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While kicking back after final exams and virus mayhem, I realized I haven't crossposted this fic here yet. Have at!

ETA: Edited both sections together to take advantage of Dreamwidth's posting capacity.

Title: The Celebrated and the Rehabilitated
Section: Part I: How We Got Here
Fandom: DC Animated Universe
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Post-"A Better World." The Justice Lords have vanished, but the regime they've set in place hasn't. Lisa Snart, Axel Walker, Owen Mercer, Alvin Desmond and Evan McCulloch are part of a new generation of Rogues doing their best to save the world and save their loved ones. Wait, what?
Word Count: ~14800
Notes and Warnings: Beta read by [livejournal.com profile] xcoffeespoonx. Many thanks!

I'd say I've gone full circle on this one, but I'd like to think I've still got a lot more distance to cover. See, what first got me falling sideways into Flash fandom was browsing through the other work of an author who'd written a Batman fanfic I liked and finding another one about a hapless DCAU Trickster on the run from the Justice Lords. Don't blame them, please.

Contains canon cherrypicking and attempts to patchwork it together, Hollywood lobotomy, psychic infidelity, Superdickery, doucheBattery, F-bombs, unreliable narrators, crack pairings, undue optimism, pretentiousness.

Canon notes )

"If the only reason Flash has to not just jerk the hearts out of these bloodthirsty maniacs is to keep his karma pure, well, that's just not enough. People are reformable, but even more we are all part of the moral ecosystem and you never know from where the next good act may come. We shouldn't judge people with deadly force, because our judgement isn't perfect. We all may need to be saved one day by the Golden Glider." – William Messner-Loebs

Eight days after the last known sighting of the Justice Lords, the Pied Piper returned from Apokolips. )
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Title: Not the Fall that Kills You
Fandom: DC Comics (The Flash and Batman)
Rating: R
Summary: The continuing adventures of Batfamily!Trickster. The series of events our Earth knows as The Killing Joke goes off the rails, but the Joker doesn’t give up that easily.
Word Count: ~4500
Additional Notes and Warnings: Sexualized creepiness and violence. General creepiness and violence. Seriously awful jokes. Desecration of a comics classic. Flagrant abuse of allusion in general. Nobody is in a wheelchair at the end.

Okay, I admit it, there’s no actual continuity-based reason Dick Grayson and James Jesse trading places should make things as Lighter and Softer as they’re turning out the more I write in this ‘verse (I’m sure there are areas where the switch made things worse than in canon – I haven’t written them, though, aside from Golden Glider’s visit to the ER). The feeble handwave I’m using in this case is that apparently one of the pre-reboot in-verse explanations for why Barbara Gordon hasn’t been cured while multiple other characters have bounced back from even worse is because she refuses the magic and super-tech on offer, thinking it’s unfair to the general population that doesn’t have access. In this ‘verse, James lacks her rigorous moral principles.

Anyhow, here goes. Hope I didn’t fail too hard.


James strategically retreated to answer the door, buying himself a few seconds to spin an explanation that didn't involve any references to Lizzie Borden (hey, Borden rhymed with Gordon!) or hacking or parricide )
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Typing this before I take up my post at the door with a bag of candy and some reading.



The mask is a hassle and I'm ditching it for candy duty, but since I'm putting this picture online I figured I might as well show you privileged internet-people the complete set.
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Title: Where Does He Get All Those Wonderful Toys?
Fandom: DC Comics (The Flash and Batman)
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Haley’s Circus hires the Flying Jesses instead of the Flying Graysons, and Batman takes a different orphaned boy under his wing.
Word Count: ~3700
Author's Notes and Warnings: I guess when you get together as many characters are there are in the DCU, backstory overlap is inevitable. I took this particular similarity and ran. Contains child endangerment, sexual crudity, liberties with the timeline, use of “crazy” as a pejorative, and terrible jokes.

Everybody knows James Jesse is afraid of heights )
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In my free time I've been reading up on old comics. Hit up the two comic shops in busing distance, and am steadily adding to my Amazon wishlist. Probably bad financial practice to hope for birthday windfalls at my age, but carrying on. Am particularly in search of the late-eighties-early-nineties run on the Flash that included gems like Captain Cold's parole party and the title to this post.

Also, been Youtubing it up (and DVDing it up as my finances permit) and binging on the kind of cartoons I used to buy for my little sisters. Which has gotten me more gems like the episode of The Brave and the Bold where Captain Cold pronounces "Lame!" like a stereotypical Valley Girl and Weather Wizard has a blatant crush on Barry Allen. Also Batman somehow survives molten bronze being dumped on his head but insert Batman meme here.

ETALSO: Got my mitts on some DCAU spinoff comics in which Scarecrow epically trolls Gotham and the Riddler's minions surprise him with a birthday cake.
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It seems like no sooner did I post my previous complaints than Dad came over with a new battery for the camera. Terrible picture-taking to follow up on the terrible sewing ensued.

Reference picture:


My try so far )

One of the buckles keeps sticking up no matter what I do. I think I may resort to tape.

Also I found a hat on Amazon that looks about right. Hopefully there'll be no nasty surprises when it arrives.

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Saturday, 1 October 2011 03:14 pm
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So school's in. Again. Chugging away on my accounting certificate and looking into applying for grad school for an MLS. Going to keep adding lines to my resume until someone calls back. One of the instructors this semester has been condescending as hell so far, dragging over old ground at a snail's pace and regarding it as Unspeakable Sin to want to work faster than the lowest common denominator, not to mention she has some kind of fetish for the "buddy system." Another one seems okay personally, but he gives out the homework on a glitchy online program that not infrequently fucks up processing a perfectly correct answer. This worked in the last class that used this because it had infinite tries and I could Zerg Rush reentering the answer at no penalty until it came to its senses. On a three-strikes system that takes off points for each strike, not so much. GET ME OUT OF HERE.

I've managed to pretty much finish the jacket and cape for my Year One Scarecrow costume before the tidal wave of assignments really comes rushing in. I'd post pictures but my camera (or at least the battery) seems to have keeled over after months of neglect. Currently working (slowly) on the gloves, with the mask next on the list. No luck so far finding a hat of the right make and color. I'm consoling myself with the fact that he had the hat off most of the time anyway.

From Batman, I've fallen sideways into the Flash fandom, where my superego is less inclined to rap my mental knuckles with a ruler for fangirling over the rogues' gallery. I like what I've heard so far about their periods as a Supervillain Nakama with Standards. Also, my id likes the idea of Trickster/Nightwing circus-kid crack. I see a lot of trawling for old-school issues in my future.

Batman ate my brain

Thursday, 25 August 2011 01:49 pm
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And the Scarecrow ate my spine (toss-up between that and spleen, because spleen is just one of those words, you know?). I first read him in the Sandman, and Cillian Murphy is So Fine, and the Lock-Up episode in the animated series hit my villain-woobie kink So Hard, and the Year One version, besides hitting the villain-woobie kink with a 16-ton weight, looks to my untrained eye like Edgar Vargas and Johnny the Homicidal Maniac had an atheist mpreg baby. And also his attempted exploits with the ladies are creepily hilarious (First date, shoot her dog. Second date, vivisect her mind. Third date, break out the straw lingerie).

He's also given me this year's Halloween costume, even if my body type is pretty much the exact opposite of beanpole. Might as well give the sewing machine some use, and give the kiddies something interesting to look at while on candy-distribution duty. Going with the Year One version because I find it snazziest and it'd pose a challenge. Currently trying to decipher those shirt fasteners.
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