#if you're gonna give me a progressively more abusive batman

[immysticalgarbage]

Progress

I hope everyone is enjoying their quarantine because it's gonna be a long one.

For the past 2 days, I have been working on stuff related to the Brane ship and Onward. More than art wise, but I'll be writing some stories. I want some people to imagine rather than depend on a picture when there's a story. I just felt stressed out because of family...which resulted in a emotional breakdown and had to put things on hold. I appreciate everyone's patience. Because of that, I'll provide a bit of what I've written for both the Brane ship and Onward. First, the Brane ship.

Because of the Bunny

(Bane & Scarecrow)

Another year and new reminders added upon Jonathan's mind. Failures. Foiled plans and feeble attempts to destroy the Batman. It doesn't make it any better that it's his birthday. Memories of his abusive great grandma and father mixing with the dreaded stress. He didn't want to do anything today. No research or testing. He just wants to take some painkillers and rest after his last fight with Batman. Least he put up a fight despite his lanky figure and the loss of his left eye from the Joker. Lack of strength and no depth perception, it did seem obvious who would win in that scenario.

Crane returns to his office. His stitched up shirt cut and torn that parts of his chest were exposed. The cuts still bleeding and even blended in with the color of his shirt. His hands wrapped up from the bruises and dark red knuckles. Crane's breath became rugged from his struggles of gasping for a full breath of air without the injuries overwhelming him. He's accustomed to this, but sick of it. He was starting to run out of bandages.

Jonathan stops at the office door to see a bit of color in his rather gloomy setting. A red box with a blue bow on it. It did confuse him, but he somehow assumes this is Joker's doing. A prank to smear more salt in his open wounds. He retreives his scythe from the left side of the door, bracing himself, protesting his aching body to not fight. He slowly approaches his desk, his grip on the weapon loosening because of his sore hands. His body shouting to stop, but Crane wasn't taking any chances. He raises his scythe until a familiar voice made him stop.

"Espantapájaros!"

Jonathan turns around to see Bane. Bane took the scythe from him with ease.

"What's with you?" Bane questioned.

"I thought it was some gag set by Joker. I hate asking this, but can you please dispose of it for me?"

Bane sighed, having that expression that questions Jonathan. He walks pass him and picks up the present, "I got it for you. I was told today is you birthday."

"Bane, you didn't have to. I don't really care for the day of my birth."

"You're being negative again. Is it really burdensome to have a miniscule shred of positivity? I'm giving up venom for you and I'm trying to pull you out of the deep hole you dug yourself in. The least you can do is put the effort you place in your work to try and get yourself out of your melancholic slump." Bane explained.

"That hole is for a select few. It's not my grave." Crane japed before taking the gift. "How is the progress anyway?"

"Glad you weren't here for it this morning. It wasn't pretty." Bane replied with a slight chuckle.

"Oh, I wish I was there. You're just experiencing an advanced form of withdrawl symptoms. The mind is the greatest muscle. I have no doubts you're capable to kicking such a habit." Jonathan spoke.

"I only said that because if you were here this morning, there was a possibility I would've snapped you like a twig."

"Awe. That's sweet of you, Osito." Crane remarked in a sarcastic lovey tone.

"Just open the gift, Scarecrow."

Jonathan opens the gift. First is a book by Craig Davidson, then a CD of Ice Nine Kills' Silver Scream. He was clearly embarrassed for having his interest of horror rock exposed which made Bane grin. There was one more object in the box. Crane looks in it and picks up a pink bunny pillow. Almost resembles a very soft marshmallow with the rabbit ears, tail, nubby limps, and expressionless face. He was puzzled, but it felt very soft.

Now for Onward.

Jealousy

The Phoenix greets the morning with its caw and fiery light as it spreads its glorious wings. Not even summer and its blistering heat could outshine such a beautiful bird. Of course, the Phoenix was interrupted by a goblin by having a boot thrown at it to silence it. Though it may be early, the residents of New Mushroomton were outside, whether it be to retrieve the mail, enjoy the summer fun, or just to carry on with their jobs. A very peaceful start to a new day despite the unicorns rummaging through the trash cans as usual.

The Lightfoot residence was fairly silent...so far. No metal music blaring from Barley's room or the pet dragon Blazey pouncing and licking her owners. Ian heads downstairs after washing up before his older brother could use it first. It wasn't a competition, but that Barley would take a bit longer to get ready. As he walks to the kitchen, he retreives his small notepad and pen, giving it a click. He has a little schedule for the day with a checkbox beside each one. His list goes as follows: Play Quest of Yore, Go to the gym with Barley, Help mom clean the living room, Practice spells, and Watch the fireworks with family. It's going to be a busy day today.

Laurel emerges from the backdoor after wishing her boyfriend, Colt Bronco, a good day at work. Ian smiles at his mom.

"Good morning, Ian. I hope you're ready for today." Laurel stated.

"Hi Mom. Yeah, I'm ready. It really has been a long time since we just go all out for a family night." Ian replied.

Laurel picks up a gold bone chew toy from the kitchen table and smirks before giving it a light squeeze. The squeak summoned Blazey. She barks as she runs to the toy. Laurel holds up the toy out of the dragon's reach. She tiptoes to Barley's room, opening the door slightly, and chucks the toy in the room, trying to aim for Barley's bed. Blazey storms into Barley's room, barking.

Barley is still sound asleep, snoring until he opens his eyes slightly to the noise. Blazey jumps onto the older sibling's gut and licks him. Barley laughs and tries to hold the pet at bay.

"Blazey! Knock it off!" Barley shouted.

"Morning Barley. I hope you don't plan on sleeping in." Laurel spoke with her hands on her hips.

Barley chuckles and grabs his beanie, "Sorry mom."

"Shower first. It'll be hot out and there is going to be a lot of running around to do."

"Got it, mom." Barley responded, getting semi clean clothes for the day. Navy blue cargo shorts, a Metal Maidens t-shirt, and obviously, his undergarment.

Ian follows Barley, "Ready to go on another quest?"

Barley ruffles his little brother's curly locks, chuckling, "Always ready for one. Hope your spirit is up for a more challenging quest."

"I noted some stuff we can do before we prepare for family night." Ian said, holding up his notebook, "Corey is joining too."

Barley then stops, "Officer Bronco also joining?"

That upbeat tone turned into a more serious one which made Ian cross his arms and tuck his hands into his sides.

[catgrant]

society has progressed past the need for more j*ker movies, okay. some guy at a comic shop butted into my private convo yesterday and goes "no it hasn't". i asked him his justification and he goes "well it's making them money, isn't it?"

i don't care!!! i absolutely do not care.

i know movies nowadays seem to be about what is gonna make the most money and i sort of see the point but oh my GOD haven't studios heard of art and honesty and i don't know, i'm not an art critic or anyone who knows anything but like....

i thought we could be done with him after whatever the fuck they were doing with j*red leto. there are so many fucking batshit (i pun therefore i am) villains in batman's canon. bring me mad hatter or calender man or condiment king??? THOSE ARE THE BACKSTORIES I CRAVE. the joker is the joker and he's the worst and not only is he a murderer, he's abusive to a character people actually love. PLUS HE'S BORING. if you're going to make a joker movie, it needs to have some fucking razzle dazzle. a joker movie should be like the saw franchise's good movies but on a colorful acid trip.

i am TIRED of joker movies and will not watch any blockbusters surrounding him, but at least give me something vibrant and wild if i'm about to listen to greasy men rave about it for the next year, jeez