying and the youngest disappearing without a trace, leaving Dick to his own devices until Bruce Wayne came to the rescue. He would come to be known as Robin, then later Nightwing, never stopping his search for his missing brother. Over time, as no new evidence came forward, Dick became convinced his brother was dead. He would be half right.

Danny Fenton didn't have many memories from before he found himself in the Amnity foster system, but what he did know he treasured, holding soft memories of kind smiles and high-flying acts. He did his best to stay connected to his roots, maintaining his acrobatic training and Romani. Then came his accident, and all that took a back seat. The accident had an odd effect, bringing back memories of falling through the broad green he now knew to be the Ghost Zone. As his relationship with other ghosts improved, he began spending time with Desiree, both bonding over their shared heritage, separated by centuries as they were. She came to care for the boy (he would not call her good, never good, but she was sweet, and that was enough)

A twenty-one-year-old Dick was having what could be called a mental breakdown. Jason, his brother was dead, and the last time they’d talked had been a screaming match two weeks before his death. His adopted dad was midway through his own shitstorm and was generally being a bitch intent on getting himself killed as well, there was a literal child following them everywhere and the damn insult of a clown was still standing. He was high when he said it, with no idea anyone was listening, let alone the consequences it would have.

“I just... I wish I had my brother.”

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“So you have wished it, so it shall be.”

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Desiree at least had the decency to give Danny a heads-up before sending him to a separate universe to help mend his long-lost brother’s fractured life. The rules were simple; Danny could not do anything to reveal his identity, and could not return to Amnity until they knew who he was. He could use his powers, but quickly realized that if he was going to get through to his brother’s family he’d be best off at least pretending to be human. There was no Phantom without Amnity, instead, Gotham got Magpie, a man more on vacation than a mission with a spirit box on his hip and a penchant for areal silk.

Things maintained like that for a while. The Bat colony was making progress; Tim had been successfully put through therapy and had more or less stopped incessantly stalking Danny. That was until one day a chill ran down his spine. Danny did not know Jason Todd, so when he found the kid wandering around with no memories and a soul barely hanging on to a broken body, he had no idea that this was more or less his brother. Still, he took care of him, helping nurse him back to health. Eventually, Jason decided to start working with Magpie under the name Cardinal, keeping his distance from the Colony until such time as he can look at them without wanting to punch someone (luckily being Cardinal means he can do that without questions)

[feartoxinjelloshot]

little scamp. ETC

[isthatrightkiki]

Beep boop. Some more actual character designs for DC Villians

[vertigoartgore]

1986's The Man of Steel Vol.1 #1-6 covers by cover artist John Byrne. Source Source

[blackbatss]

Batman #401

[bobert-man]

Every day I curse Injustice for giving us literally the best Suicide Squad lineup in decades just for a quick joke then killing them all

Not joking all these characters are so interesting, distinct and fun with them all having completely different types of engaging motivations and pathos, completely unique looks and power sets and there are so many different types of neuro divergence and mental illness within them you could make such an engaging story about these villains who are all treated as jokes being forced together.

[spideysirens]

Magpie 🪶

[hayaku14]

circling back to this hc, kaito steals these just to put it around shinichi's neck 😳

[why-i-love-comics]

Batman/Superman: World's Finest #18 - "Phantom Riddles" (2023)

written by Mark Waid art by Travis Moore & Tamra Bonvillain