This is the second cover I did for collected editions, and I was very excited to find out that this is the volume where my favorite Bat villain Two-Face debuts. I haven’t drawn him a whole lot, but I’ve really enjoyed the few times I’ve been able to work on Batman.
I don’t understand why diana is always used as a temptation for clois and now batcat, it’s ridiculous and makes her look really really bad, like why would diana pursue men that are engaged lmao???? I mean who’s next? Green arrow?
She reminds me of those female villains in telenovelas whose soul purpose was to provide drama for a couple… diana the princess of the amazons shouldn’t remind me of that…
It will look bad anyway, if he says « i love my wife » and rejects her she’s going to be humiliated and be the girl who tried to wreck 2 couples now…
And if he goes through with it, she cheated on her boyfriend with a man who’s engaged to someone else…..
This arc is basically a bachelor party and at this point, diana is the stripper tempting bruce, his last fling before he settles down… both bruce and diana deserve better than this, steve and selina deserve better than this
Dick had known being a cop wasn’t the, well, safest day time profession he could have chosen, but he felt like it was better than going off-world for weeks on end and that had to count for something. And he didn’t particularly have the heart to leave Earth for quite so long these days.
In the grand scheme of things, that mattered. In the scheme of today, with a multi-gunman hostage takeover of his precinct office that had lasted hours, it felt like maybe he should have been off-world.
The Manor door turned easily under his hand and he wasn’t very surprised to find Bruce right there, in the foyer. He’d certainly seen the news and Dick’s drive up the lane couldn’t have gone unnoticed.
It was right then, seeing the look on Bruce’s face, that he briefly regretted his life with the BPD.
“I…” Dick started and then trailed off. Too often, words between them turned into angry ones and he didn’t want that right now. He shrugged his shoulder and dropped his duffel on the entry rug, took four long strides forward and all but slammed into Bruce.
For a few seconds, Bruce was stiff and tense in the hug, and then tentatively wrapped his arms around Dick. Once he’d gone that far, it became less awkward and rigid. He squeezed, hard. Dick could feel Bruce’s breath skittering across his hair, could tell the man’s head was bent toward his. There was a faint and tremulous exhale.
“Nothing—” Bruce scoffed, his voice far too rough for fury. This was something else. “Dammit, Dick. I’m…hm.”
Dick tightened his arms and let himself lean, melt into the now-rare hug. It was warm and solid and felt like being wrapped in safety itself. There was a flash of delayed fear at what could have happened, in that office with heavy guns and little armor. He shoved it away and it was easy to do, when Bruce was right there.