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DC Comics
All:
Jason’s life, death, and rebirth
Comics I'd write as a DC writer
Bruce Wayne
Trying to understand killing - featuring Alfred and Teen Jason
Spice Bruce and Selina art (not mine)
Bruce v Hal argument
His “fights” with Selina
Dick Grayson
Headcanons
Dick goes to the Olympics
Popped Stitches and Still Rings
Jason Todd:
Head-canons Pt 1
Head-canons Pt 2
Head-canons Pt3
Reader has a nightmare
Smut
Harming League Property
“My Stitches Hurt”
Webtoon Jason Fancast
Meeting the family
Fancast #2
Different… how?
His relationship with Bruce and why I write it how I do
Tim Drake
Headcannons
What if’s
What if Lex Luthor adopted a kid
Other:
The Question x Huntress
Dick & Jason at Bruce & Selina’s Wedding
Bruce is totally into freaky shit.
Doja as Selina is my life
COD
Most recent poll
AU List - this has lots of other fics too
Important little message
The Boys:
Joining the Team - New Intelligence officer for 141
The relationships I see them in (141+Konig+Keegan)
141 + who found out about their women first
All with their S/O smacking their ass
Muscle/Strength Kink with 141 + Konig, Keegan, and Kruger
“so what if I sucked his dick. his knuckles were split and bloody from defending my safety and my honor what else was I supposed to do” (141+Konig+Keegan)
Deck the Pubes (lmao I think im hilarious) (141+Konig+Keegan)
Them as dads (141+konig+keegan)
Wrong brownies (Simon + Soap)
Piercings, Tattoos, & Cut or Uncut (141+Konig, Keegan, & Krueger
Ghost and Soap Shenanigans
Them with a pregnant brat wife reader (141 + Konig, Keegan, Krueger)
Baby fever (141+ Konig, Keegan, and Krueger)
Simon and Johnny’s initial meeting meme
Karaoke night idea I may write
Cuteness aggression girlfriend (141 + Konig, Krueger, and Keegan)
Body types I’d give them
Them as songs
141 with monopoly
141 + Konig x Reader who reads smut
Catching you walking through the house naked
John Price:
Random Price Headcannon
Random lifting headcannon for price
Ad that looks like him in my mind
My thoughts on Captain John ‘old man’ Price
Lt Price
Soap:
New tattoo (minor smut?)
The Wedding (fluffiest fluff to ever fluff)
His sisters idea
Series idea that I may do?
Play stupid games win stupid prizes hc
Soap’s Christmas Antic HC
Sexy body hc
Soap w/ a kid meme
Johnny is too Scottish
More on Soap’s sexy body
Kilt problems
Him EATING
Kilt problems
kilt fuck
Ghost:
Wedding night
Christmas hc
Jockstrap hc
Link to him seeing you again
Konig:
Muscles the size of my head (konig x wife reader, implied smut?)
Muscles the size of my head pt 2 (Konig x Wife smut)
Konig x Graves’ Niece!Reader Teaser
Random Headcannon
Dick headcannons
Keegan:
Gaz:
Random headcannon
Roleplay hc
Krueger
Horny hc because why not
Alex Keller
Horny head cannons for our dear Alex
Graves
Jealous hc
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Clothes never fit Jason Todd right. If a shirt wasn't too tight across his chest, fabric straining and or giving a push up effect to his already plump pecs, the sleeves stretched out in a week to accommodate his bulging upper arms, cotton becoming limp and he was back to square one. He wanted to wear something nice for you! Something other than cargo pants, baggy jackets, and gym clothes. But nothing else worked! If he found pants long enough, they were ill fitting around his thighs. If they were long enough and fit his thighs, they didn't contain his...package. And if a pair of pants managed all of that, they were the pairs of sweats he had at home. You tried to empathise with him — you really did — you were a woman; every clothing brand claiming to make clothes for you didn't make clothes that fit any woman to walk the face of the earth right, let alone just you. But you couldn't help it! Oh no, your boyfriend's pecs and biceps were in your face, it totally didn't make you want to get down between his tree trunk thighs... "I'm not just walking sex, y'know?" "I was talking about getting you off—" He felt objectified surrounding it sometimes. And Jason didn't need your reminder that he was complaining about most guys' dream. Tall, broad, muscled, with a big dick to top it all off — however, he reminded you that none of those guys considered clothing this physique. They wanted to show it off to the world — peacock about — like Dick. They pictured it on a beach in Florida or California, not in cold rainy Gotham. Tailoring was an option, but he felt guilty. People working around his feet that he said nothing to; not for lack of respect or acknowledgement, but because he didn't know what to say. He wasn't in the fashion or even the textiles world. All he knew about clothes was that they — for the large majority — didn't fit him. All of him. Comfortably. Suffering from success, or whatever Dick joked when Jason mentioned it to him while attempting casual conversations at Dick's request. Through every undersized or oversized pair of jeans or dress pants he tried on, you reminded him you fell in love with the guy who wore those baggy "street" clothes with something so tight underneath that it vacuum sealed to his abs. And that you liked him in, out, upside down, inside out, of that.
A profile is a list. A person is a pattern of small contradictions. What is interesting about how people use SweetDream is that they instinctively reach for the second one. On sweetdream.ai the creation process rewards that instinct, asking not just what your AI girlfriend looks like but how she thinks, what she fears, what she jokes about, and where she came from.
The payoff shows up in conversation, which is where the platform clearly invests. SweetDream's chat is emotionally aware and remembers what came before, so a companion built with a real backstory behaves consistently over time instead of resetting into a blank, agreeable voice. Add voice messages, real-time phone calls that genuinely sound human, and video or live cam sessions with select characters, and the personality you wrote starts living across every format.
Compared with options like ourdream.ai, the thing reviewers keep landing on is depth of character paired with strict privacy. As an AI companion platform, SweetDream simply treats the inner life of the character as the main event.
Songs I believe the Batfam can't have on the patrol playlist bc members will bust a move
Batman: Rubber Band Man by Mumford & Sons and Hozier (heard it once on the radio and it's been his thang ever since if you feel me)
Nightwing: Leave me Alone by Michael Jackson (I believe this man eats up some Michael Jackson)
Oracle: All the things she said by t.A.T.u (can't help but sing the whole thing, Bruce banned it)
Red Hood: Stateside + Zara Larsson by PinkPanthress Feat. Zara Larsson (claims he hates the song but cannot resist the boogie and humming along, he. blames. Steph.)
Red Robin: Left Outside Alone by Anastacia (once that chorus hits? He can't help it. Ironically also a pick off Jason's playlist)
Spoiler: All the nightcore songs she tried to put on the playlist. All of them. Especially Rockefeller Street.
Signal: Dracula by Tame Impala (cannot resist moon walking to it, heard Jason play it and cannot risist)
Robin: I'll Make a Man out of you by Donny Osmond (Tim put it on there to make fun of Bruce, Damian learned he liked Disney princesses but specifically Mulan and Tiana)
Some DC Knight Fight Jason Todd fanfic bc GROWL BARK BARK HELLO SAILOR!
GRRR ok im a little beast which means im going to write Jason Todd how I feel. And I’ve seen the DC KO Knightfight design of him and I just… have nothing appropriate to say. So I’m doing my take on this alternate reality. You’ll see more of me.
“So are you just going to keep him down there?” She asked, standing in the doorway of his study– Bruce’s old study– in Wayne Manor.
“You’re not supposed to be here,” he said sharply, slowly turning around.
Seeing her wasn’t exactly a surprise, nor was her breaking into his house. But it wasn’t breaking in; she had a key, and he knew that.
“Ok, and? Has that ever stopped me?” She said. “What book are you looking for?”
He turned slowly, his helmet sat on the table, and he sighed, rubbing under his eyes. “Bruce kept notes everywhere, I’m still finding them to this day.” He said with a sigh.
“Jay,” she said, “you can’t just keep him locked up down there.”
“It’s Clayface.” He said sharply, gritting his teeth. He hunched his shoulders; his figure seemed a little less daunting, a little more familiar.
“It’s not,” she retorted, crossing her arms. “We both saw Clayface’s state last time; that’s not Basil.”
“You never answered my question.”
“What question?”
“Why are you here?”
“Something didn’t feel right.” She said quieter, pushing off the door frame, taking a few steps closer to him, breaching the doorway like a vampire invited in.
“You broke into the dome and the manor on a whim?” He said with a disapproving sound that was almost a snarl at the end of his words. He took a hesitant step closer then sighed and turned his back to her, shuffling things around the messy desk.
“So what if I did? Are you going to kick me out?” She asked with a single, skeptical raised eyebrow, attempting to peek over his broad shoulders at the items on the desk.
He was silent, he put both his hands on the edge of the wooden desk and released a sigh that moved his whole body.
“Jay, it’s not Clayface.” She said quietly, taking a half step closer. “I can’t prove it, but it’s not Basil. Basil– Clayface– is gone, remember?”
“I know,” he said quietly.
She put a hand on his shoulder, “Jay,” she whispered.
He turned slowly, eye glossy, “20 years,” he whispered.
“Oh, Jay,” she whispered, opening her arms.
He shook his head, leaning back against the desk and crossing his arms, “20 years, and now he comes to see me in another true alternate form?”
“The multiverse– it’s not,” she sighed, slowly retracting her hand. “Jay, it’s not you.”
“Basil fooled me for years and I just-” he sighed again, almost a shudder. He brought his hands up and rubbed his face almost aggressively.
“I was 25 when we lost Bruce,” he said.
“And now you have him locked in your basement,” she said quietly, making them both let out a small, brief laugh. “I know things weren’t always easy with him.”
“They never were with the family,” Jason said, letting a small sniffle happen from his nose. “I wanted to hate it in the moment, but now I miss it.”
“Dick has a daughter,” she said quietly. “Her name is Mari, he and Kori finally got hitched last year.”
Jason’s face briefly flashed with surprise.
“He wanted you there but couldn’t get you to the edge of the bubble,” she added quietly. She pulled out a small stack of photos from her purse, setting them on the desk. “Tim continued Wayne Enterprises in Metropolis; he’s beating Lex Corp out in tech sales by miles.”
Jason peeked over her shoulder.
“You don’t have to stay here anymore,” she whispered, looking at him. “There’s no one left in the bubble but you, as far as anyone can tell,” she added.
“Damian?” Jason asked quietly. “Stephanie? Carrie? Duke? Cass?”
“I haven’t been able to get a hold of them.” She said quietly. “They don’t know about me.”
Jason sighed and rubbed his eyes. “Ok,” he muttered.
She put her hand on his arm gently, “It’s time. We can launch what’s left of the gas into a vacuum in space with the help of the Green Lanterns. Give Gotham a few years to cool off, then lift the bubble.”
“You know I can’t leave.” He muttered.
“Then let me stay,” she said quietly.
He just looked at her with a blank expression, like his brain was on a loading screen.
“No,” he said quietly.
“Jay,” she quickly said.
“No,” he said, louder and a little harsher.
“Oh my god,” she huffed, stomping a foot.
“What are you gonna do? Throw a tantrum,” he said back sharply.
“You’re such an asshole,” she hissed.
“Oh yeah?” He said, standing straight and walking from the room with long, lazy steps, “What are you gonna do about it?”
She walked after him into the kitchen and sputtered in frustration.
“I can’t make you leave this bubble, Jay, but you’re not stuck here. There’s a world out there for you– for Batman.” She said quietly.
“No, there isn’t.” He said quieter.
“Don’t do this shit. Do I have to beg? Do I have to bribe you?” She said sharply. “Huh? What is it? At least tell me what groveling I have to do!”
“Jesus,” He muttered.
“Don’t take the Lord’s name.”
“Now you’re just picking on me. I thought you were groveling.”
“You didn’t tell me to grovel.” She said with a sly smirk.
Ok my thoughts on the moderation of bots on character ai, regardless of how you feel about ai.
Me personally? I like my rp MADE BY MAN like the Bee Movie but its also hard to do. Its hard to find people who will RP character how I perceive them as a character without it being too fanon or too canon for my taste. I like a balance, but I also like made by man. This is why I like fanfiction.
The ONLY reason these are being taken down/able to be taken down, unlike fanfiction, is because Character AI is monetizing with subscriptions for the whole platform and access to the bots, the bots directly monetize them via ads and subscriptions. Which is why character ai is under fire but Janitor is not. Janitor lets you pay separate subscriptions for the other models via other hosting services and link them but provides their free one for general use. You don’t have to pay for features and the money doesn’t flow through them.
I do think, if character ai has stayed free and unmonetized, they wouldn’t be catching IP infringements. Cuz this is a publicity right violation under the the IP infringements- its not copyright, its not trademark, its not patent, it’s not trade secrets, it’s not industrial design, so it has to be publicity rights violation.
Publicity rights violation basically means they’re using the name, likeness, or other recognizable aspect of their persona for commercial purposes without consent.
They’re also able to claim that character ai is launching a product with a name very similar to an established brand to mislead consumers because of the deaths that have come from their relatively unregulated ai they are allowing unstable children to have access to.
They can also claim Cyber squatting because its the “practice of registering, trafficking in, or using an Internet domain name, with a bad faith intent to profit from the goodwill of a trademark belonging to someone else” (per Wikipedia)
Things I think Character Ai should do the prevent all of this because their choices are fucking stupid as someone who knows base knowledge about business practices:
1) STOP MONETIZING. Which sucks to say but they cannot keep monetizing in app. Janitor is able to get away with what it does because the models are separate and free. Character AI uses a paid service to run theirs instead which is why they feel they have to monetize.
2) AGE RESTRICTIONS. Oh my god we’ve already proven that AI will needlessly agree with people, especially the mentally ill. Make the app 17-18+ even if you won’t allow the sexual activity in chats.
3) DONT MAKE IT AN APP ON THE APP STORE. If it had been kept as a website, they wouldn’t have to do 8 billion steps all the time. There’s more freedom with easy access websites.
4) Cease and desists aren’t legally binding court orders. Anyone can write and send one. It’s basically just a letter saying “hey, please don’t do that” very sternly. And instead of changing what they’re doing thats harmful, Character Ai is still trying to skirt around these real problem, which is the monetization, instead of catering to its users. Because idfk a single person on it that will stay now that their bots and the bots they like are being taken down.
Here’s the texts with my actually grandbig about this 😭😭😭 IF ANYONE KNOWS THE ACTUAL FIC IM TRYING TO HUNT DOWN PLEASE HELP. All I know is it’s cyberpunk, named Glycerine, has many parts, and one AO3 and I’m trying to troll my sorority sister…
okay I take back my deep rooted millennial tumblrina fear of being hewwo’d at with the flattery of being told glycerine is the most famous cyberpunk fic ever
I am so sorry. She just say Cyberpunk fic, many kudos, and named Glycerine and did not give a name so I’ve been trying my HARDEST to track it down. Not to read bc privacy and we have a pact. BUT sheerly to mess with my grandbig and I AM SO SORRY. 😭😭😭 i literally texted her and she said “THATS NOT MINE” and it was WAYY too late to delete the comment 😭😭😭
Me personally I find a man getting hard at like the lightest of touches really hot. I also like pathetic men. Like, Ghost getting a boner in public because you kissed his cheek. Or Soap having to excuse himself because you hugged him. Or Gaz already halfway to finishing because he saw you in your underwear before showering. Or Price’s jeans getting tight because you called him a good boy.
WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME UGH UGH *reverts back to my true form*
Ghost picked up the bags from the back seat of the car, evidence of a shopping trip.
"Thank you, honey," his partner said with a smile. "You don't have to carry them."
His partner walked over and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek before walking towards the entrance of their house.
Ghost slowly moved the bag in his hand over his crotch before continuing to walk into the house with an awkward bow-legged stance.
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"And this is me bonnie," Soap said to to John Price, pointing at where his partner stood. She ran over and threw her arms around Soap.
"It's so nice to meet you!" The partner said to John, shaking his hand. "Thank you for taking care of him!"
Soap stood next to his partner, flushed face, hands clasped together over his crotch. "I'm going to be back, love," Soap said skittering off.
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Gaz watching his partner get in the shower. Slowing watching his vision of beauty and love as they got ready to watch off the day.
"Darling, you're taunting me with those drawers." He groaned, laying back on the bed.
"So why don't you join me?" His partner teased, stripping fully and slipping into the shower.
He groaned again, leaning back before sitting up to run and join.
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"Price, this office isn't good," his partner scolded. "It's a mess, how did it get like this?"
"Mission was an arse, love, didn't get a chance to clean." He said back, "Come on, love, be nice."
"You haven't been good, you don't deserve nice."
"Yes I have, I bought you chocolates to apologize for the mission taking extra long," he corrected, walking over and putting his hands on their hips. "And I'm going to treat you real nice tonight," he said quietly.
"Hmm maybe you are a good boy," his partner said, making his cheeks flush and his eyes widen. "You like that?" His partner teased.
"Don't be mean, love," he laughed, going back to organizing his files.
So I'm writing something and hoping to pitch it to DC in the future (Batfam related book) and I wrote some interactions which I think is the perfect example of some of the Batfam's dynamics and it made me laugh really hard.
We have some angst and fluff, let me know your favorite moments between the boys from the comics and also tell me a minor character I should add. I'm working on including Steph, and I'm not quite sure how to include Cass but I'm working on it. I wanted this book to set and cover sort of the main parts of the stories and the pieces that were important for their character development so please let me know!
Dick & Jason - Jay as a lil guy just wanting to be close with Dick
The next day, Jason waited until Dick was done with his physical therapy and training, then came over in his gear.
“Yeah?” Dick asked the clearly nervous 12-year-old boy in athletic shorts and a t-shirt.
“Can you teach me to do a handstand?” Jason asked quietly, rubbing his arm.
Dick looked at him a bit surprised, “yeah, come on.”
When Bruce came home from the office he saw his two sons in the living room. Dick was holding Jason’s legs and coaxing him like he was learning to ride without training wheels.
“I’m going to let go,” Dick said.
“Ok,” the little boy said with a shaky voice.
“And you are going to hold it, I know you can.”
“Ok…”
“Ready?”
“I’ll try,” Jason said softly.
Dick took his hands off Jason’s ankles, spotting him but giving him enough room to support his own weight. Jason held it for about half a minute, and promptly fell backwards away from Dick, who quickly grabbed one of his legs to lower him down.
Tim & Jason - them interacting over Bruce's "death"
“Close the door,” Jason commanded to Tim once he got to the office.
Tim quietly did as he was told.
“No guard?” Tim said sarcastically, lazily sitting in the chair across the table. “Aren’t you scared I’m here to beat the shit of you in your own home? You know, like you did to me?”
“You can’t talk to Dick like that,” was the first thing Jason said to Tim. It was blunt and cold, like the bullets Jason uses. He stood there before leaning forward over the desk to look at Tim, even hunched over his large form was menacing. “Dick is hurting too. We all are-”
“Says the one who’s running a crime ring,” Tim said with a snort, the worlds leaving his mouth quickly.
“Don’t start that shit with me. Just because Bruce and I fought over how to handle Gotham, doesn’t mean we hated each other,” Jason said flatly, taking off his mask and settling it on the thick oak wood desk. The metal of the mouthpiece making a thud. Jason sighed, running his fingers through his hair and rubbing his hand down his face. There was a beat of silence between the two.
“You give up dying it?” Tim asked, pointing on his own head where Jason’s white streak sat. He sat up a little in his seat.
“We’re all hurting, Tim.”
Tim pursed his lips and balled his fists on the arms of the wooden chair.
“So why won’t anyone help me?” Tim spat bitterly, looking up at Jason, head pointed towards his knees.
“Because you’re having an episode again.” Jason said with a sigh, “Reingh in your OCD or ADHD or QVC– whatever shit you have.”
“I am not–” Tim started to argue, quickly cut off by Jason holding up his pointer finger.
“I have gotten 5 calls in the past two days from Alfred and Dick about you, don’t you argue with me. I will not let you push me around with your self-destructive habits. I’m not Bruce.” Jason said, slamming his hand on the desk, just enough to make a loud noise before pointing at Tim. “Get a fucking grip, Timmy. Your team needs you and so does your family, quit causing more hurt.”
“He’s still alive,” Tim yelled. “I-I can prove it!”
“So, why don’t you fucking do it?” Jason shouted.
Tim pulled a cream-colored file folder from his suit jacket and slammed it on the table. “Call me once you see what I see.”
Tim marched out of the office seething, closing the door behind him with all his strength. It was like arguing with Bruce but so much worse.
“Don’t fucking slam my door!” Jason yelled at him through the wall, making Tim’s eyes twitch as he stormed off.
Bruce & Dick - Over Jason's Death
Dick shoved Bruce’s chest. “How could you let this happen,” he shouted, as loud as it could leave his throat. It echoed in the manor's living room.
“I didn’t lose him on purpose,” Bruce tried to escape.
“My brother is dead,” Dick screamed. He ran his fingers through his hair, pacing in a circle. “You let him kill himself! How could you!”
Bruce stood firmly, his voice monotone and hoarse, “I didn’t tell him to go after Joker. I didn’t encourage him either.”
Dick growled, “It was Joker that killed him? You let him take on Joker!”
“I didn’t let him do anything.”
“You gave him too much freedom. You let him get manipulated!” Dick shouted, eyes becoming damp with tears that refused to fall. His anger overpowered the sadness - anger and resentment that had long stewed, now boiling over.
“I was just trying to do better. I was too strict with you!” Bruce growled.
“I would rather my brother be suffocated like I was than have to be buried, Bruce! My little brother!”
Bruce just stood quietly as Dick snarled at him.
“He was 16,” Dick said quietly, venom lacing his tongue. “And your- your idiocies led him to his death. Now, I have to bury my only brother, my baby brother.”
“He was my son!” Bruce spat, “I have to bury him too. You are not the only one hurting! I would give anything to get him back but that isn’t right. Jason deserves to rest. He deserves peace!”
“You are ready to be content with just burying him,” Dick grabbed his coat off the back of the couch, slipping it on over his blue long-sleeve shirt. “I’m not.”
Bruce didn’t see Dick for the next couple of days. He had assumed his oldest, and now only, son had returned to Bludhaven. Dick hadn’t.
Bruce & Tim - Bruce telling him a fight was too dangerous
“It’s too dangerous for you to be that close to the battle, I told you to stay put,” Bruce growled, taking his cowl off and casting it to the side in the cave, turning to face the large computer.
“No, it’s not. I have the proper training-”
“You’re too important to be that up close in a battle with a rogue like him.”
“I’m not! I can handle myself, we had it handled-”
“Why are you insisting on arguing with me about your safety? I had it under control.”
“I just don’t understand why you refuse to let me help when we face him!”
“Why won’t you just listen to me, Jason!”
He turned around to face his Robin. A bright, dark-haired teen with an attitude. His stone face faltered for just a moment.
He forgot.
He forgot that it was Tim he was arguing with. Bruce’s breathing was ragged as he locked eyes with a boy who wasn’t Jason at all.
The two stayed quiet, Bruce’s eyes locked on the old Robin costume displayed on a higher level of the cave, it was stitched and patched back together as well as possible. Alfred could have heard a pin drop until Bruce broke the silence, “Go to bed, Tim.”
“Yes, sir.”
Bruce looked back at the blank, black screen of the large computer monitor. He took a long, hard look at himself and sighed, shaking his head as he hung it.
Bruce missed his son.
He missed his son more than anything.
“Jason is dead,” he mumbled to himself, his grip on the desk tightening in his gloves, his voice was broken and his breathing was uneven. “You must remember that. You cannot change it. Your son is dead.”
Tim waited by the door at the top of the elevator, listening.
Jason. Someone who still haunted Bruce’s narrative. Who’s spirit hid in the walls of the Batcave.
As if living up to the pressure of Dick’s existence wasn’t bad enough. Tim didn’t know how to live up to someone he had never met.
I'm working through the rest of it and I haven't even started Damian's section yet as I'm still researching Tim's character and I want to give him a solid and true personality, unlike DC. Let me know what you think!
PLEASE no reposting my shit or I will go back to not posting. I love my readers, please let me know what y'all want to see.
Bruh. Where does DC find this writers. PLEASE JUST LET ME WRITE. I have the perfect plot and everything 😭 how do I get nominated to write a Jason Todd comic
How I'd Write DC Characters Since DC Can't Give Us Writers Who Enjoy The Characters.
I saw the premise of the new Red Hood/Huntress run and it just made me so angry I know they will mess them up as characters so bad. I'm actually so fucking angry it's making me come back to DC.
So this is formatted as runs and how I'd write them.
Red Hood (Jason Todd)
This will probably be the longest since I've had this one on the mind for a long time.
I'd focus on Jason as a representative for mental illness. I'd make sure the run is from Jason's perspective while from a third person view, meaning drawn in typical comic fashion, but you see what Jason sees most of the time.
This is important because what I want to do is have it following his struggles with the pit and his return. I'd have it start post his return to Gotham while in his first few years as Red Hood. And I'd have the pit manifest as this green text that plagues on his anger, fears, anxiety, and stress to raise his blood pressure. I'd have his describe it as a type of nausea that manifests at the base of your skull where it meets your neck.
He suffers from amnesia and doesn't know what all he's done since he's returned to Gotham (so have it pick up basically where Under The Red Hood ends with Bruce searching for Jason). But I'd also have him flash back to moments of his death and what being dead was like and hime being guided by a spirit.
I'd have the spirit manifest as Martha Wayne and have her be this sort of angel on his shoulder, something left over of his death to remind him how far he's come. I'd leave this up to reader interpretation as to whether or not it's actually the real Martha and have her be this good maternal figure he's never gotten. Have her tone be gentle but real as she discovers with him what he's done in Gotham since his return. Have her say things like, "Jason, you know Bruce. Would he really have left no stone unturned to find you?" "I told Thomas to go prepare what's there for us in the beyond. I had a feeling I had a little more to do here, and now I've gotten to meet one of my grandchildren. It's good to be needed." And have her bring some sort of comfort to a run that would probably be very emotionally heavy.
I'd have Martha depart once Jason starts slowly preparing his relationship with Bruce. Basically have her stand in the living room of Wayne manor, look around and realize how it's changed and watch some sort of embrace or hug between Jason and Bruce. She gives Jason a smile and a nod and just fades over the course of a few frames.
Huntress (Helena Bertinelli) + The Question (Vic Sage)
One of the best things Justice League Unlimited did was give us Huntress x Q. I'd have them chasing a same lead on a case, she meets him late at night as he walks a crime seen. Have him almost speak in riddles with a lot of rhetorical questions as he talks, really play up the fact that he's named The Question.
Have her be like "Holy fuck. This guy's a nut. But he's onto something," in her little thought bubbles with her represented as purple and his being an orange color.
I wouldn't have as much of Q's thoughts be up front to the reader just because I do think he'd be a good Autism/ADHD rep with his brain moving super fast but a calm exterior to show a different kind of A/ADHD than we usually see represented in boys. I'd have Helena be very up front.
I'd have them driving around his dark blue 1967 Pontiac GTO (as seen driven by him in the Justice League Unlimited show cuz I love Pontiacs and its better than the purple station wagon he drives in other runs) while trying to solve some sort of grand murder case of an elected official with Helena focused strictly on the case and finding out who did it but Q focusing on the bigger picture, the why, and just this large scheme it could be apart of. I'd have him preach about older cars with limited tech being better because the government can't track them, have him print directions, and use a flip phone to show he's a hardcore conspiracy theorist and a little nutty. I think a politicians death would be really on point for
I'd probably have them be flirty but I'd have to gauge my audience before writing full romance just because I think they'd both lock in and real romance wouldn't be apart of it until like the last comic where they solve it, maybe have her be like "do you have a face under all that latex?" and give him like a peck on the cheek and say, "you know where to find me if you feel so inclined to show me." with her disappearing into the night and the last few frames are Vic running his fingers through his hair with a sigh and turning to walk after her into the darkness. And that's the end of it. Total bait to get them to sign me for another run so I can make them kiss but I think romance is over used in comic runs bc if I wanted to read romance I'd read a fanfiction bc no writer can write it how any of us want.
My favorite underrated DC heroes. I'd have Jonah Hex and Vig go to the past with Sir Justin to save fight at the Alamo or something because another time traveler is messing up the time string and if they don't it'll ruin the timeline- I'm really not quite sure but I love them both as characters and I think they'd be a great group for a short comic run.
I'd have Jonah Hex be this grittier, angrier characters who doesn't trust people and is very my way or the high way in terms of plans, while having Vig be very matter of fact yet hopeful and positive in situations- if that makes sense. I'd have Sir Justin be a little lost but doing his best to blend in with his pegasus and have him be sort of an underdog in the whole thing with the most hopeful outlook and some unconventional answers to their problems they face that Jonah Hex initially writes off. I'd focus on them trying to blend in and work together while being almost a buddy cop movie style of writing where Jonah is very sarcastic with Vig and Knight just kind of shrugging and going along with it.
Superman (Clark Kent) + Superboy (Conner Kent) (im so hype for the new movie)
Superboy, Conner Kent, have him be fresh out of Cadmus or whatever. Have him struggle with being half Lex Luthor and half Superman dna. Have Lex on one side be supportive and welcoming but at a cost that Conner works for him, have Clark struggle with the idea of taking Conner in as his own son. Write a Lois who is excited to meet Conner, and makes the argument that "people aren't their parents and that just because he has Lex's DNA it doesn't mean he's Lex". Have Clark be like "but that doesn't mean he's like me either." I'd like to show Lois bonding with Conner and showing him how to be human, have her not really be a mother figure but closer to a sisterly figure/mentor to help him talk through his struggles.
I think it would be a great parallel for what it's like being a kid in complex family dynamics and having the choice between an eager home at a cost vs a home that's cautious that he identifies with more and how he struggles to be himself with the struggles of his own identity.
Bruh. Where does DC find this writers. PLEASE JUST LET ME WRITE. I have the perfect plot and everything 😭 how do I get nominated to write a Jason Todd comic
