summary: Y/N has spent months writing about New York’s favorite masked hero. The only thing she doesn’t know is that every time Spider-Man disappears, her boyfriend is already on his way to her.
content: spider-man!michael jackson x reader. journalist!reader. au. fluff. pictured otw/thriller mj. fluff. proofread but there might be some mistakes.
NYC, 1981
“Look! Look! It’s Spider-Man!” A little boy’s voice echoed across the sidewalk, rapidly drawing the attention of everyone nearby. Conversations died mid-sentence. A businessman stopped checking his watch. A woman carrying grocery bags looked up so quickly she nearly dropped them.
Y/N had been on her way home, struggling with all the papers and files she had been carrying, when she stopped abruptly and followed the kid’s pointing finger toward the skyline.
‘There he is.’ She thought to herself.
A flash of blue and white swinging effortlessly between Manhattan’s buildings, disappearing behind one skyscraper only to reappear from another only a heartbeat later. Graceful and weightless. So smoothly it was almost criminal. Like New York City itself had decided gravity was optional for exactly one person.
A small grin appeared on Y/N’s face as her eyes caught the afternoon sun reflecting off the rhinestones scattered across the single glove Spider-Man wore over his right hand. Nobody knew why only one of his hands sparkled while the other remained hidden beneath the blue fabric of his suit. Rumors ranged from it being good luck to some elaborate superhero technology, but no explanation ever stuck.
It had simply become part of him, you know? The sparkly glove. Whenever the sunlight caught it just right, it flashed across the Manhattan skyline like a shooting star, announcing his arrival before anyone even laid eyes on him.
The crowd collectively gasped and pointed. Some waved. A few children jumped excitedly, convinced he could somehow see them from thirty stories above.
Nobody screamed hysterically anymore, not these days, no.
Spider-Man had become less of a mystery and more of a friendly neighborhood protector. Of course, nobody knew who he was. And nobody seemed particularly interested in ruining the mystery of his identity, There was an unspoken understanding throughout the city that some secrets were meant to stay secrets. And as long as he kept catching muggers before breakfast and dangling purse snatchers from traffic lights, new yorkers were perfectly happy minding their own business.
High above them, Spider-Man released one web and caught another.
“AOW!” His voice bounced between the buildings.
The little boy burst into laughter. “Oh, he so does that on purpose!” he exclaimed, delighted, pulling at his mother’s elbow for excitement. “Awo!” He mimed in his tiny voice.
Y/N couldn’t help smiling. “He’s such a dork,” she murmured to herself, shaking her head fondly at the familiar figure.
Spider-Man disappeared around another building, only the occasional glimpse of blue between the steel and glass letting the city know he was still somewhere overhead.
She kept watching until he vanished completely into the skyline. A sigh escaped her.
It had become a small routine at this point: whenever she happened to catch a glimpse of him, her day somehow got a little better.
Y/N wasn’t one of those people who collected newspaper clippings or claimed they’d spotted him every other Tuesday. She simply liked the comfort of knowing that somewhere above the city, someone was looking out for it. It made New York feel… safer, in a way.
“One of these days,” she muttered to herself again, adjusting the strap of her tote bag, “Michael will introduce us.”
Her boyfriend, Michael, somehow, possessed the worst timing of any human ever. Which was particularly ironic considering he worked as a photographer for the Daily Bugle.
You see, the two worked for the newspaper, Michael in photography and Y/N writing. Well, now she was starting to call herself 'spider-writer', since their boss and chief editor, J. Jonah Jameson had been making her write solely for one topic and one topic only: your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man.
Y/N was starting to get bored, to be honest. People always circled back to the same tedious questions — “WHO IS SPIDER-MAN?” or“HOW DID HE GET HIS POWERS?”. But Y/N had outgrown those wonders—now she had interests in things like why did New York trust him? What was his moral compass? Would he be there whenever needed? Why on earth did he war that bedazzled glove?
At least Jonah allowed her to get into those matters.
Michael, on the other hand, had photographed Spider-Man more than one time. He had sold front-page pictures of him and even claimed the guy was ‘actually really nice’. Meanwhile, Y/N had yet to see Spider-Man do anything more exciting than swing between buildings yelling nonsensical little noises.
He always seemed to catch the interesting parts. She seemed to always miss those spicy bits. It was beginning to feel personal, truly.
What Y/N didn’t know, though—what she couldn’t possibly know— was that she had, in fact, seen Spider-Man every single day face to face. Usually over breakfast, wearing oversized sweaters and apologizing for being more than five minutes late.
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“Excuse me!” His voice rang through the air. “Oh, careful there, miss!” He swung from a traffic light to another. “Hee-hee!” He yelled.
Michael swung through New York as fast as he could, trying to make it to his girlfriend’s apartment before movie night officially became ‘Michael’s late again’ night.
“Oh, shoot!” He cursed as his eye caught the time in a digital watch nearby that hung off a nearby storefront. He looked around for a few seconds and spotted a familiar face shaking their head negatively at him.
Bill Bray, who Michael considered a friend and was lucky enough to have as father figure, stood with his arms crossed over his chest, a bouquet in one hand and an unmistakable scowl of disapproval on his face, staring at Spider-Man as though he were one of the bad guys.
Michael sighed before dropping directly in front of Bill. The man stood in the street in front of a little flower cart wearing a beige hat, an elderly lady standing behind said cart looking a little taken aback. Her eyes wandered from Bill to Spider-Man a few times before she mimed Bill’s disapproving expression in a very comical way. Spider-Man was truly becoming a regular client nowadays.
“I know, I know!” Michael complained, voice sounding tired, as he tried to reach for the bouquet. Bill retracted his arm, keeping the flowers out of Michael’s reach. Instead, he reached up and fixed Michael’s blue mask, smoothing it out where it’d shifted. Then he brushed a bit of dust from one shoulder. “Thanks.” Michael said softly.
And then Bill pointed a sharp finger towards him. “You gotta watch out, kiddo,” He licked his lips. “One day that girl will get tired of these poor excuses of yours!”
Michael sighed again and ran his gloved hand through his face covered by the Spider-Man mask. “She believes me.” He argued.
“No, no,” Bill cut him off mid sentence. “She loves you! And it’s about damn time you fill her in, and you know it!”
“Yeah, I know, I know.”
The lady’s eyes darted between Michael and Bill with obvious interest. Then they drifted down to the bouquet. Every week Spider-Man would show up and grab a bouquet. Sometimes it was lilies, sometimes it was sunflowers. This week was sunflowers.
“Does Spider-Man have a special someone?” Curiosity got the best of her and she couldn’t resist in asking.
Spider-Man’s body language changes completely. He scratched the back of his neck and looked away, as if someone could see the blush that crept its way into his cheeks.
Bill rolled his eyes.
“I, uh—Maybe.” Michael said in a shy tone, a little nervous laugh escaping through his lips.
“Ya know, ‘maybes’ buys flowers every thursday.” The lady mocked, an amused smile crossing her sweet wrinkled face.
“She’s uh,…” He bit his bottom lip underneath the mask. “Ehm, she’s a… a pretty young thing.” You could actually hear his smile.
The florist’s own smile widened. Even Bill fought back a grin.
“Oh?”
“Mhm.”
“And does Pretty Young Thing know she’s dating Spider-Man?”
Michael let out a breathy laugh and shook his head.
“No, she doesn’t and it’ll bite him in the butt!” Bill answered before Michael had the chance.
“Oh, you must tell her, then!” The lady sided with Bill and Michael (besides recognizing signs of some irritation at their persistence) knew they were right.
But the thought of it alone made his stomach tighten. Could you imagine if one of enemies found out she mattered to him? That could go wrong really quickly. All it took was one enemy. One photograph. One wrong person putting two and two together. Suddenly Y/N wouldn’t just be his girlfriend—she’d be a target.
And sweet, caring, love-of-his-life, Y/N deserved something as close to normal as he could possibly offer her. And Michael felt selfish enough to keep her as his girlfriend, even if that meant hiding the truth for as long as he could. She was everything to him. Everything.
He let out another sigh before checking Bill’s wristwatch. “Can I go now?” He asked, softly. Tiredly.
Bill clicked his tongue and let out a huff. He extended the bouquet to Michael and let him grab it.
“Sunflowers are her favorite.” Michael said with a tiny smile taking over his masked lips. “Thanks, Bill.”
“No problem, kiddo.”
“Thank you, ma'am.” He tapped two fingers against his forehead before pointing them toward her with a boyish smile underneath the blue mask. “See ya!”, then launched himself back into the Manhattan skyline.
The florist watched him disappear, then turned to Bill. “He’s hopelessly in it, isn’t he?”
Bill didn’t bother looking up. “Yup.”
“Sweet boy, though.”
“Too sweet for his own good.”
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As Michael swung through the familiar streets and avenues on the way to Y/N’s apartment, something caught his attention, like it usually would: an orange cat was stranded on the fire escape of a six-story apartment building, meowing pitifully while an elderly man leaned out of his window a floor below.
"Oh, Mr Buttons…” He pleaded helplessly, one hand over his chest. "Please, please don't jump."
Michael sighed. "Really?" He looked toward the skyline. Then at the cat. Then toward the skyline again. Then at his wrist, which had no watch. Well, was already late. Might as well, right?
"AOW!” he yelled dramatically to absolutely no one before changing courses. A web caught the side of the building and, seconds later, Spider-Man landed smoothly on the fire escape.
"Oh, thank goodness!" The elderly man sighed with relief at the sight of him. Michael waved politely at the man.
He placed the bouquet under one of his arms, trying and hoping too keep it at least, somewhat, secure.
The cat blinked up at him with its enormous amber eyes.
"...Hi."
It let out one tiny, pitiful meow in response.
Michael smiled beneath the mask. “M’kay, here we go..." He reached out carefully, scooping the orange fluff into his arms.
The transformation was immediate. Claws, teeth and hisses—all at once, everywhere.
"HISSSSS!"
"Oh my god!”
The kitten twisted like it was possessed, every paw going in a different direction. Michael kept trashing around along with the feline, trying to get ahold of it.
Sharp, tiny claws latched onto his forearm. Then his shoulder. Then— "Dang it!" One particularly offended swipe caught him clean across the cheek, getting a small rip through his mask.
At that Michael nearly lost his footing on the fire escape. "Hey, hey!" he pleaded, desperately trying not to drop the tiny menace. "I'm literally rescuing you! C’mon, don’t make this difficult!” The cat responded by attempting to climb onto his head. "No, no, no—we don't need to be up there!"
It hissed again.
“Now you're just being dramatic."
Another hiss.
Michael sighed, gulped and reached one delicate hand out, trying to pet the cat. “I know you're scared." The kitten bit his gloved index finger.
“Ouch!” He jerked his hand away. “Okay, maybe you're just mean."
The cat somehow managed to hook all four paws into his suit at once, dangling from his chest like an angry orange ornament.
Michael sighed.
“Out of all the dangers in the city, this is what will take me…” Michael complained under his breath, slowly starting to turn towards the old man’s window.
He finally managed to peel the cat off his suit one tiny paw at a time, cradling it firmly enough that it couldn't launch into another attack.
The cat glared up at him. Michael glared right back through the white lenses of his mask.
"We are never doing this again." He warned, pointing a sharp finger at the cat.
It sneezed in his face.
Michael closed his eyes. “Alrighty, then.”
A moment later, he lowered the little orange menace safely into its owner's waiting arms. The transformation was miraculous--It immediately began purring.
Michael stared in complete disbelief. "Oh, so now you behave?"
The old man laughed. "Mr Buttons can be... spirited."
"Spirited?" Michael touched the fresh scratch on his cheek, grimacing at the stingy feeling of touching it. “Sir, respectfully, your cat just tried to kill Spider-Man."
The cat blinked innocently.
“Oh, don’t you gimme that look!”
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A few moments later he reached the familiar alley he always hid his suit and ‘transformed’ into simply Michael Jackson, the photographer and boyfriend, before going to Y/N’s place.
Michael caught his reflection in the rain puddle at his feet and stared. The suit looked exactly as it always had: royal blue from neck to boots, broken only by crisp white panels sweeping across his shoulders, forearms and sides like the sharp lines of an expensive suit tailored for someone who spent more time in the air than on the ground. A black spider stretched across his chest, its long eight legs blending with the white. The mask's white lenses reflected the city lights back at him, giving away nothing of the tired eyes behind them. His right hand glittered--tons of tiny rhinestones caught even the weakest light, turning the glove into a shooting star whenever he swung between buildings. Most New Yorkers assumed it was part of the costume, some flashy signature, something Spider-Man wore simply because he was Spider-Man.
But in reality, the glove served a purpose: it was stitched with fine grip pads along the fingertips and palm, giving him greater precision whenever he aimed a web or caught the edge of a building at impossible speeds. The rhinestones weren't just decoration: their texture gave his fingers subtle tactile reference points, allowing him to adjust the angle of his wrist without ever taking his eyes off where he was going. The sparkle had simply been Michael's idea.
'If I have to wear it every day,' he'd once reasoned while tailoring the whole suit, 'might as well be pretty.'
He wiggled out of the blue suit before putting it away in a handbag he kept hidden behind a metal trashcan, the rhinestone glove being the last thing he placed inside the bag. He took a deep breath and zipped it shut, placing it hidden and shooting a web at it to keep it secure. You never know, right?
His curls were messy and a few stubborn locks stuck to his sweaty forehaed. Cheeks flushed bright red and the scratch on his left one (curtesy of Mr Buttons) stood out in bloody maroon. He hadn’t notice it, since it had stopped stinging.
Michael jogged with the bouquet in his hand to the familiar building where his girl resided. He finally made his way up to her floor, two steps at a time.
A little disappointed huff left him as he caught sight of the (now ruined) flowers as soon as he reached her door. Couldn’t even get her proper flowers, he thought. Shaking his head, he finally knocked.
Y/N opened the door about two seconds later, a wondering gaze on her eyes. She was still in her work clothes, dark pants, white shirt and black vest on top. Michael gulped, looking away for a split second. He loved her in those outfits. But then again, he loved her in anything (specially nothing).
She lifted a brow and tilted her head, leaning against the doorway and crossing her arms over her chest. An amused expression crossed her face. “Well, did they fight back, at least?” She asked while nodding towards the wrecked flowers.
Michael looked down at the bouquet and smiled shyly. “Bravely.”
Y/N shook her head and reached out for it. She lifted the bouquet up to her nose and took a deep breath, sighing and closing her eyes at the pleasant fragrance. Then, she turned her eyes to Michael’s face, frowning and reaching out delicately for his cheek. She softly crossed her thumb across the bloody scratch. Concern started to kick in.
“Did you get hurt? What happened? Did you get into a fight? Do you need me to-”
“Baby, baby-” Michael cut her off and took her wrists delicately into his hands. A warm smile appeared on his lips. “I’m okay. Just a scratch, isn't it?” He shook his head, quicly trying to come up wiht a good excuse. “I just, uhm, the camera, you know?”
Y/N narrowed her eyes at his response. “Yeah, right,” She pulled him inside by the arm. “the camera.”
Michael closed the door behind him and pulled Y/N back into him by the wrist, kissing her temple before she made her way to her kitchen, searching for a vase for the flowers. She stopped on her tracks briefly, though, turning around and pecking his lips not once, not twice, but three times. Michael kissed her back, leaning in for more, but was met with nothing but disappointment as she made her way to flower-care.
He looked down in a bummer, but trailed after anyway. That was until something caught his eye. A few papers laid messily around the coffee table in front of her couch, notes scattered and some cut-out newspaper pieces with Spider-Man’s name and pictures. His heart skipped a beat.
Among the scattered newspaper clippings and notes, one hastily written headline immediately caught his eye:
'WHY NEW YORK TRUSTS SPIDER-MAN?'
“Another Spider-Man article?”
Y/N didn’t bother looking up, concentrated on making the flowers fit the vase.
“Mhm.”
“I’m starting to think you have a crush on him.” Michael teased, crossing the living room and placing himself right behind her, arms around her waist and chin resting on top of her head.
Y/N raised her brows at that, shifting around to face him. Her back was now against the kitchen counter and her front faced Michael. “Well, if anyone has the hots for him, it’s Jonah,” She slipped her arms around his neck, lacing her fingers together behind it. “The man won’t let me write about anything else besides Spidey content. It’s annoying, really.”
“Mhm,” Michael nodded, a teasing smirk on his face. If only she knew how much he enjoyed reading her words on him. “Spidey, huh?” Oh, if only she knew.
She frowned. “Are you jealous of Spider-Man, Mike?”
“What? No! That’s ridiculous!” He immediately replied.
Y/N burst out laughing at his defensiveness. She shrugged. “Oh, well, at least Spider-Man is pontual!”
Michael let out the most offended little gasp she'd ever heard. “You take that back!”
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A few minutes later, they were curled up together on Y/N's couch, wrapped beneath a shared blanket.
Michael managed to keep the bowl of popcorn equilibrated on his stomach as he laid with his head resting on Y/N’s tights. She sat up, a hand playing absentmindedly with his curls.
About 15 minutes into the movie he fell asleep, little snores coming out of his mouth selling him out.
Y/N was used to it by now and she didn’t mind it—stopped pretended to get upset over it months ago. She carefully reached for the bowl on his stomach, placing it on the table next to her side of the couch before letting her fingers wander back into his hair. She looked down at him and softly ran a finger through the cut in his cheek.
Before, she meant to clean and take care of it, not wanting him to get it infected or anything. Michael had protested, of course. “It’s barely even a scratch!” He had complained. “It’ll heal on its own.”
Y/N just stared at him looking very unimpressed before cleaning it with antiseptic spray and applying some healing ointment over it.
Michael secretly loved whenever she took care of him. He thanked her afterwards with a kiss.
Now, a warm feeling took over her chest as she stared at him. He was painfully handsome. And Y/N was painfully aware of it. But not only physically beautiful, no. He couldn't walk past someone who needed help without stopping. He remembered everyone's birthday, always gave away more than he kept for himself, and carried the weight of other people's happiness as though it were his own responsibility. Sometimes she worried he cared so deeply about the world that he forgot to leave a little of that kindness for himself.
She brushed another curl away from his forehead, smiling to herself. She loved him. It almost hurt just how much.
Her gaze drifted toward the stack of papers on the coffee table, and her stomach tightened ever so slightly. Jonah had been making her life miserable over the Spider-Man article for days now, despite the fact that the deadline was still a week away.
Her thumb gently brushed another curl away from his eyes. She let her fingertips linger against his cheek, smiling when a tiny snore escaped him. Her thoughts, however, betrayed her once more.
Spider-Man.
Y/N had stopped wondering about his identity long ago. Whoever hid beneath the mask had proven, time and time again, that he loved this city enough to bleed for it. To put strangers before himself. To keep showing up. That was enough for her.
Outside her appartment, the city didn’t sleep.
If you got really quiet, firefighters sirens could be heard several blocks away. Car horns and curses from angry civilians could be heard as well. A police helicopter crossed somewhere above the rooftops. People cursing. Shouting. Laughing.
All across the city, crime carried on. New York never slept. Neither did danger.
But just for a little while, for just one quiet evening, Spider-Man did. Just for one quiet, rare night off, the mask sat forgotten inside an old handbag hidden in a forgotten alley.
The webs could wait. So could the city. Just for a little bit.
For a moment, Spider-Man allowed himself to be simply Michael Jackson. A shy photographer who was always running late; a hopeless romantic who bought wrinkled flowers every tuesday and who fell asleep on his girlfriend’s lap over movies.
Y/N smiled down at him one last time before closing her own eyes, still hoping Michael would introduce her to Spider-Man, someday.
And somewhere in the coffee table, an unfinished articled asked:
How much longer till it’s no longer an au but ocs? Thequestion may never be answered.
Anyways, human Broppy yuri because I’m crazy and you can’t stop me :3 and also it’s a super hero/magical girl type story, Poppy is part of a group of supers (the Snack Pack) and is on her way to becoming the next big hero in town :3 Ramona (Brancb) is just trying to live her life as peacefully as she can without any interference from some no good vigilante super. But Poppy unfortunately doesn’t listen to the rules and bothers her anyways.
Okay and then their shitty little references I have :p
(Open Rp) DC X Megamind Crossover in "Hero's Love Within"
For the Past 7 Years Since Saphira's 28th Husband name "Ned Quimby Marlowe" had been dead along with his stepmother name "Samantha Pelican" from the Horrible car accident until One day, His father Ted Marlowe told Saphira something so shocking that she couldn't believe what she was hearing from her Father-in-law, Ted told her that he saw his own son with his pregnant stepmother and he realized, it was all Neds plan to avoid getting caught and getting divorce as well along with Samantha too and now Saphira is Beyond Furious about what just happen, How could Ned who she's been married to him for TWO Fucking years betraying His good woman like Saphira by faking his death for 7 years just to be with his Own stepmother? Then Saphira had an Idea to catch them in the act by doing the same thing but Using a funeral as a bait and the false rumors will be heard by her twin sister Ruby as well. When the funeral was set up and the rumors just started, Saphira began to put on a white dress and cloth on her face, then she lays down on her own coffin holding the beautiful blue roses and hours later, Ned arrived with his pregnant mistress which is his own step mother Samantha and then Ned began to approach the coffin where Saphira lays dead and Ned said that it was a shame that Saphira doesn't know that he's alive and living well, including having a kid on the way, he laughs cruelly as Samantha laughs along with him until she rise up and she remove the cloth and said,
Saph: "Oh Do you Now?"
Ned and Samantha gasp in shock and horror, then saphira got out of the coffin and Ned said,
Ned: "Saph!? Your alive!? I thought you were-?"
Saph: "Dead!? I thought the same thing with you 7 years ago!! And now Look at you! lying to me and your Poor Father, Mother, even your Brother and sister, Do you have any Idea how many People You have been hurt for the past 7 years because Of your Horrible Stupid Scheme of yours!?"
Ned: "S-s-s-saph, This isn't what it looks like dear i-"
Saph: "Shut up!! I knew what it looks like! It looks like My own "Dead" husband who lied and betraying me with your Filthy Mistress of the step mother of yours and Worst of all! You hurt your poor Mother Mary, She was destroyed when she heard the news about your deaths."
Ned: "B-b-but i can explain."
Saph: "Explain what!? For 2 years since we got married and now you faked your death for 7 years just to be with HER! pointed at Samantha You know what?! I am Sick and tired of every single failed marriage that I had been through for years and years BUT THIS! Faking death just to be with your own stepmother is my last straw! I've had it!"
Ned: "But Saph, Please i-"
Saph: "Shut it! I'm not done! I have tried with all my Might to be a wonderful wife that any husband would have but instead, I get berated, belittled, abuse, neglect, Being Sold off, Choosing mothers over Me, Being Mistreated, And Worst of all! Being cheated on big time! All I ever wanted was a sweet, loving, kind, and compassionate Husband who loves me for me, being a devoted and dotting husband, MAYBE loving the kids REGARDLESS of gender, AND Being a first choice over anything! But Instead I had a HORRIBLE, Misogynistic, Abusive, lying, Mommy's boy, Spoiled, Selfish, cruel, Wicked, Low-down, Shameless, Ungrateful, Pig-faced, Murderous, and Sorry Excuse of a man who Doesn't even Love a woman who try and try to be a wonderful Wife that would make any man would be the Luckiest person in the world! I thought you were decent Ned, But Turns out your Nothing but a Lying cheating Pig! If you were and alcoholic and a gambler, that i forgive but this!.. I will never forgive you for this.. turns to Samantha AAAND YOU! You Shameless Dirty Harlot, How Could you betray your own husband Ted!? What is your Mentality!? I can't believe you stoop so low to betray Ted Like this let alone Faking deaths as well and worst of all.. Turns to Ned You Made a Cuckhold Out of me By Cheated on me with your own stepmother while faking deaths! You two Ought to be ashamed of yourselves! I'm Putting my foot down, From Now on I refuse to marry any Man Until I get treated with Love and Passion."
Ned: "But Saph-!"
Saph: "Don't "BUT" Me Ned! You Brought this to yourself! I buried You 7 years ago.. and since your alive, Throws a divorce papers at him Consider yourself Divorced and Served! I hope your happy now that you've hurt and destroyed the family, Not only that you threw away a Wonderful Wife for THAT woman! pointed at Samantha I hope your bastard child Find out about your sins and be punished for it and also be ashamed as well."
Saphira turns and walks away, But His father Ted was Livid that he Yelled and Chewed him and Samantha up for all They've Done so Horribly to their family.. Rumor has it that Samantha's family dragged Her and Ned by the ear back to their own home and made ned work at the crab fishing boat to pay saphira compensation. Two years later, Saphira Just moved Into the city called MetroCity about 2 months ago But she Looks Rough since the Divorce and Ruby couldn't stand her twin sister suffer a broken heart, So she decided to call her good Pen-pal Megamind who is now a Hero since he defeated titan (Aka Hal Stewart) and asked if she can find true love for Saphira, Then maybe making a Hero For Saphira as planned, But Megamind told Ruby that last time he made hero with Hal cause trouble, however Ruby told him that he needs to find someone worthy for Her twin sister Saphira and Protecting Their home city, Megamind Knew She was right, so he got the fusing gun and still had Metromans power and then Ruby said," Don't worry about finding someone, leave that to me. I will make sure someone is not only worthy for my beloved sister but Worthy to Protect our home city." Then Next day, The Interviews was a nightmare every time when Ruby shows picture of Her Twin Sister Saphira, They just rejected her and all. Suddenly when Ruby was about to give up someone comes inside, she saw this mystery man who is a newbie and a Rookie of the Police officer. So Ruby began to let him sits down and she asked," Ok Sir umm I have asked the same thing so.. Can you tell me about yourself?" Then he answers..
yknow something that bothers me? Tmnt is the only superhero franchise I can think of that doesn't get respect as a story for adults.
Like, yes, you have plenty of merchandise and TV shows for spiderman, batman, etc etc etc that is specifically for kids. But I think if you asked around? 9 out of 10 adults would call those superheroes all ages and great stories for adults.
Tmnt on the other hand? You would be HAAARD pressed to find any adults outside the fandom that would say tmnt is an all ages/adult franchise.
It can't be because the most well known version is the goofy 87 cartoon. Cause like, every cartoon was goofy back then, but all the other superheroes still got out of it.
Tonally and visually, 2003 tmnt is no different from any other superhero cartoon of the early 2003s. The comics have always stayed gritty! Up until this week they've never even made anything that aimed for a lower demographic then 9-12 years old (unlike the many times marvel characters have been kiddified, or something like teen titans go)
Heck I remember most of the press around last Ronin being about how they "made a tmnt comic for adults" as if that was out of the ordinary and a first of it's kind thing to do.
So why? Why is it that tmnt is the ONLY super hero cartoon that can't seem to get any respect?
I can only think of two reasons:
One: the main characters are animals and these dimwits can't take that seriously.
Or two: because it it's primarily animated (imo they have never looked good in a realistic style) and people don't respect animation.
Both options are so so dissapointing. Thanks to this obnoxious stigma around animation and anthro characters, I can't answer the question "what's your favorite TV show?" Without getting scrutiny and weird looks.
Man. It would have been way more socially lucrative for me to get really into spiderman lol
