I drew these like three weeks apart, hence the minor design differences. Anyway, the blue power suit is based on this design by goozeghost. I love Booster’s short-lived asymmetrical power suit, and the blue suits Rani so well.
Regarding the two different designs:
Rain arrives in like the late 2040s-early 50s in a time sphere while wearing the relatively unaltered Goldstar suit and a Booster Gold(TM) cropped bomber jacked and unabashedly pretends to have no idea who Booster Gold is. This is her initial appearance.
Then, I have this very specific scenario written down where Rani gets an updated power suit. As Booster’s daughter, she’s inevitably getting dragged into time travel shenanigans. One notable moment is coming across and helping a mid-20 y/o Rip Hunter and his time master (1990) friends (specifically Jack Soo, who created the original Goldstar suit). Jack recognizes the suit and is introduced to Rani as Rip older’s sister. This whole event was some sort of major shift in Rani’s character and the dramatic change in suit design reflects that etc etc etc.
He’d noticed that the eldest Wayne son liked to watch the people he was around—much like his father did—listening, learning, piecing together what made people tick, what made them do the things they did. Booster was sure the man could pull a Sherlock and tell someone every piece of their life history just by a single glance. They’d gone on two dates—if you could count one Justice League mission where they worked together and then a training session afterwards, dates. And yet, he’d still not asked Booster about his past. He had no doubt that Batman had given his son free reign of the Batcomputer files; he’d read up on Booster…why hadn’t he asked?
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They slid into the diner booth, both rather beat after the long training session. Booster was beginning to feel pain in places he wasn’t sure he was supposed to, but (Y/N)’d assured him it was all normal during the process of learning Muay Thai. Booster had watched Batman and (Y/N) go out it for about ten minutes with the martial arts form, and even Clark was wincing with each kick, knee, and elbow the two exchanged. And then (Y/N) got Booster in the ring and started training him; he was grateful—his hand-to-hand was basic at best.
Still though, he wasn’t sure how to act around (Y/N). He’d heard stories of the black op squad leaders exploits, the great SPECTRES running around the world, saving it and the places where the Justice League overlooked; Batman wasn’t too fond of the killing, but he beamed with pride when he talked about (Y/N)’s squad taking down terrorist groups and human trafficking rings. Booster wasn’t jealous, but he wanted to learn from the man. Wanted to know how he was so well liked within the superhero community, and just by normal people.
“You’re doing it again,” (Y/N) suddenly said and Booster shook himself out of his stupor, blinking as he gazed at the man, watching as he merely took a glance around the room.
“Doing what?” Booster asked.
He chuckled. “That thing where you think so hard everyone can smell the smoke billowing out of your ears.”
Booster flushed. “Sorry. Just thinking…about stuff.”
(Y/N) met his eyes. “Anything you feel like sharing with the class?”
Booster grinned, though the smile dropped into a frown as he took a moment to find the correct way to communicate his worries. “How much do you know…about me? Like really know about me?”
“How much do you want me to tell you I really know?” he retorted with a sly smile, eyes twinkling with mirth and something deeper—intrigue, or maybe it was expectation.
“Have you read my file?”
“What makes you think you have a file to read up on?”
Booster shot (Y/N) a rather unimpressed look as he deadpanned, “Your dad is Ba—ruce Wayne,” he corrected with a cough. “There’s a file on everyone.”
“Fair,” he agreed, opening up the menu; (Y/N) scanned it, refusing to look at Booster, which only made the man shift nervously in his seat. “Got curious when you entered the scene. Asked dad to send me the file on you. Skimmed it, put it back, let it be your business.” He gazed at Booster. “Why?”
“I’m…not a good man to be around, (Y/N). I—”
“Because of the gambling in college? Or the stealing?”
“…Both…” he murmured, looking at his hands, then a self-loathing smile came over his lips. “What’d your dad’s file say? That I’m an ego-maniac who puts on airs because he’s a second-rate hero that’ll never amount to anything?” (Y/N) merely gazed at him, watching, waiting. “I wanted fame, (Y/N). Glory. That’s why I came back here. It’s why I do what I do.”
Booster looked at him. “The only people who ever want to be around me are Ted and Skeets. Why do you hang around?” he shrugged. “Why do like me?”
(Y/N) thanked the waitress for handing them their drinks and set his cup to the side. “You bet on your games to save your mom’s life. Without the money, she wouldn’t’ve gotten the treatments and most likely would’ve died. If she hadn’t, your family would’ve drowned in medical debt.”
He tore the paper to his straw. “Your theft was a problem, but you recognized the error of your ways and made up for it with the jail time.” Slowly, he pulled the plastic tube out of the white paper. “Your ego is as big as your head, but when proven wrong, you admit it, sulkily, but you do.” (Y/N) crumpled the wrapper. “You have no skill other than the technological advances of your suit and Skeets’ help.”
Placing the straw in his drink, he added, “You suck at hand-to-hand combat, but you learn quickly when there’s a threat to your pretty face, so that’s a plus. You’re loud and obnoxious, but you’re clever enough to keep low so that you don’t alter the future by being a globally renowned hero.”
(Y/N) met his eyes. “Ted’s your best friend and Skeets is stuck with you. I’m here because I see what’s underneath.” He searched Booster’s gaze. “You’re a good man, Michael. Can you be an idiot? Absolutely. Can you be annoying as hell? Yeah. Can you leap without looking where you’re going? All the time. But at the end of the day, your friends know that if they needed help, they could count on you to back them up, even if you knew you might not know what you were doing.”
He pointed at Booster. “And that’s what makes you a hero.” (Y/N) smiled, gesturing to himself. “Michael, I’ve done a lot of things I’m not proud of. Been a lot of things I’m not proud of. But the difference between being a hero and parading as one, is what you do when you keep getting knocked down. Real heroes get back up. Frauds cower and hide.”
Tipping his head to the side, he offered Booster a look of chance. “So? Are you the hero? Or the fraud? All evidence points to the former.”
Booster was stunned silent. He had no words, no clever quips, no heart-throbbing lines to throw back. He was completely speechless. His mouth was moving, forming words his vocal cords wouldn’t produce as wet warmth flooded his bright blue eyes, and all he could do was lower his head, putting his hands over his face to hide the tears.
(Y/N) knocked his foot against Booster’s calf. “I’m gonna tell Ted I made you cry on our third date.”
A laugh bubbled from Booster’s chest as he quickly wiped his eyes, chuckles escaping his lips every couple seconds; he looked at him, murmuring, “Thanks (Y/N).”
He shrugged. “I’m just telling you the truth, Michael.”
“Yeah…but it means a lot to me.”
(Y/N) set his hand on Booster’s, the man turned his hand palm up in response, thumb running over the smooth skin of his palm as he replied, “You mean a lot to me.”
“I do?” he questioned in disbelief. “Really? You like me?”
“I only taught you how to break someone’s skin open with your elbow and how to break ribs and legs with a solid kick,” (Y/N) snorted. “So, yeah, I like you.”
“You’ve got an awfully weird way of showing you’ve got the hots for me,” Booster grinned, and he rolled his eyes.
“Better than your lame pickup lines and offers to go out on missions with you.”
“Hey! You agreed!”
“Because it was pitiful how love-struck you were with me.”
“I am not love-struck!”
“Really? ‘Cause a little gold robot told me you’ve been recording dirty diary entries about me.”
“What?! Skeets told you!”
“Well, he didn’t, but you just confirmed the suspicion. Nice going, Sherlock.”
Do you have any headcanon about her? I would like to read them!
One of my favorite hearcanons is that she drinks juice straight from the bottle, she could use a glass but it seems like a completely unnecessary step.
And a drawing of Mary Allen, she is an original character (OC). Remember that I like a strange couple? Well, she is the daughter of Booster Gold and Flash II (Barry Allen)
Would you like to know more about her and her brothers?
Mike es el tipo de nene que es insoportable, tiene demasiada energía y no sabe realmente cómo soltarla si no es gritando o corriendo de un lugar a otro.
Llegó a ser demasiado estresante para los otros niños, por esto no solía pasar el tiempo con chicos de su edad.
Jamás fue molestado en la escuela, los chicos no lo atacaban porque sabían que Mike se defendería y además Michelle los asustaba.
Usó brackets/frenos/frenillos desde una edad algo temprana.
Se la pasaba sonriendo y corriendo por doquier, llegó a darse en la cara con las esquinas de las mesas justo por esto. ( De ahí los brackets).
Mike era el tipo de niño que siempre intercambiaba su almuerzo por cualquier otra cosa, así fue como consiguió sus primeras figuritas de dinosaurios.
También llegó a obtener figuras de superhéroes del pasado que los otros niños encontraban en los sótanos de sus casas (eran reliquias familiares) y así comenzó su pequeña fijación por estos héroes.
Para que puedan darse una idea de porque los otros chicos no empatizaban con Mike solo les diré que Mike era el niño que comía pegamento.
Aprendió a montar una bicicleta cerca de los 12 años, es malo manteniendo el equilibrio.
Historia, Ciencias y Matemáticas siempre fueron su más grande tortura durante la escuela.
El mejor en gimnasia y por mucho.
Una vez sin querer se quedó colgando de cabeza durante una de las clases de gimnasia, solo colgó unos 5 minutos pero fue suficiente para hacerlo vomitar el desayuno y el almuerzo, incluso la cena de la noche anterior. Tiene un estómago sensible.
Usó la carta de la "menstruación" durante un examen de Ciencias, sorprendentemente funcionó. (Ese día Michelle no asistió a clases pues se sentía enferma, Michael fingió un tono de voz parecido al de su hermana y la maestra al no estar viéndolo pensó que se trataba de la chica Carter)
Inició CIENTOS de veces peleas de comida en la cafetería, ya deberían darle un récord guiness por eso.
Podría hablar todo el día de la infancia de Mike pero dejemos otro par de detalles para la parte 2 ;)
Headcanons De Booster Gold: Fanboy de los superhéroes
Era fan de los superhéroes de pequeño, pero no de cualquier superheroe. Sus favoritos siempre fueron Flash, Superman y Black Canary.
Su gusto por Black Canary llegó a tanto que se la pasaba gritando en casa porque estaba 100% seguro de que podía romper una ventana con su "grito super poderoso". Su madre simplemente rogaba que esa etapa acabara rápido.
Cuando viajó al pasado de alguna manera aún le emocionaba conocer a todos aquellos héroes de los que solo había escuchado historias fantásticas, pero todos sabemos que no salió de lo mejor.
Después de mucho MUCHO insistir consiguió la firma de todos los Flash que han existido hasta el momento del tiempo al que viajó, incluso tiene la firma de Bart.
Aún mantiene prácticamente intacta la insignia de aquel grupo que se formó destinado a evitar la muerte de Superman, es un recuerdo bastante agridulce para él.
Varias veces tuvo enfrentamientos cuerpo a cuerpo con Dinah para entrenar, siempre lo hacían barrer el piso con la cara pero esto no le molestaba en lo más mínimo. Siempre disfrutó el estilo de pelea de Canary, le parece armónico y letal. Como algún tipo de danza muy exótica y peligrosa.
Visita seguido el museo de Flash, en secreto dona dinero para reconstruir este cada vez que es dañado por los Rogues o algún otro villano.
A pesar de todos los problemas que le causan los flashpoints sigue teniendo a Flash en su pedestal de favoritos de todos los tiempos.
Casi tiene una crisis de fan cuando descubrió que Reverso (el mayor enemigo de Flash) era también del siglo 25.
Su lista de Flash favoritos va así: 1. Barry 2. Bart 3. Wally 4. Jay.
Con el tiempo su lista de favoritos se modificó bastante, ahora teniendo a Blue Beetle II, Batman, Black Canary, Flash y al Detective Marciano como su top en cuanto a superhéroes generales.
Su top de heroínas favoritas lo lidera Dinah siendo seguida de cerca por Big Barda y su top de héroes masculinos favoritos se disputa entre Batman y Flash.
Un pequeño headcanon que siempre tuve de Booster desde que empecé a conocer más del personaje es que de pequeño usó brackets/frenos/frenillos, como les digan. No sé ustedes pero para mí ese tipo de sonrisa tan perfecta no puede ser solo magia del "proceso evolutivo"
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