#dc new earth

[comic-omniverse93]

DC Tales Of New Earth - Terror - The Blood-Bat By Paul Gulacy, Jimmy Palmiotti, and Dave Stewart

[dc-trinity90s]

DC Tales Of New Earth - City Of Assassins By Mike Zeck

[justletmeramble1701]

So, I'm designing my own DC universe in my head and I don't know what to do with the JSA characters.

I like the legacy of the New Earth continuity. Superheroes have been in the public eye since WWII. Heroes that inspired the heroes that will go on to form the JLA. There are obvious examples like Barry Allen being inspired directly by Jay Garrick and the mantle of Black Canary being passed from Dinah Drake Lance to her daughter Dinah Lance. This sets up the tradition of the legacy hero, which will become important as the generations progress. Also, and this is surprisingly not commented on much, Alan Scott (The Green Lantern) was from Gotham. Before the batfamily protected that hellscape, Alan Scott defended it against gangsters and mystical threats. How much inspiration did he have on the dark knight?

I also like the bronze age Earth-2 stories. The world where Batman, Superman, Wonder Woman, and Robin were members of the JSA in the 40s and now the second generation of heroes (Huntress, Power Girl, and Robin... again) are replacing the heroes that are somewhat retiring. On Earth-2, the mantles of the original JSA members hold too much weight for someone else to take it up, so the children of the heroes create their own. For example, Dick considers taking up the bat mantle after Bruce's passing but is convinced not to by Huntress, staying as Robin (sometimes being shown in a hybrid Batman/Robin suit).

Also, this would make the multiverse easier to establish. If Jay Garrick is already a part of the main universe, then why would you write an adaptation of The Flash of Two Worlds where Barry meets the Earth-2 version of Jay? I like the idea of using that story to introduce the multiverse because of its relatively small scale (Barry goes too fast and ends up crossing the multiversal barrier, so now a retired Jay has to help him back to his own world while stopping a scheme by Garrick's rogues), but would it confuse the audience as to why it is needed? Should I just do what they did in the comics where I start with them being separate but after Crisis they get combined?

Also, on a lesser note, can I make it a fictional war instead of WW2? I want it to take place in the modern day without the "magic spell making them age slower" reasoning. I don't think the characters are tied to any of the actual events of WW2 so it might be fine (like the heroes were not actually a part of any major battles or anything, they were just a part of WW2 propaganda pieces). Just, if Warner Bros can make a Wonder Woman set during WW1 instead of its sequel, this should be fine, right?

[xero0glitch-x]

"Jack Kirby's Fourth World"

[Real Name]: Nina Dowd

[Main Alias]: The Mighty Endowed

"STATUS"

[Alignment]: Bad

[Identity]: Public Identity

[Citizenship]: American

[Marital Status]: Single

[Occupation]: Archaeologist

"CHARACTERISTICS"

[Gender]: Female

[Eyes]: Green

[Hair]: Strawberry Blond

"ORIGIN"

[Universe]: Fourth World · New Earth

[Creators]: Peter David · Todd Nauck

[First Appearance]: Young Justice #1 (September, 1998)

(Further Info): https://dc.fandom.com/wiki/Nina_Dowd_(New_Earth)

[adalineozie]

Supergirl #62

Written by James Peaty

Art by Bernard Chang

[soranatus]

Concept art from a pitched Batman Beyond animated feature film — From Writer/Director Patrick Harpin (My Dad the Bounty Hunter) & Production Designer/Producer Yuhki Demers (Into the Spider-Verse, Across the Spider-Verse)

[breesperez139]

Dc x Dp Prompt #6

“I’m a twin”, Damian said one night. He could feel the narrowed eyes of his family drilling holes on his back in disbelief. Not that he could blame them. Damian had never so much as implied being raised with a companion, much less a sibling.

“I had a brother”. Damian paused to recollect himself. He had not said his brother’s name out loud in over 8 years.

“His name was… Danyal”. Damian hated the way his voice wavered, but he could not help it. Danyal was everything to him, his other half. Their heart beat as one and when one heart stopped beating, the other one died with it. At least until his family put his heart on metaphorical life support without ever realizing.

“Where is he now?” His father asked, voice filled with knowing grief and a hint of betrayal. It had in fact been 6 years since Damian first showed up on his doorstep.

“Up there”. All eyes shifted towards the specific star he was pointing to. “Right before he died, he promised me he’d guide me from the stars. Unfortunately, the stars are not visible in Gotham, so my brother is unable to be of much help unless I leave the city.”

“Your brother is Polaris, the North Star?” Tim questioned warily, most likely in attempts to not offend him. Damian was aware of how stupid it sounded, but Danyal had promised, and his brother never broke his promises.

“Yes. Danyal is with the stars now, just as he always wanted”

[kettlefire]

Prepare for the unexpected. (DPxDC)

Everyone knew about the reign of Pariah Dark. Even those who did not dabble in those realms have heard the tale of the tyrant. A power-hungry man who ruled over the dead with an iron fist.

Following the rise of Pariah Dark, his realm had been effectively cut off from communication. Many mystics and magic users knew better than to open the door of nightmares that could arise if Pariah Dark's reach went further than his own realm.

Except, the universe had plans to bring the realm of the dead back into the cards.

A new opponent, one that had all of Earth's heroes scrambling for options. A being with powers of a god over weather, destruction was on the horizon. A world ending threat.

It's the only reason the Justice League was doing this. In a deep bunker, far from close civilization as a precaution, the heroes looked on with grim expressions.

The world was already being threatened. It would be destroyed regardless of what the league did. So it only made sense to make the last ditch effort. To summon someone strong enough to defeat the threat.

No one wanted to do it. No one wanted to be the one to pull the realm of the dead back to the living. The consequences were untold if this succeeded. If Pariah Dark was freed and defeated the threat, whose to say he won't want control?

That was a problem for later. For the aftermath. For now, the league could only watch on with bated breath as Constantine completely the summon ritual.

They watched on as the shadows in the room seemed to darken and grow. As the sigil sputtered to life with a glow that was growing increasingly brighter. A sudden gust of wind rushed through the room, the temperature began to drop with eaching ticking second.

And then it was all gone.

The room stood perfectly still. Just as it had been moments before. Nothing changed. No giant king standing before them, no sign that the ritual worked.

The room stood deadly still for another beat before the murmurs started. The team trying to make sense of the situation, figure out what went wrong.

Constantine swore up and down that this was the correct ritual, taking offense that they would even think the problem was on his end. It only made it better when it finally happened.

A loud sound ripped through the room, pulling everyone's attention back to the summoning circle. Just in time to see a tear appear in the space above the circle.

A thin tear that ran the length of eight feet. The fabric of the dimension seems to curl at the edges, pulling back to reveal a deep glowing swirl of greens. A dark gloved hand reached through, fingers curling around the edge of the tear, stretching it even further.

A portal. The ritual had worked, but there had been a delay. A delay that had every hero nerves on edge. Each team member tensed, weapons at the ready as they watched the being stretch the portal to the right size.

Then, a foot stepped out with a heavy thud. A dark boot that looked otherworldly despite its similarity to mortal clothing. A deep black that seemed never-ending. A second foot quickly followed before a full body emerged from the portal.

Not many people in the room have ever seen Pariah Dark, let alone know what to expect. Based on what Constantine and Zatara had said, this wasn't Pariah Dark.

A man had stepped out of the portal, standing at almost seven feet tall, and built like a brick house. One glance at the glowing white hair, deadly red eyes, and shard teeth was enough to know this being was not to be messed with.

But there was no giant show of armor or royal garbs. There is no large crown at the top of his head or jewelry from the infinite realms laced around his neck.

Instead, the man stood before them in combat boots, worn-in ripped jeans, a graphic t-shirt, and a spiked leather jacket. Despite his almost normal clothing choice, the man's jacket seemed to be a never-ending depth of the dark night sky. If one was to look closely enough, the cosmos could almost be made out in the sea of darkness.

None of that would have prepared them for when the man spoke. His tone sounded more bored than anything as he took a step forward.

"Oh, so now you need the help of the dead." The man had spoken, running a hand through his hair. When Batman took a step forward to speak, the man raised a hand. Immediately commanding silence in the single gesture. "I'm on babysitting duty and have yet to have a cup of coffee. I'll be right back."

Just like that, both the man and portal vanished into thin air. Leaving behind a group of stunned heroes. Not only was the man not Pariah Dark, but he was also supposedly babysitting.

"Did that just-"

The Flash had been the first voice to speak up, his eyes trained on where the man had once stood. Except he had barely made it through the first few words before the man was suddenly back.

The man that now had a child hanging off his shoulders and another teen being held up by his scruff. Unlike the man, these kids looked human.

Too human for Bruce's liking. The dark black hair and bright blue eyes had every heroes eyes flickering to Batman for just the briefest moment.

"This isn't fair! I'm not even the king. Why do I have to be here!" The teenager had been complaining the moment the man had reappeared. Arms crossed tight over his chest and seemingly used to being held dangling. "Besides, who brings kids to a show down! Wait til I tell mom about this."

"Aw, come on, Danny. This is gonna be fun!!" The younger girl seemed in much better spirits than the teen, Danny. She had climbed up the large man, sitting on his shoulders and resting her arms on the mess of glowing hair. "It's like take your kids to work day! Ooo, Dan! Can we fight too!?"

Unlike the two kids, the man looked purely exhausted and annoyed. The man, Dan, dropped Danny like a sack of potatoes as he took a long drink from the travel cup in his hand.

It didn't take a genius to recognize the look of an exhausted parent in Dan's expression. A look many of the league members were well acquainted to. A look that even had Batman grimacing with sympathy.

"Can it, little shits. You two were grounded, remember." Dan had growled at the kids before shifting his focus back on the team of heroes before them. His glowing eyes set in a deadly glare. "Pariah Dark isn't coming, and he never will. He's been dethroned and banished. We're the best you've got."

A summoning that started with a group of on edge and scared heroes looking for the ghost king, ended in a way no one expected.

No one was even sure if it made any sense. They weren't sure if they should feel hopeful or in despair.

Because truly, what was a ghostly man with two seemingly human children against a godlike foe with the control over the weather?

The unspoken question of power and ability seemed to vanish following Dan downing the metal travel cup of coffee, and crushing it in his fist.

He tossed it to the side, straighting up his posture as he looked over the heroes. Dan might not be a hero, but he's been playing family for too long.

An almost feral, bloodhungry grin spread across the man's face, sharp fangs on full display. The look made the man suddenly look even less human. He looked closer to a demon from the pits of hell rather than the exhausted parent he looked just a few seconds ago.

"Point me in the direction of this bastard. It's been too long since I let loose and had some fun."

[ruby-shadow]

We have white Lois and Jimmy several times over

If you want one, pick one. There's no need to change the ethnicity of the ones that don't conform to this status quo we've had for years just because they don't conform.

Me when I see motherfuckers whitewashing Lois and Jimmy:

[mysterycitrus]

here is my semi controversial outfit opinion — jorge jimenez’s dickbats suit from earth 2 society was cunty and shall never be topped

“i hate capes” GIVE HIM A COAT ! JORGE YOUR MIND!!!

[kittykatninja321]

Post-Flashpoint comics have been trying to push the idea of Jason as a ladies man and each time I have just not been convinced I say this with all the love in my heart I will concede to the fact that Jason Todd has had sex maybe 3 times. If I’m being generous

[comic-omniverse93]

DC Tales Of New Earth - School and Hard Knocks By Tom Grummett, Karl Kesel, and Tom McCraw

[dc-trinity90s]

DC Tales Of New Earth - Honor Among Thieves By Joe Bennett, Ruy José, Tanya Horie, and Richard Horie

[dailydccomics]

Superboy by Babs Tarr

[nelkcats]

Project: Save Humanity

or something like that

It's no surprise that the Ancients get bored. They are immortal and have all the time in the world to complain about it, sadly Danny joined them after he was crowned.

Their monthly meetings are divided into three topics: Taunting the Observants (Clockwork's favorite topic after they were demoted to helpers, assistants, and other menial jobs), talking about the safety of the Realms (quite peaceful if just as chaotic), and argue.

They- really had nothing to do, and their hobbies eventually bored them. So Danny had a brilliant idea (read: he saw it on a TV show) and decided that they should all become mentors and save one of the dimensions.

Clockwork was about to say that was not a good idea, since it was the same as throwing giants into a world of ants but he needed some fun so he kept quiet. He showed them the dimension of DC and how it was continually being destroyed, the King told them to start their project in that place and select someone.

Clockwork selected Flash because he felt vengeful, Nocturne selected Tim Drake for the same reason, and so they went; each one of the Ancients selecting a "champion" they were going to teach. Although their selection reasons were quite absurd (being that they were selecting their opposite poles or just someone interesting).

Danny being a spirit of protection, selected Jason Todd and secretly Billy Batson, because he was the king and could break the rules (Clockwork rolled his eyes at the comment). The question now was, how did they appear to them and avoid the world's myriad routes of destruction?

Well at least they weren't bored anymore

[violent138]

Might write a fic where Dick from a different universe accidentally universe-jumps and runs into Jason, who's still the younger brother he's on pretty great terms with, and tries to discreetly puzzle out how his Jason becomes Red Hood while trying get back and Jason plays along, nearly totally convinced that this isn't the Dick he knows, especially once he dials Bludhaven, but it's immensely funny convincing this far more trusting and close version of his brother that in this world, Bruce has gone evil and Jason's one of the only people working to stop him.