superman corner

me: you know, I think BvS is my favourite movie. I can get why people don’t like it, and that’s fine, but I really love it

someone: BATMAN V SUPERMAN IS THE WORST MOVIE TO EVER EXIST IT’S TRASH AND ZACK SNYDER KILLED MY PARENTS AND DESTROYED MY LIVELIHOOD AND THE CAST ARE THE WORST CAST OF ALL TIME

me, now banging pots and pans together: BATMAN V SUPERMAN: DAWN OF JUSTICE (2016) DIR. ZACK SNYDER IS MY FAVOURITE MOVIE IT’S INCREDIBLE

anonymous asked:

I have this really weird concept where Damian just drag Billy along on one of the Super sons(Jon and Damian) adventure, just because they need a magic user and Suren is sick

“I-I’m not a superhero I don’t know what you’re talking about” Billy Batson gulped loudly and shifted uncomfortably on the couch. The dark haired boy in his living room glared at him “William. Joseph. Batson.” with each word the boy moved closer till his face was an inch from Billy’s. “The Wizard Shazam’s representative on Earth, Champaign of the Rock of Eternity, The World’s Mightiest Mortal, Captain Marvel” 

“The Big Red CHEESE!” shouted the other boy, the one in the Superman hoodie, from the corner of the room. The boy in the mask in front of Billy turned his head to shoot a poisoned look at him “sorry” said the boy in the Superman hoodie. “As I was saying before Superboy butted in, I know who you are Billy, I’m Robin! Son of Batman!” 

Billy deflated into the couch, he hated when people knew Captain Marvel was really just a 12 year old kid. “He promised he wouldn’t tell” he mumbled hating how that made him sound like a kid. “He didn’t, I hacked the Batcomputer, his password is my birthday. Now come on the human puppy and I need some magic help”

“hey! Shut up!”

“you shut up!”

Billy sighed it was gonna be a long night. 

anonymous asked:

YOUR ELLIE AU FUCKED ME UP SO HARD

GOOD.


Nurse Jenna Walsh was used to bizarre stuff. Metropolis, while not as bad as Gotham, still had its share of weirdos and costumed serial killers. She had not expected Superman to wind up in her hospital one day (and then break out shortly thereafter) or for his daughter to be in the very same operating room two years later.

They were trying to keep things as quiet as possible; only a dozen people knew the girl had been moved to the pediatric ICU. That’s why Nurse Walsh, usually an operating room nurse, was in the room, checking on vital signs.

“So does she have a name?” she asked, glancing at Superman out of the corner of her eye. “Or would you rather we continue calling her Terra Dactyl?”

Superman winced. “I panicked,” he confessed. “But I still can’t tell you her name.” He let out a sigh and looked at the heart monitor. “How is she?”

Nurse Walsh winced but tried to hide it- which was basically impossible to do in front of the man of steel. She pointed to one of the many lines on the screen. “This is her blood oxygen level, and it’s at 88%. That’s low, but survivable. Her intracranial pressure is only at 10 mm Hg, so we’ll probably be able to remove that sensor soon.

“The problem is when we get to her heart rate, blood pressure, and body temperature. Her heart rate’s at 55 beats per minute, her bp is 80 over 40, and her temperature is only 90 degrees. Normally, this would be cause for emergency treatment, but she isn’t exhibiting any other problems.”

Superman took in a deep breath, but it came out shaky. Then, a sob escaped him, and he clutched his daughter’s hand. No one had ever seen Superman cry before. “I should’ve protected her,” he whispered.

Jenna sighed and looked at the girl’s chart. “Has she ever been to a doctor before?” When Superman shook his head, she continued, “Is it possible she runs low because of her biology?”

“I didn’t know she wasn’t human until she got shot,” he confessed. “She’s adopted. And I have no idea how to help her.”

“Well for starters, you can tell us everything you do know about her,” Jenna said. “The more we know, the more we can do.”

And I could rattle of reason after reason
why media representation is vital,
how this is a huge step for diversity,
what it means for comics in the future,
but instead,

imagine my baby nephew.

His sunflower face,
delicate hands ready to lift a world,
tying a tattered red blanket
across his invincible small shoulders,
setting his glasses in the grass,
and he slicks back his jet black heritage,
swirls one piece of hair,
the lone curl centered
on his tan forehead
and he says,

This looks like a job for…
—  On The Existence Of Chinese Superman by Alex Dang!

connectere-deactivated20161026  asked:

Flash & Jon once suggested doing a teamwork building activity despite still not learning everyone's secret identity: summarize your true self as little as possible and everyone will reply back with positive comebacks. Batman's was "A rich boy with a shit ton of issues." The JL were honestly surprised Bats could admit something so bluntly without giving a damn. Like, Bats, do you want some help? No, I'm just doing the activity like Martin & Flash said.

OH MY GOD

BATMAN IS THE LAST TO GO AND EVERYONES SO FUCKING WORRIED LIKE “wAIT, IF WE FIX THESE ISSUES, CAN WE MAKE YOU STOP BEING SUCH A GRUMPY ASSS?”

and superman is in the corner like. “It’s my time to shine.” BECAUSE THIS IS THE OPPORTUNITY TO HELP AND GAIN BATMAN’S TRUST