Jason Todd Shirt Cut by Nick Robles
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Jason Todd Shirt Cut by Nick Robles
he arrived took off his pants and fell asleep (thanks for tagging me hehe <3)
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mmm fish...
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i use Himi watercolor, Happy paper 180gsm i dont remember, and Marco Raffine color pencil
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just wanna take it easy
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I did a redraw of a panel of him singing before, but I wanted to draw him singing again...
I HC that, when he has fuck all else to do, he goes around Gotham's karaoke bars. That's if the coin comes up good, of course.
Sometimes he even graces the Iceberg Lounge when Oz is hosting a retro night, or something of the like. He enjoys 60s hits in particular. Think Elvis Presley, Dion, Sam Cooke, Frank Sinatra, Chuck Berry, Lesley Gore etc. They match his oldy-goldy vibe (one must keep up appearances), and since his voice is suave, articulate and deep, he can perform them with ease.
His henchmen and thugs always accompany him. They cheer him on in all their drunken stupor, especially when he gives that gyrating hip action. "Tha's OUR boss!" - Oz's men watch too, jaws slacked and eyes wide. Didn't Oz say this guy had no sense of humour?
Somewhere, amidst the crowd, Matches Malone sits, stone-faced and thankful that the Lounge's dim lights conceal his blushing.
Perhaps, on another night, Jason sits instead; his face twisted in second-hand embarrassment as his 6'5", supposedly-terrifying uncle figure rotates his hips in rhythm to Elvis Presley's Bossa Nova, Baby (it must be the Viva Elvis version, no exceptions). No one cares about the hints of blood spattered on his suit, thankfully. They were supposed to finish the job and celebrate with a quiet drink. How did this happen?
Image description: Fanart of DC's Harvey Dent/Two-Face. It's a full-body piece of Harvey singing Now or Never by Elvis Presley into a retro mic, the colour scheme a mix of pink, blue and purple. There is brightly coloured lineart silhouettes on each side of Harvey, one reflecting his scarred side, the other of his unscarred side as he sings. End of image description.
Kinda-sorta ref sheet for myself because I flip-flop all over the place when I draw him.
Sorry that I draw him as a middle-aged man with a slutty waist... Ignore shirtless Harvey.