Across the Multiverse

Right now, nothing sums up my life better than this throw-away line from a Bruce Hornsby song.

Maybe you'll get you wishes in dreams this night,
Because I can't seem to help you here in real life.

Title: JLAOL
Author: mirage_delgado.
Fandom: DC Universe.
Characters: Donna Troy, Eddie Bloomberg, Tim Drake, Virgil Hawkins, Cissie King-Jones, Kyle Rayner, Jamie Reyes and Cassie Sandsmark.
Word Count: 4,008
Prompt: 46, JLA Watchtower.
Rating: PG-13.
Disclaimer: Not mine. DC Comics owns all. (Except for Superboy. Maybe.)
Summary: I’m not even going to try. :)
Author’s Notes: 1) AU fic for a series of prompts that I have totally abandoned (officially.) Go figure. 2) Tim & Cissie’s net nicks are borrowed from part one of 12 Years of Christmas by lady_sarai and zoe_chan. 3) I apologize in advance for the cracktasticness.
 

( [Day 8,889.] )

More "Dear Mom/John/Penthouse" letters from the DCU, this time courtesy of GOTHAM CENTRAL 11, a perfect introductory issue if you’re unfamiliar with the series. The writer, Stacey, is the receptionist for Gotham City P.D.’s Major Crimes Unit. As such, her work is starting to interfere with her personal life in strange ways. Like romantic daydreams about a certain dark knight, f’rinstance...

Words by Ed Brubaker. Also (since this is practically the whole issue anyway), SPOILERS!

( So anyway, that's my job. I call Batman. )

Lil' Gotham? Why? Christ!

So, I begged Mithen to send a meme my way, because I’ve been terribly writer’s blocked and I need to try this "re-focusing" thing. And awaaaaaaay we go!

For no particular reason, a listing of the last words of a certain Dark Knight, as quoted from the Neil Gaiman scripted (and gloriously cracktastic) Whatever Happened to the Caped Crusader. (BATMAN 686 & DETECTIVE 853.)

1) "So much to do..."

2) "Put the gun down, Eddie..."

3) "There's always something you can do."

4) "I don't quit. It's not over. It's never over."

5) "Because it's not funny."

6) "Everyone's worth it."

7) "And while they're trying to kill me, they aren't killing innocents. Now take me home."

8) "Goodnight. Goodbye. Goodnight."

Causes of death, in order: surviving getting shot in an alleyway just long enough to bleed out on Selina Kyle's couch, shot in the face by the Riddler, riding the dynamite express into the East Gotham river, killed by the Mad Hatter (Now that's good hat!), overdosing on Joker venom ("Smile, damn you!"), turned into dinosaur chow, sacrificing his life for Clayface (Lame!), drowning in a flood, taken out by a scorpion sting after facing down the full might of the League of Assassins (More lame!), killed by everybody after spending the weekend's at Clark's, drowning (again), burned alive, crushed by steel girders, getting shot (again, this time four to the chest), pulped while spearing a Decepticon in the eye, killed by Gotham's Finest during 'Year One', turned into Man-Bat chow, sucking face with Talia (every fanboy's wet dream), visiting Grant Morrison's Arkham Asylum (or something...) and finally, Bane make snappy!

What? Stop looking at me like that.

Yeah, I've been gone awhile. Life, she has been a busy.

Still, it's amazing what one can miss in a month's time. Like, mithen's birthday, f'rinstance. (Um, Happy Belated, J!) Also, both the_ferret and cissie_king have deleted their journals. And my muse! I definitely miss that. (See also: free time.)

When I do have time to play, I'm spending it reading ecocomics. Where the real world and four-colors meet. Good stuff.

And now, I'm going back outside. In the rain. Whee. Arrrooooooooo!

Title: As It Once Was.
Author: mirage_delgado.
Fandom: DC Universe.
Characters: Donna Troy.
Word Count: 803.
Prompt: 86, the first of the "writer’s choice" prompts.
Rating: PG for existential angst!
Disclaimer: Not mine. DC Comics owns all. (Except for Superboy. Maybe.)
Summary: The introductory fic in a series of ninety (theoretically) connected fics.

( Day 9,168. )

A month ago, I felt like talking about Donna Troy. I still do. No, that's not right. I feel like writing some fic about her. And that brings me to dcu_free_for_all, which also brings me to this:

Title: Retry.
Author: mirage_delgado.
Fandom: DC Universe.
Characters: Inertia.
Word Count: 848.
Rating: PG.
Disclaimer: Not mine. DC Comics owns all. (Except for Superboy. Maybe.)
Summary: Revamp of a week-old fic originally written as an exercise from mithen at superhero_muses: write a fic in the second-person imperative voice. ("Do this. Turn left. Feel the quiet river rage." etc.)

( Correct error? Y/N? )

One last long-winded entry to wrap up Comic Book Philosophy "Month." (Oh, we all knew I would tire of this sooner rather than later.) From TEAM TITANS #14.

A writing exercise at superhero_muses was to write a 100-400 word fic in the second-person imperative and to post it anonymously before the 6^th. So of course I don’t even start writing the damn thing until today. :) Anyhow, here’s my fic, made public to the world.

(Also, this is the second time I’ve tried to post this today. The first time, I just could not get the formatting the way I wanted it. Damn your eyes, LJ cut!)

 

( Start Craydl subroutine... )

"To adapt an oft-repeated, fairly tiresome aphorism into a gen-active context: When you’re gone, will you wish you’d pummeled more posthuman sociopaths? Will you regret not foiling more fiendish master plans? Or, by contrast, will you regret not celebrating more good times with the friends you love, perhaps?" Caitlin Fairchild, GEN 13 #76.

It's bankruptcy times two!

( In bankruptcy, is it chapter eleven and chapter twelve or chapters twelve and thirteen? )

"Look, Ren, sometimes the right thing to do is the wrong thing to do. Know what I mean? Gives you an edge. Makes you unpredictable. An’ I’m better at doin’ the wrong thing than almost anybody!" Hank Hall, HAWK & DOVE #5.

"I’m not normally a philosophical person. My study of physics has shown me the futility of trying to understand in any mortal fashion the infinite powers of the universe, for the more I learn, the more I realize that more lies outside my human ability to perceive and comprehend. But I do believe in fate, and that, from time to time, in some manner unknown to us, we manage to touch that fate, to feel it as surely and precisely as a stone in our hands. Jean had touched it. And so had Laethwen in that moment before she stole a kiss in the midst of crisis. And when you think about it...is it any wonder that such flashes of perception occur during moments of parting, when the fabric of destiny is split and insight may penetrate the mortal plane, striking like a bolt from the blue? Well -it makes sense to me..." Ray Palmer, SWORD OF THE ATOM SPECIAL #1.

"In my duties as ruler of Latveria, I travel the Eastern nations with some regularity. I visit America only when I must and leave as quickly as I can. I prefer civilization." Doctor Doom, FANTASTIC FOUR #496.

"Nonetheless, when isolation from the mainstream and feeling of difference define your existence...it can be novel and startling to suddenly be around those of your kind, others who share your experiences and worldview. Novel and startling...and sweet..." Caitlin Fairchild, GEN 13 #75.

From TEAM TITANS #14.

Calender Man: "Time Commander, this is your moment! Use your magic! Seize the hour, the day and all of time!"
Time Commander: "I can’t do that."
Chronos: "WHAT!?!"
Time Commander: "My friends, the hourglass is an instrument of good, not evil. It is not meant for selfish gain but to benefit all mankind. Besides, it’s broken."

From MARTIAN MANHUNTER #24:

Wonder Woman: "J’onn, I was a member of the Justice League back then and I don’t remember anything like that story happening!"

J’onn J’onzz: "It does not matter. It was an amusing story and it had a point to make. A good tale is its own justification -true or not."