Another Piece Of The DC Project I'm Working On. Onto The Headcanons!

Another piece of the DC project I'm working on. Onto the headcanons!

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Tim Drake - boy genius, arguably the most likely to inherit the mantle of the bat (but we'll talk about that later), and somehow always ready to throw hands with a child.

Tim may be the greatest detective in the world, possibly even better than Batman. Even Ra's al Ghul sees it, being the only person other than Batman himself that this man is willing to call 'detective'.

Tim is sort of a dysfunctional genius - smart as all hell and has extremely high potential (which certainly reaches in some fronts), but has issues in fully realizing exactly how far he can go for one reason or another. Sleep deprivation is definitely one of those reasons.

He has a strong moral backbone (I figure he's closer to Dick than Jason on the scale of 'morality), though it could be reasonably difficult when you could have the entire world in the palm of your hand which, considering he runs Wayne Enterprises now, isn't too far off.

I did it. I made the thing.

I made yet another thing. And it's on Youtube! That's pretty neat!

And then they laughed in the car for thirty minutes before finally going on whatever mission they had. I like to think that Bruce was originally going to say they had a family emergency or something but Jason was like, "Nah, I got this."

Anyway, headcanon time:

After raising Dick, whose humor consists mainly of puns, dad jokes, and bits of sarcasm, Bruce got whiplash when along came the hundred pounds of sarcasm and dark humor that was Jason Todd. And who tf hits Batman with a crowbar after stealing his tires?

Jason Todd was a menace and will continue to be a menace, and Bruce thinks it's hilarious.

I have fallen ill, so I made this.

"The fourth and final horse is pale, upon it rides Death, accompanied by Hades. "They were given authority over a quarter of the Earth, to kill with sword, famine and plague, and by means of the beasts of the Earth."

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Anyway, here's the Pillsbury Doughboy of the Apocalypse. This idea stemmed from a very strange conversation I was having with my dad in a Cracker Barrel.

I have made yet another OC. I guess eventually all of them will end up being posted on here, but here's my Hazbin Hotel one for now.

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This is Bella. She's a chain-smoking private investigator that died sometime in the 1940's. She's not terribly pleased with her demon form, since it's basically a callback to how many times she turned a blind eye to some seriously screwed up crap in favor of being paid ("blind as a bat" and all that).

Anyway, please enjoy the comparison between this shorty and the 7" tall radio demon. I had no idea he was that freaking tall until I did this.