#dc movie spoilers

[hayaku14]

even heiji is like, "what in the gay is going on" LMAO

[jaewritesfic]

Everlasting Trio Nobody Knows AU DP x DC Part 4

Part 3

(Tim POV! This is a long one 😅)

 Tim almost has it. He's so close to cracking this file he can fucking taste it. He's been fighting this thing for two weeks. It's the most incomprehensible and infuriating code he's ever faced off against, which is fitting considering who gave it to them.

The engineer. THEIR engineer. The engineer they didn't ask for and Tim still isn't sure how they got, and the single biggest mystery in Tim's fucking life right now.

See, a significant amount of Bat gadgets at this point are Tim's brainchildren. He imagines them, he designs them, he workshops and tests them.

A few months ago, he'd had a pouch on his utility belt full of experimental pellets meant for slowing down fleeing vehicles. They were designed to break when run over and the compound inside would expand into durable, sticky foam that would ensnare tires.

He'd tested them in the cave.

He had not been prepared to take one hit to that side and have to frantically divest himself of that pouch before he became Gotham's latest foam based cryptid. 

His family had laughed themselves silly at him even as he broke off in pursuit of the drug runners he'd been fighting.

When Tim had doubled back expecting a mess to clean up and pellets to rework? It had been gone. All of it. The foam, the pellets, the pouch of his utility belt.

A serious problem, because who knows who got their hands on that?

Then it had shown back up.

That is to say, Gordon had called them because he found a pouch with a note labeled ‘for Red Robin’ sitting on the stand of the Bat Signal and didn't dare touch it.

After making sure it wasn't a bomb or some kind of biological weapon, Tim had opened the pouch - his own belt pouch - and found pellets. New pellets. Different pellets.

The note just read, “As funny as that was to watch, I fixed them for you. No more premature sploogage on the job. :3 P.S. here's a recipe for solution to dissolve future intentional discharges.”

They'd been right, too. The new pellets were tested (in case THEY were a bomb or biological weapon) and they'd been just strong enough to safely transport but still break when under the pressure of tires. Even the foam was more effective, and the spray Tim synthesized from that stupid recipe had worked like a dream.

What. The fuck.

This person not only improved his design and came up with a dissolution agent from scratch in days, they'd been watching without him knowing and made off with the original pellets without anyone noticing.

This was either a rogue in the making or someone they wanted on their side, and either way they needed to be found.

So Tim had done the obvious.

He'd put together a lockbox of money for the product they'd been given, loaded it with no less than ten (10) bat trackers and a note thanking their mysterious benefactor and requesting to meet up. He'd exploded a foam pellet on a rooftop and left the box on it in the hopes they'd notice and find it, then hung around far enough to not be seen and close enough to beat feet as soon as the trackers started moving. 

They did not start moving. They all went offline simultaneously. 

Tim has never moved so fast in his life, and yet by the time he got to the rooftop there was a pile of foam and nothing else. Not even a trace of whoever took the lockbox.

The next day, there was a ping of one (1) tracker that led them to a note thanking him for the money, refusing to meet, and asking if they'd considered certain improvements to their grapples with schematics for said designs.

Thus started the most bizarre and infuriating chase through notes, money, helpful designs and disappearing trackers Tim has ever been a part of.

Last time, the engineer had left them a USB stick and a note claiming that since they really wanted to know about him so bad, they could have the information on the USB if they could crack the encryption on the zip file inside.

Obviously they screened heavily for viruses or backdoors, but long story short Tim has been trying to crack the fucking thing for two weeks and refuses to let Oracle help. It's personal. It's a matter of pride. 

He could swear the code itself has actively been sabotaging his attempts to hack it, which is, you know. Impossible. 

Ping!

Tim blinks, looking over at the map on another monitor of the Bat computer. 

“Motherfucker-”

He taps into Duke’s comms. This is the first time this has ever happened during the day shift, he wasn't expecting it.

“Signal! I need you on the roof of the warehouse on the corner of Fifth and Everest - a tracker just came online.”

Another thing that infuriates Tim. You can't just turn Bat trackers on and off. They're activated, and then they either stay active or they're destroyed. They can't be turned off and then reactivated.

And fucking yet.

Duke groans, but his own tracker starts making its way in that direction.

“Dude. He's gonna be long gone by the time I get there. He always is.”

“He can't run from me forever,” Tim insists. “I'm almost in this damn file, and I am going to find him and dangle him off a roof from his ankles for giving us this runaround, so help me God.”

“Uh huh,” Duke deadpans. “Sure you are. I'm almost there, and- oh look! A note. What a surprise!”

Tim hears Duke touch down on the rooftop, eyes on the code on his screen while his brother clears his throat and reads aloud.

“Ahem- ‘Good morning, sunshine!’ - guess that's me - ‘I hear some bats and birds have been murdering tires at an alarming rate with the way they drive their bikes-’”

Tim freezes. He's not listening anymore.

“Signal.”

“‘- and that just can't be good for business. Nobody wants a bald tire ruining a chase. So boy do I have the thing for you-”

“Signal!”

“What?”

“I got it.”

“Huh? Got what?”

“I cracked his file. I got it.”

Tim is staring, wide eyed and full of a mixture of elation and trepidation at the contents of the zip file. It's a single text file titled, ‘Wow! You did it!’

“Oh, shit? Well? What's in it?”

Tim swallows, mouse hovering over the file. He takes a deep breath, then double clicks.

The file opens.

Tim blinks.

“Red Robin? What's in it?”

Tim scrolls slowly down, disbelief and horror dawning across his face. “Oh my God.”

“What? Come on, man, talk to me.”

Tim scrolls further.

“Oh. My God.”

“Red? Red Robin, you're scaring me, man.”

Tim puts his face in his hands. Voice muffled, he responds.

“Duke.”

“...Red? You okay?”

“No.”

“No?”

“It's the entire Bee Movie script.”

Silence reigns for a solid five seconds before Duke breaks and descends into raucous, hysterical laughter.

Even muffled by his own hands, Tim's scream of rage scares the bats in the cave into a tizzy.

Part 5

Masterpost

[mottemort]

they are tired

[secretnimh]

It's movie night, and they're watching The Princess Bride. If you don't think Eddie would have a DC Blue Beetle popcorn bucket, you're mistaken

[ggothamite]

blue beetle (2023) or jaime reyes and the terrible, horrible, no good, very bad two days.

[superklutzkent]

Battinson taking Dick to watch the Barbie movie, Bruce is dressed fully in black and he's wearing his little sunglasses. Compare that to Dick, who's wearing a barbie shirt and hat, also with shades, holding a pink barbie themed batman plushie

[gothamitee]

Somebody pls remind Stephanie secret identities must remain hidden !!!

[armed-with-a-waffle-iron]

Stephanie: Hey Big Bird. Not too late, am I?

Dick: Steph?? *struggles to contain laughter* Babs must've stitched you up.

Stephanie: Wat?

Dick: The theme's super-villains!

Stephanie: ...Ohhhh, I'm not dressed up as The Spoiler! I'm Mrs. Baker.

Dick: Huh?

Stephanie: Mrs. Baker! You know, from back when you and Bats met Scooby Doo.

Dick: 😶😳

Stephanie (doing Dick's voice): Holy selective memory, Batman!

[dearest-darlingest]

[greenapplebling]

*on the movie theater about to watch Barbie*

Steph: Hey, Barbie

Tim, after half an hour of avoiding the bait so he won't start singing in public: Could you not-

Bernard: Hi, Ken!

[calimera62]

I'm seeing many people saying things like: "Come on, it was too obvious... They look too much alike!" or "Why are you all surprised? They could be twins!".

To these sentences, I'll answer:

1/ We thought it was an on-going joke.

2/ Some of us may have suspected they were cousins/half brothers/twins/whatever but we never guessed it would be revealed as canon, in a movie, more than twenty years after.

3/ The manga is full of lookalikes. Ran and Aoko look alike, they could even be twin sisters if not for the different hair style. Does the fandom claim them to be family? Soshi Okita also looks like Shinichi. Even Hattori was able to disguise himself as Shinichi (ableit with a different hair style and make-up to clear his skintone). Does that mean they're family too? Gosho Aoyama is known for drawing characters with similar traits. You can't blame us for thinking Kaito and Shinichi looking like each other was nothing but a coincidence.

[hayaku14]

///detco m27 spoilers

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this motherfucker gosho didn't even put the cousin reveal in the main story, it's literally like 3 crumbs in the movie and that post credits scene y'all are so sick for that 😭😭😭 like you can take that plot point away and it wouldn't have affected the main story at all why was it necessary???? waited 20+ years just for that handwavey reveal I hate y'all toichi you should've stayed dead you sick bastard 😭😭😭

[dailydccomics]

a super, duper date-night with Superman and Superwoman Superman #21 by Joshua Williamson and Dan Mora

[gothamite-rambler]

"You have given me no reason to fear you," Stephanie said to her kidnappers calmly.

Stephanie Brown sat tied to a chair in a trio of kidnappers apartment. She was slightly afraid, but mostly aggravated she took Tim's advice on just being kidnapped and not fighting back when in civilian clothing. She could take these kidnappers down herself, but according to Tim it's better to be snatched. The kidnappers start up a recording on the leader's phone and he creeped closee to Stephanie. (I love the clip this was inspired by).

Kidnapper (Warren): All right, read this!

Warren held up a note book with a script for Stephanie to read.

Stephanie (squinting her eyes): Ma- Wow that handwriting.

Stephanie struggled to read what she could only describe as chicken scratch.

Stephanie: Ma, I have been abduct, I am fine-

Warren: Abducted.

Stephanie (dryly): It says abduct.

Warren: Just say abducted.

Stephanie (rolling her eyes): Ma, I have been 'abducted'. I am fine right now, but I may not be for loring.

She paused chuckling.

Stephanie (chuckling while continuing to read): I'm sorry, let's keep going-- If you do not pay the 'sun' of one million 'doolars'-

Warren (reading over the note): Wait a minute, wait a minute. Loring? The 'sun' of one million 'doolars'? What the-

Stephanie (mockingly): That's what it saaays.

Warren (pissed off): That's 'long' and the 'sum' of one million 'dollars'. You know what it means.

Stephanie (indignant): I don't know what it means. You told me to read this. That's what I'm doing.

Warren aimed the gun at her, but Stephanie crossed her legs not caring anymore due to the men's obvious ineptitude.

Warren: Just say what it means, okay?

He turned the notebook back to face her.

Stephanie (annoyed): I may not be for long if you do not pay the sum of one million dollars, you will never see me alive again these men mean 'businesses'.

Stephanie snort laughed.

Stephanie (jokingly): I'm so glad you got your child to write this. Where is the little tyke?

Warren shook with anger, reading the note again. He glared at the other kidnapper.

Warren: Kevin!

Joey (glacing at Kevin): I think he's pissed at the note.

Kevin toom a step back from Warren, holding his head down.

Stephanie (snide): It says 'businesses' that's what it says, you told me to read the note you never said to improv it.

Warren (lowering his gun and glaring at the sneering girl): Oh, improv! What are you Meryl -Fuckin- Streep? Okay, improv the note!

Stephanie (recrossing her leg and clearing her throat): Aye, Ma, these sexually frustrated degenerate losers mean (softer tone) business.

Warren (stammering and pissed off again): Don't- Don't- Don't improv it. Don't get smart.

Stephanie (with attitude): I'm sorry me passing english class in freaking home school ruined the flow of your crappily written note!

Warren: Fuckin- Joey give me a fuckin' pen!

Warren walked away, smacking Kevin on the back of his head. Joey passed him a pen. Stephanie kept her legs cross while whistling.

Warren (angrily whispering): Oh I was homeschooled, look at me. Fuckin' brat.

Stephanie: It's not whispering if I can hear you.

Warren went back over to Stephanie and showed her the new ransom note.

Warren (demanding): Read it.

Stephanie: Ma been kidnapped, send one million or I'm... Dead.

Warren presses the stop button for recording on his phone.

Warren (smirking): Perfect.

Stephanie (fake sweet voice): Good for you, your chicken scratch writing was so much easier to read. You write like a monkey with a typewriter but good for you.

Warren (shaking with anger): You're lucky we need this money.

Stephanie: Question, are you as bad in bed as you are at kidnapping?

Warren clenched his fists deciding it was better to walk away over unleashing his anger on the young woman. Stephanie kept her legs crossed knowing the kidnappers were about to deal with a born again catholic woman and one of her many batfam saving her.

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Crystal listened to the audio that was sent to her from an unknown number enraged but also perplexed by one thing.

Crystal: The bleedin' nimrods din't have enough sense to edit this down? My lass sure knows how to give a tongue lashin' though. I'm proud of her. Well, time to call the rat bastard.

Crystal pulled out her phone and dialed Bruce Wayne's number. Without letting the man speak she interjected.

Crystal: Aye, me daughter got kidnapped and they're demandin' ransom. I work on a nurses salary, you're the Batman-

Bruce: Could you not fucking say that out loud. You're lucky I don't have you on speaker.

Crystal: And you're fecking lucky I'm not next to you with my slipper, who ya fecking think you're talkin' to!

Bruce (remembering who he's talking to): I'm-

Crystal: Nuh-uh, I'm talkin'! Either send them the money or send one of your many kids to save her. Oh and I am meetin' with ya later to discuss my daughter's pay. Yeah, we're bumpin' that up af'er this.

Bruce: I have no say in this at all, do I?

Crystal: Aye, I'll meet you at your manor in twenty minutes and we can get ready to save the child I trust you to protect but ya pissed me off.

Bruce: Okay.

Crystal: Okay, what?

Bruce (sighing): Okay... Crystal.

Crystal: Good boy.

With that she ended the call, grabbed her purse and keys, then left her apartment to save her daughter and give Bruce an earful.

[heylosers06]

Omg it deleted again, so sorry!! 😭

Idk what this is but it’s funny to me, Lego Batman is so silly.