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tbh this is all I have ever wanted in a movie.
Females supporting females!
Jurnee Smollet-Bell as Dinah Lance, Black Canary Birds of Prey and the Fantabulous Emancipation of One Harley
Jurnee Smollett-Bell as Dinah Lance in Birds of Prey (and the Fantabulous Emancipation of One Harley Quinn)
Jurnee Smollett-Bell as Dinah Lance in Birds of Prey (2020)
Spoiler Warning: Although the blonde adult woman might look like Dinah Drake (Black Canary's mother) in the thumbnail, she's actually Antiope (Wonder Woman's aunt). I find it hella confusing because she wears biker clothes (also coming in on a motorcycle) that are more associated with the Black Canaries than anything Amazonian. It's also a missed opportunity, as Dinah Drake being the woman instead of Antiope would've paved way to introduce Dinah Lance into the DC Superhero Girl mix.
You know, it makes me really sad every time people have hurt E1 Laurel and when they hurt E2 Laurel for not being the Laurel they knew.
They are so t4t to me
Good god.
Better view:
Source: Black Canary (1993) #5 by Sarah Byam with art by Trevor Von Eden.
Black Canary: Kids, I hate to break it to you, but that’s called a traumatic event.
Black Canary, to Kid Flash: Not a ‘bruh moment’
Black Canary, to Artemis: Not a ‘major L’
Black Canary, to Miss Martian: Not a ‘spicy slay’
Black Canary, to Super Boy: Not an ‘oof lmao’
Black Canary, to Aqualad: Not a ‘yikes situation’
Black Canary, to Robin: And definitely not an ‘average tuesday’
"hey you're that singer no one listens to..."
"hey you're that asshole no one likes..."
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"shut the fuck up..."
"*s(creaming) inside* oh my god..."
idk y'all they're kinda tethered
(aka me gushing over peanutbub/dinahharls)
ladies of Gotham by Jen Bartel
Onion/Reductress headlines and the Hard Travelling Heroes
Thinking about the YJ cartoon: Clark “accepts” Conner as his son making everyone happy, takes him to the fortress, leads Conner on basically playing him telling him he’s a clone and an abomination. Traps and sends him to the phantom zone. Then tells the team that something happened and there was nothing he could do to save Conner.
"I'm glad you're finally opening up to him, Clark, he's so excited to finally be YOUR son and not Luthor's." Dinah said, placing a gentle hand on the aliens shoulder. He nodded, shooting her a soft smile. She didn't need to know. No, really, he was actually making them all safer by doing this.
The blonde left the room, headed to the common area where the other kids were just as Conner bound down the stairs, overstuffed backpack on his shoulder and bright crooked smile on his face.
"Ready to go?" Clark asked.
The clone nodded and walked outside with the Superman, letting him pick him up to fly them both. They land outside the fortress and Clark takes a deep breath, it's now or never, Kal.
"You can set your bag down over there, we need to.....discuss a few things before you settle in."
"Okay!" the younger placed the bag down and grinned up at the full blooded Kryptonian, "thanks for agreeing to do thus, dad." Clark had to physically restrain himself from knocking the clone across the room. Instead, he nodded. He went on to tell Conner that in order to start their first session if training the boy had to stand in one specific spot, and when he did, four glass walls sprung up, the box filled with red light.
"D-dad?!"
"Don't call me that."
"W-what are you doing?! Why-"
"The lamp is producing red sun rays, so if you try to escape, you won't be able to. Conner," no response, Kal-El sighed, "Kon, im sorry. This is just how it has to be."
"Why." The teen sounded choked up. Oh great, an emotional kid.
"Because you're an abomination Kon. You're a freak of nature. You're too dangerous to be here." In his subconscious, Clark knew how villainous this sounded, and deep in his heart he knew it was wrong. But sometimes people make hard choices to protect those they love.
"But hey, look on the bright side, you can take your backpack into the Phantom Zone with you!"
Any colour left in the boys already pale face drained. His own biological father, who he thought had finally come around to being his father, was sending him to the fucking Phantom Zone.
Kal pushed the box until it was close enough yo the portal. He opened the side and grabbed Kon by the shirt and threw him in, along with his backpack.
"I'm sorry, Conner, but it's for the best."
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"-i tried. But I was too late, and now he's gone." Superman put his head in his hands. Every sympathetic/empathetic pat on the back felt like confirmation and congratulations on his acting skills. After he closed the portal, he had thrown himself around a bit, to make sure his suit was convincingly torn up enough.
He wiped a forced tear off his cheek and noticed Batman still staring at him from the other side of the table.
"What did you do, Clark?" The billionaire whispered.
"What I had too, Bruce."
Angsty prompt: Clark “accepts” Conner into his family only to blame him for every little problem that happens. So Conner goes on in life thinking he’s useless and everything is all his fault till Lois accidentally meets him, tells Ma and Pa and it’s Conner rescue time till...idk?
Y'all are really jumping on the villain Clark au aren't ya lol
Tw: child abuse, mentions of depression and anxiety, degrading language
"Go to your room."
"B-but it was an accident!" Clark sighed and started picking up the shattered plate.
"Don't argue with me, Conner. Just go. Now." Conner's lip trembled a bit but ran up the stairs without another word. Clark had been doing this lately, where any little thing that wasn't to his liking was Conner's fault. It confused Conner to a point, but he told himself he understood. Clark had to be tired, working two full time jobs, yeah. That was it. Clark was tired.
Conner was tired.
He asked Dinah, who was the supervisor of Young Justice, about it. She's always been nice to him, and she told him maybe going on a mission could help them bond some, like it did with Clark and Bruce when the Justice League originally started. Conner nodded along and asked for Clark's permission.
"Let me think about it." He nodded enthusiastically. It wasn't a no.
The clone thought the mission went well. No one died, they got the destruction picked up, the villains were rounded up and locked away, and they made it home in time for dinner!
However, before the boy could make it to the kitchen, Clark pulled him into the living room.
"What's up?" Conner asked nervously, trying to keep a smile on his face. It falls as Clark's hand comes down on it. Conner blinked in shocked and stumbled back a bit.
"What's up? What's up?! What's up is that you were reckless and stupid enough to fall for a trap on the battle field! "What's up" is that YOU were knocked out, destroyed part of an important building, and then was USELESS for 10 whole minutes!"
"I'm sor-"
"Go to your room."
"Wha-"
"You can come down for Breakfast tomorrow. Until then, stay up there."
This went on for a couple years, sometimes getting better, sometimes worse. Conner's feelings of inadequacy, terror, and depression increased throughout the years. He didn't really know why, it's not like he didn't have it good. Good meals, sturdy father figure, friends, a best-best-best friend, and a good enough education. He didn't the right to complain. Sometimes Clark would apologize for slapping or yelling at him, and buy him something cool. Sometimes things were peaceful.
Most of the time they weren't, though.
One day, when Conner was home alone, preparing dinner exactly how Clark showed him, there was a knock at the front door. Conner turned off the stove and wiped his hands off before opening the door. Outside was a pretty woman with dark, shiny black hair and warm Hazel eyes. She looked surprised when she saw him, probably expecting the Kryptonian.
"Hello there, my name is Lois, do you know where Clark is?" He looked inside for a minute, trying to decide what to tell her.
"He's....out. I can give him a message for you though."
She thought for a moment before she said,
"You're Conner, aren't you? I'm friends with your dad. I know who he is, it's okay." He opened the door a little more and let her in. She walked around a little, surveilling the room. Conner's hearing picked up her saying "I thought there'd be more pictures, huh." under her breath. The living room was filled with pictures from Clark's youth, but none of Conner.
The boy shrugged it off and didn't noticed Lois coming towards him. He flinched back hard and covered his face with his arms before he realized it was just the gentle woman's hand patting his shoulder. He shakily looked up, trying not to burst into tears on the spot, as Lois looked back in shocked and sadness.
She knew what abuse looked like. She had to cover a case involving it every now and then. She was confused, why would Clark, SUPERMAN, do this? To a child?
"Conner.....can I ask you some questions? I need you to answer them truthfully for me, and I promise I will not get mad at any of your answers. Okay?"
They left before Clark got back.
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Six months later Superman was taken into custody of the police, being charged with several counts of child abuse, neglect, and domestic violence. Conner moved in with Bruce and his best-best-best friend Tim.
How my first interaction would go with meeting: The Justice League (in my opinion)
Clark: he'd be overly polite and cautious around me bc I am a literal short king with no superpowers or training and tbh I think he'd just find me weird (my heart rate is usually really fast bc of anxiety, do you think he'd comment on that????)
Diana: she'd greet me normally and I'd get all starry eyed bc holy shit badass woman being friendly to me, and she'd try to teach me different fighting/warrior techniques that I'd ultimately fuck up
Bruce: he'd either get super annoyed at how many questions I ask about what he's doing, or he'd be super into explaining everything. We'd probably bond over a small non-chalant crime/mystery, and hopefully he'd adopt me and take me home to Gotham (let's be real I would NOT survive in Gotham)
Barry: we'd have so much fun talking about forensic work and stuffing our faces. He'd tell me his funniest story of bruce while I show him that one funny norwegian commercial about cod and it'd be great
Hal: id talk to him about planes but I'd probably talk to much and give him a headache, he wouldn't dislike me but he'd think I was "a bit much to handle"
J'onn: I don't know what we'd talk about??? He'd probably just say hello and keep working or whatever
Victor: id just stare at the metal and wires and get lost in my head and he'd think my staring is weird so he'd slowly back away and avoid me
Ollie: I love archery but he'd probably take it to his ego too much and I'd get bored and steal his bow
Dinah: we both like singing but there's no way I'd sing in front of her, she's very cool tho and she'd probably be very polite
Arthur: he's like a very cool kinda egotistical uncle and I think I would get along with him but we'd have clashing moments. He'd probably get offended when I say I don't like swimming
they really do