That’s a… hard question. It might not seem like it but it is.

In your universe, Jack Nicholson was 52 when he played the Joker. Heath Ledger was 28. Jared Leto was 44.

On paper in the concept writing for the original comics Joker is described as being 35, the same age as Bruce Wayne at that time. The age difference between Batman and the Joker in live action depictions has varied from Batman being 14 years younger to 6 years older to only a few months apart.

In *this* reality? The Joker *I* know? Not quite sure. I know Batman was about 26/27 when he first fought the Joker, and I know that he just turned 39 (his birthday is February 19th) but I don’t know the Joker’s age.

I’ve asked him but never gives a clear answer, not even the day he was born. He never blatantly makes it up like saying he’s 5 or 62 but he gives a different age each time. My best guess is in his late 20s at least, late 30s at most, though he’s probably younger than he looks rather than older. He’s been through a lot of stress and chemical baths aren’t exactly great for your skin…

In a universe where we age backwards.
We are born at the bottom of graveyards.
Dust becomes bone
Bone become flesh.
As we enter the surface there is light.
Later we will learn that they call it the sun.
For now;
we are wrinkled skin and slow smiles.

We are assigned to younger adults who become our caretakers. Mother. Father. They teach our tongues the words of their people. We get better at remembering.
But no one recalls the life before this one.

We learn to walk without the cane; without the limp.

At school; the best teachers are children. They tell us of all the years they have lived.
Between classes we talk about what we want to be when we grow down.

At graduation, the grey fades and we find out our true hair colour for the first time; women begin to bleed; their breasts rise; our bodies become firmer; the wrinkles smoothen like pressed flowers.
We dance for the first time. And don’t feel tired.

My caretakers are teenagers now. They’re loud and hard to understand. The scientists say it’s something with their hormones. I find that my mother skips work and listens to sad songs; she spends more time looking in the mirror now. My father cries when no ones looking;
it’s hard for a man to become a boy.

When we go to find jobs the younger ones interview us. When we turn 13 we will have to retire.

I save money to put my caretakers into a children’s home when they get younger. Just like they did for their grandparents.

I was assigned my first elderly person. He’s 95 and confined to a wheelchair. He doesn’t have any hair yet but I know it’ll grow soon. Sometimes he grabs my wrist to look at the way our skin doesn’t match. When he gets younger I’ll tell him about race; he’s too old to understand such things. I name him Luke.

I fall in love with a younger man; a writer named Hercules. He says funny things like “Imagine a universe where we age backwards; where we start off babies and die when we grow old.”
I try; but it seems impossible; too farfetched.
At our wedding; Luke is the ring bearer.
(He walks down the aisle without his wheelchair and I can’t help but cry).

Hercules kisses my forehead every time we meet. Says he wants to savour the days when he stands taller than me.

My caretakers are babies now. And Hercules is a teenager. There’s something different about him; he says I’ll understand in a few years.

They say that my mother wouldn’t sleep the night my father passed on; that she wouldn’t stop crying for what seemed like no reason but I think that somehow she knew. He’d been asleep in his crib at the time; the passing often happens this way.

Hercules holds me tighter that night. He’s started having nightmares. I guess it’s harder for a writer. To know that one day he’ll forget how to say how he feels; how to read.
I wonder how babies manage it. To have all these thoughts and no way to express them.

I’m eighteen today and it’s full moon. Hercules takes me to the beach and insists we bathe entirely naked. Between the waves he tells the whole sky of stars that we’re rebels now; that becoming a teenager makes us free in ways I don’t yet understand. I think that he just wants to taste everything before he dies.
After sharing a bottle of wine on the sand with him and dancing to the sound of the ocean’s monologue…
I believe him.

Our love has changed. From candle to fireplace to forest fire. I want to touch him all the time. He likes writing poems on my skin; but says that even without them I’m the best book he’s ever read.

My breasts are shrinking. And my bleeding had stopped. Though no one really understands why it happens. Hercules says maybe it served a purpose in the life before. His voice is high pitched now; more like mine; a sign of maturity.

Being teenagers was hard but nothing prepared me for childhood. They say it is a lot like old age.
Luke put us in the nicest children’s home he could find. It’s full of interesting people who’ve retired like us. But the babysitters are always watching. We play games during the day but they force us to go to bed even if we don’t want to. Hercules and I have to sleep in separate rooms now.

Yesterday they caught Hercules trying to paint his hair grey again. He believes he can fight it somehow. He hates that he can’t stay focused long enough to finish books but he still brings me love letters; crooked hearts coloured with crayons. I stick them on the fridge and stoop so that he can kiss my forehead.

When the babysitter told me that Hercules had passed on… I learnt what it felt like to be crushed. Some days I’d feel the ghost of his lips against my forehead and feel so angry. I’d cry and scream and curse. They called it a tantrum.

I’m five years old now and I’m beginning to understand that the end looks so much like the beginning and that’s why they call it the circle of life.

—  In a universe where we age backwards // Ceres @mentamorphisis
On Greg's Age

After the Character Analysis post on Holly Blue, I just wanted to bring up something about age and SU characters.

From Adventures in Light Distortion:

Greg + 70 years = 110th birthday
Greg is 40 now
Steven is 14 years old
40-14= 26
Greg had Steven at 26

Given this information, the interactions between young Greg and Rose and also young Greg and baby Steven are clearer now.

It’s not to say that age is a determinant of maturity. But in most societies, certain ages are accompanied by life milestones. People are ushered into a new social environment at the dawn of certain years in their lives. We mark these years and generally we are able to pinpoint the kind of experiences someone has had by the time these years roll around.

Like how Greg was about done with college when he decided to drop out and be a rockstar.

Or how Rose may have been his very first serious relationship. And how he was Rose’s. 

And how Greg is still really young and is at the age most people are starting to reap the benefits of their work. Greg finally getting his royalty checks is doing just that.

But mostly how Greg gave up the years he was most hireable to raise Steven in a way that entered his son would always get to make his own choices in life, as he did.

The Curse of Limbo: Age

When I was 1, my mother and father got into their first argument. When I was two, my first baby brother was born– he looks just like mother. Still does. When I was 3, my last baby brother was born– he acts so strange and he’s the luckiest one too. He almost died twice, but an angel is always there to save him. When I was 4, my father moved out and my mother was finally free from his tyranny. When I was 5, my grandmother smiled because she caught me in my first lie. When I was 6, my grandfather passed away– I cried for a whole week… or maybe for the whole day… time is an illusion, yeah? When I was 7, I burned my grandmother’s kitchen down. She covered for me. When I was 8, I made a best friend at school. The next day he was another kid’s best friend, so I cried about it. When I was 9, my grandmother from Vietnam passed away. My mom cried that whole month. Time is still an illusion. When I was 10, my mother still hit us. When I was 11, I questioned my existence. Why am I here? When I was 12, I told her to stop hitting us. She called the cops on me. They said I didn’t do anything wrong. Case closed. When I was 13, I got my first heartbreak. When I was 14, I smoked my first blunt. When I was 15, I popped my first pill. When I was 16, I was single for a whole year. When I was 17, I met a smile with poetry written all over it. When I was 18, she broke my heart. When I was 19, I started to smoke a lot more. When I was 20, I was so damn lost. When I was 21, all we did was fuck. When I was 22, she said that this was enough. When I was 23, I dropped the razor. I’m 24 now. I wonder about 25. I chase after 26. I’m in love with 27. It gets better.

Sombra Age

So I’ve seen people saying that Sombra looks/acts too young for her age. 

This is Anna Kendrick who is 31.

Let me ask you does she look 30 to you?

No? Let me get a other example for you. 

This is Sonequa Martin-Green, who plays Sasha from the walking dead and  who is also 31.

But you might be thinking ”They’re wear make-up so that doesn’t count”

But as you can see that Sombra is wear make-up.

Also, she just a video game character 

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The Last Hollywood Legends

Pictures of Kirk Douglas (The Vikings, Spartacus) and Olivia de Havilland (Gone with the Wind, The Snake Pit) at Cannes Film Festival, 1953. These two Hollywood stars both turned 100 in 2016.

Olivia de Havilland (1st July) and Kirk Douglas (9th December) Portraits by Andy Gotts.