running in the dark knight

Step by Step - Made by Keru-the-green and Deusn

So since we have officially our first fifteen pages i think its good to make a official (small) presentation out of this.

Me @deusn and @keru-the-green have thought about creating some kind of comic for a while and we got kinda inspired and hyped by the collab comic @overloadau 

And since we wanted to create a comic in which we could go fully crazy and also bear some kind of inner message for us both as artists, we decided to make this comic.

So please ! Enjoy yourselves !

Title cover made (blessfully created) by @keru-the-green

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“I’m sleepy but I don’t want to sleep so I’ll draw Kirby characters sleeping instead” the series

Taranza must be Extra Comfy having a personal heater to keep his cold-blooded body Warm

Superhero movies function more rigidly and narrowly than real life when it comes to showing platonic and romantic relationships. If we go by the traditional superhero movie rubric, Steve Trevor is the Jane Foster to Diana’s Thor, the Pepper Potts to her Iron Man, the Lois Lane to her Superman.

But he’s more fully realized than any of those superhero girlfriends get to be.

…when superhero girlfriends do die, as Rachel Dawes does in The Dark Knight, it often runs dangerously close to fridging, a device where a character is killed off solely to inflict pain and inspire action from the hero.

But Steve’s death isn’t a fridging; his death is noble, allows him his own agency, and completes his character arc. It hurts Diana, sure, but it doesn’t function solely to show her vulnerability or provoke her to action. Steve shows Diana mankind’s ability to be good and to believe in good, which allows her to recognize and appreciate her own humanity. And because Steve is a fully realized character — blessed with desires, faults, and merits of his own — it never feels manipulative.

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I found some old Tomb Raider pack designs for Eidos back in 2002. I didn’t kno wI still had them. I found them in a Mortal Kombat art folder. I must have filed them in their by mistake. 

These rough layouts show the kind of thing that gets bashed out during the early design stage The apck design that has Lara Croft  holding guns cross armed was  rejected. However, Hitman:Contracts comes out a year later (another Eidos game) ,…hmmmm?

Clearly I had Frank Miller’s Dark Knight Returns running around my head when I drew the bottom two roughs

Armie Hammer on romance Call Me By Your Name: ‘There were fetishes I didn’t understand’

In Luca Guadagnino’s acclaimed coming-of-age story, Hammer plays the older lover of a 17-year-old boy. He talks about the challenges of the role – including conveying the erotic allure of a peach.

Playing Oliver, he tells me, didn’t come entirely naturally. “I’m not sure I could have done it unless I’d reached a certain level of understanding with Luca. It was really a matter of him beating it all into my thick skull. There were all these kinks and fetishes that I didn’t understand. Like, why does he want to eat the peach? Why does he say ‘Call me by your name and I’ll call you by mine’? If I didn’t understand those things, I wouldn’t have the character.”

When explanations didn’t do the trick, Guadagnino resorted to film clips. For one scene, he showed Hammer a few minutes of Debra Winger in Bertolucci’s The Sheltering Sky: there is a lost look she gives that he felt was well-suited to the scene after Oliver and Elio have had sex for the first time. “I didn’t take it as ‘I want you to do it like this,’” Hammer explains. “It was more: ‘Do you see what’s going on in her head? Do you see her loss and confusion? That’s what I want you to feel. That’s what I think Oliver would be going through. Do you agree?’ I was, like: ‘I really do. Let me see how I can interpret that.’”

Oliver is Hammer’s third gay role, following Clyde Tolson in Clint Eastwood’s J Edgar and the writer James Lord in Final Portrait, but if that represents a risk, no one seems to have told him. “None of my team has ever said: ‘I don’t know if it’s gonna be good for you to play a gay character.’ So I can only assume we are working our way through that stigma,” he says. Then again, he has a history of following his instincts. Though he hails from “old money” (his Russian grandfather, Armand Hammer, was an art collector, philanthropist, Republican party donor and head of Occidental Petroleum), he defied his parents’ wishes by pursuing an acting career. Were they angry? “Yeah.” How did that feel? “I was committed and I was prepared to deal with whatever the consequences of that might be. I mean, they weren’t ever not taking my phone calls or anything. I just had to prove to them that my reason for becoming an actor wasn’t so that I didn’t have to carry on going to school.” Did they want him to go into the family business? “Or college, at least, you know?” he laughs.

Ryan Gilbey

Armie Hammer strides in to the press room a few minutes early, catching the eight or nine assembled journalists mid-conversation. There can be no ignoring him. Cartoonishly handsome, with a big square slab of jaw and a grin that arrives a couple of seconds before he does, he is also 6ft 5in tall. “What did I miss, what’s happening, something funny?” asks the 31-year-old actor. Gesturing at a colleague’s bulbous yellow microphone, I explain that I was remarking on its resemblance to a lemon and pointing out that it would have been more fitting if it were a peach. “Ah,” smiles Hammer. “Why do I have the feeling I’m going to be getting this a lot?”

His suspicion is correct. A peach figures only briefly in the rhapsodic gay coming-of-age story Call Me by Your Name, but that hasn’t stopped the scene in question defining the picture in the minds of those who see it. It is Elio (Timothée Chalamet), the precocious 17-year-old son of an American professor, who uses the fruit as a masturbatory aid; his older lover, Oliver (Hammer), who is staying with the family in northern Italy as the professor’s research assistant, merely raises it to his lips afterwards, perhaps contemplating TS Eliot’s question from The Love Song of J Alfred Prufrock (“Do I dare to eat a peach?”) or wondering whether it’s going to count as one of his five-a-day.

Though Call Me by Your Name is deliciously sunny and sensuous, it has a proper sensitivity toward the pain, as well as the pleasure, of first love, as might be expected from Luca Guadagnino, the director of I Am Love and A Bigger Splash. Hammer seems dazed by the uniformly ecstatic notices the film has received. “I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop,” he says, pulling up a chair. Practically the only criticism so far, however, came last month from the actor James Woods, who expressed his disapproval by tweeting: “As they quietly chip away the last barriers of decency. #NAMBLA.” (The hashtag referred to North American Man/Boy Love Association, a paedophile advocacy group.) The next morning, Hammer replied: “Didn’t you date a 19-year-old when you were 60 …?” Miaow.

Hammer is joined by Chalamet, who is 10 years his junior. After all they’ve done on screen, it’s no surprise to see them goofing around and exchanging big, unembarrassed smackers. When asked if he has ever experienced the sort of love chronicled in the movie, Chalamet assumes a wistful tone: “I have, actually. It was the summer I was working with this actor named Armie Hammer …”

Several hours later, I get Hammer to myself. He shakes my hand hesitantly; he is recovering from having recently torn off his pectoral muscle while working out. Indeed, his Instagram feed is a catalogue of injuries and hospital visits, among the snaps of how much legroom he has in first class and assorted portraits of “the Hammily” (as he refers to his wife, the TV host Elizabeth Chambers, with whom he runs a chain of Texan bakeries called Bird, and their two children).

Playing Oliver, he tells me, didn’t come entirely naturally. “I’m not sure I could have done it unless I’d reached a certain level of understanding with Luca. It was really a matter of him beating it all into my thick skull. There were all these kinks and fetishes that I didn’t understand. Like, why does he want to eat the peach? Why does he say ‘Call me by your name and I’ll call you by mine’? If I didn’t understand those things, I wouldn’t have the character.”

When explanations didn’t do the trick, Guadagnino resorted to film clips. For one scene, he showed Hammer a few minutes of Debra Winger in Bertolucci’s The Sheltering Sky: there is a lost look she gives that he felt was well-suited to the scene after Oliver and Elio have had sex for the first time. “I didn’t take it as ‘I want you to do it like this,’” Hammer explains. “It was more: ‘Do you see what’s going on in her head? Do you see her loss and confusion? That’s what I want you to feel. That’s what I think Oliver would be going through. Do you agree?’ I was, like: ‘I really do. Let me see how I can interpret that.’”

Oliver is Hammer’s third gay role, following Clyde Tolson in Clint Eastwood’s J Edgar and the writer James Lord in Final Portrait, but if that represents a risk, no one seems to have told him. “None of my team has ever said: ‘I don’t know if it’s gonna be good for you to play a gay character.’ So I can only assume we are working our way through that stigma,” he says. Then again, he has a history of following his instincts. Though he hails from “old money” (his Russian grandfather, Armand Hammer, was an art collector, philanthropist, Republican party donor and head of Occidental Petroleum), he defied his parents’ wishes by pursuing an acting career. Were they angry? “Yeah.” How did that feel? “I was committed and I was prepared to deal with whatever the consequences of that might be. I mean, they weren’t ever not taking my phone calls or anything. I just had to prove to them that my reason for becoming an actor wasn’t so that I didn’t have to carry on going to school.” Did they want him to go into the family business? “Or college, at least, you know?” he laughs.

There was disappointment early on when George Miller’s proposed 2007 Justice League movie, in which he had been cast as Batman, fell apart. Depending on who you listen to, you can blame the writers’ strike, or the fact that Christopher Nolan didn’t want a parallel Batman running around on screen while The Dark Knight was still a going concern. But Hammer’s break came eventually with his dual portrayal of the Winklevoss twins, squaring off against Mark Zuckerberg in The Social Network. Left unmonitored, Hammer’s preppy quality can shade into blandness, as it did in The Man from UNCLE and The Lone Ranger, but his choices are usually too offbeat to allow that to happen. He was part of the shoot-’em-up ensemble of Ben Wheatley’s Free Fire (and will shortly be seen fighting subterranean monsters in the same director’s Freakshift), while his bright, Tom Cruise-esque gnashers were hidden entirely as Amy Adams’s aloof husband in Tom Ford’s Nocturnal Animals.

His enthusiasm for discussing Call Me By Your Name is understandably boundless but I wonder how the experience of universal acclaim compares with those times when it was withheld. After all, Hammer has starred in two pictures that were, for very different reasons, among the most vilified of recent years. First, he played the title character in The Lone Ranger alongside Johnny Depp as Tonto. Disney shut down production when the budget ballooned; by the time it was back on track, the smell of blood, or rather turkey, was in the air. The idiosyncratic western was never really given a chance by most critics, though the late Philip French called it “handsome, exciting, affectionate” and compared it favourably to Buster Keaton’s The General.

Hammer sighs when I ask him to compare its reception to Call Me By Your Name’s. “It’s apples and oranges. Different kinds of movies, different kinds of monsters. That being said, this has been terrific, so to be part of a project like this, I’m happy for myself, for Timmy, for Luca…” He goes on to list several other people for whom he feels happy.

Does he have faith that The Lone Ranger will be rediscovered or reclaimed in years to come? “I don’t know, man.” Another sigh. “That’s really beyond my scope of consciousness. I got to make the movie, it was one of the best times of my life. It’s like someone says in Call Me By Your Name: ‘You got to have the experience. Whatever comes after …’” He trails off. Was The Lone Ranger simply too strange to ever enjoy the kind of success needed to justify a $215m budget? All he will say is: “It’s quirky, for sure.” Maybe he’s simply learned to live with the anger he felt when he accused critics in 2013 of deciding “to slit the jugular of our movie.”

The civil rights drama The Birth of a Nation, in which Hammer played a slave owner, died for entirely different reasons. Its reception at Sundance in 2016, where it was bought by Fox Searchlight for $17.5m, was every bit as positive as the one afforded there this year to Call Me By Your Name. Then details emerged of the 1999 rape accusation against its star and director, Nate Parker. Though Parker was exonerated, his accuser later took her life. What had been a surefire Oscar contender was hastily buried in the light of this revelation. Surely Hammer has some feelings or opinions about the film’s fate?

“I don’t really know because I haven’t followed everything that’s been going on. I haven’t really been reading anything. I’ve been busy. We’ve been kinda doing this thing. I know that we got to make a movie that at the time felt like it was something very important. I don’t even really know what happened. There are people over at Fox Searchlight who are paid to worry about that sort of thing.” He doesn’t exactly say “I only work here”, but the implication is clear. “Actors come in at the 11th hour and we just stand in front of the camera and do our job,” he says. Another big grin – or is it the same one he’s been wearing all along? – and he’s off.

Wally West/Kid Flash X Reader-Superheroes can never get hurt!

This was requested by @diana-swan.  Thank you for requesting!!


He didn’t know how he was alive.  He didn’t know how he survived, but the only thing on his mind was to have you in his arms.  He ran to his shared apartment and saw you.  Your hair had gotten longer than the last time he saw you.  You were carrying groceries and struggling to the door.  Just as he was going to help a man jumped out of your car and helped you with the bags.  His heart shattered.  He was gone three years and you had moved on.  He should have expected this, but never thought that you would replace him.

“Jay get out of the car and help your mom!!” the man called out.

A little boy that looked around 4 years old hopped out of the car and ran over to you.  He had bright red hair and your (E/C) eyes.  He had a big grin on his face and jumped up each of the stairs leading to the apartment.  You had gotten over him and had a kid.  Wally’s cheeks were now covered in tears as he ran to  the only person he could trust right now: Nightwing.
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You pulled out the groceries from the trunk of your car and walked over to the steps.  One of the bags was about to fall but Jason grabbed it and took a couple more bags from your arms.

“Thanks, Jason.”

“No problem, (Y/N).  Isn’t this what family is for?”

You smiled and continued up the stairs.  Once you reached the door you realized that both your and Jason’s arms were now full.

“Jay get out of the car and help your mom!!” Jason said.

After he said that, your little boy jumped out of the car and sped to your side.  You smiled and thought of Wally.  Jay had his hair and his happy personality, but he had inherited your eyes.  You heard a whoosh and looked up.  You saw blurred movement and froze.  Could it be him? No, it couldn’t.  You shook your head and returned your attention to your son.

“Can you open the door for mommy and uncle Jason please,” you asked Jay.

He smiled and nodded while he took the keys from your pocket.  He placed the key in the lock and turned.  He twisted the door handle and pushed the door open.

“Mommy, uncle Jason look!! I did it!!” Jay said with his father’s smile on his face.

“Good job, buddy,” Jason said while walking to the stairs that led to your apartment.  

“Come on, Jay.  Do you know what day it is??” you asked.

His eyes widened and he shouted, “Pizza and movie night!!!!”
You chuckled and ushered him upstairs while kicking the entrance door closed.  
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“What the heck, Wally?!?!” Dick shouted while slapping him on the back of his head.

“Ow!! What the heck was that for??” he grumbled and rubbed his head.

“That was Jason helping her out you idiot.  Ever since you were gone he has been helping her raise YOUR kid.  You better go and talk to my sister or else I will kick your ass.  She has been heart broken for three years and I don’t want to see her like that anymore.  She had quit the team and the hero business to become a single mother and now you want to leave her alone?”

“I thought she moved on okay?” Wally argued.

“I don’t care what you thought.  Jason is only there to look after his sister and you better see her soon.”
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The next day you took Jay to the park.  He insisted on wearing his favorite superhero shirt with some shorts that didn’t match, but you couldn’t argue with a four-year-old’s fashion sense.  You followed Jay throughout the park and played ‘Superhero’ with him.  As usual, he chooses to be Flash while you play as Batman.  

“Look out!! The Flash is speeding through!!!” Jay shouted while running around the park.

“No one messes with the Dark Knight!!!” you shouted in Bruce’s Batman voice and grabbed Jay.

He squealed as you lifted him up and attempted to get out of your grasp.  He kept squirming until he saw the swings.

He pointed to them and said, “Can I go on it please? Please mommy??”

“Of course, pumpkin.  I’m going to go get some snacks real quick.  Be careful, okay?” you said.

“Yes, mommy.  Superheroes can never get hurt!!” he shouted while running towards the swings.

A sad smile crawled onto your face as you jogged over to your bag.  You grabbed it and turned around to find your son on the ground with tears in his eyes.  You ran over, set the bag down, and picked up Jay.

“Jay Wallace West Don’t cry, you’re a strong boy just like daddy,” you whispered in his ear while rummaging through your bag for some Neosporin or any medicine.

“(Y/N)?” a familiar voice said.
You turned around, Jay still in your arms, and saw Wally standing right in front of you.

“Wally?” you asked with your eyes watering.

“It’s me.”

You ran over to him and hugged him.  Tears of joy escaped from your eyes as you held on to him.  He held on tight and knew he would never let go of you again.  There was a loud squeak as you were hugging Wally.

“Mommy stop squishing me!!”

You laughed and broke the hug.  Wally looked at you and you nodded.  

You pointed to Wally and said, “Do you know who this is, Jay?”

“Daddy!!” Jay yelled while putting his arms up.

Wally took Jay out of your arms and gave him a hug.  Now it was his turn to cry.  

“Daddy why are you crying?” Jay asked.

“I’m just glad to see you, that’s all,” Wally responded with a smile.

Wally lifted Jay up so he was resting on his shoulders, “I’m king of the world!!”

You chuckled and pulled the bag on your shoulder.  Jay was playing with Wally’s hair and trying to make it stick up.  Wally offered his hand and you took it.

“Let’s go get something to eat, I have a lot of catching up to do.”

“Yay!! Food!!!”