‘Justice League: Warworld’ Cast Unveiled (Exclusive)
The Justice League is going to war. The upcoming summer animated home entertainment release Justice League: Warworld has unveiled its cast, which is toplined by Jensen Ackles as Batman/Officer Wayne, Stana Katic as Wonder Woman/Diana Prince and Darren Criss as Superman/Agent Kent.
Warner Bros. Animation, DC and Warner Bros. Discovery Home Entertainment are behind the project.
The official synopsis reads: “Until now, the Justice League has been a loose association of superpowered individuals. But when they are swept away to Warworld, a place of unending brutal gladiatorial combat, Batman, Superman, Wonder Woman and the others must somehow unite to form an unbeatable resistance able to lead an entire planet to freedom.”
The cast also includes Ike Amadi as Martian Manhunter/J’onn J’onzz, Troy Baker as Jonah Hex, Matt Bomer as Old Man, Roger C. Cross as Machiste, Brett Dalton as Bat Lash, Trevor Duvall as Drifter, John DiMaggio as Lobo, Robin Atkin Downes as Mongul, Frank Grillo as Agent Faraday, Rachel Kimsey as Mariah Romanova, David Lodge as Sheriff, and Damian O’Hare as Deimos and Teddy Sears as Warlord.
Executive producers include Butch Lukic (Batman: The Long Halloween) and Sam Register, along with longtime Batman franchise executive producer Michael Uslan.
Jeff Wamester (Legion of Super-Heroes) directs from a script by Jeremy Adams (Supernatural), Ernie Altbacker (Justice League Dark: Apocalypse War) and Josie Campbell (She-Ra and the Princesses of Power). The producers are Jim Krieg (The Death and Return of Superman) and Kimberly S. Moreau (Batman: The Doom That Came to Gotham).
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Damage Control: 1x01 Pilot
Jessica is dead, and although Sam acts tough, Dean knows that his little brother is still in shock when they roll up to a motel for the night. He books them a room, dumps the take-out food and sixpack he’s bought on the table and sits Sam down on one of the two beds.
“Alright,” he announces. “Let me have a look at you.”
Sam, who’s been stiff-jawed and quietly on edge during the ride, immediately looks angry.
“What, why? I’m fine, Dean!” He moves to get back up, but Dean holds him down by his shoulders.
“You’ve almost had your heart ripped out of your chest by a friggin’ ghost today, and you’ve crashed a car - my car - into a house. And your girlfriend died. I just want to make sure you’re okay - at least physically.”
“I am okay,” Sam protests, slapping Dean’s hands away. His eyes gleam.
“Yeah, right,” Dean says cynically. “‘Course you are. But you might be walking around with broken ribs and not even notice, wired-up as you are. Just lemme have a look! You’ve also had a drawer slam into you, if I recall correctly.”
Sam glowers. “That wasn’t just me. Thing pinned you as well.”
“Yeah, and I’m feeling bruised as shit, so stop being stubborn and let me check you out!”
What Dean says is true. He feels sore from his hips down, and during a pit stop he’d checked himself out in the gas station’s bathroom. His legs are mottled with bruises, and his right knee has stiffened up a bit, but nothing’s torn or broken.
“Come on, Sammy,” he complains, annoyed and worried. “Don’t make this difficult! You know how it goes. Hunter’s rule: Take care of your injuries, or you can’t hunt. And you want to hunt this thing, right?”
Sam huffs and rolls his eyes. But, after a last irritated look at Dean, he peels out of his jacket and lifts his shirt.
“See? It’s nothing.”
“You let me be the judge of that.”
Frowning, Dean inspects the five small puncture wounds on Sam’s chest where the Woman in White dug in her nails. Sam’s right: they’re harmless, superficial and already scabbing over, with minor bruising around them. Sam doesn’t even flinch when Dean palpates the wounds and runs his fingertips along Sam’s ribs. No indentations, nothing out of place.
“You got lucky.”
“Told you so.”
Nevertheless, Dean fetches a washcloth from the bathroom, douses it with whiskey from the bottle in his duffel bag and insists on disinfecting the wounds. He knows he’s motherhenning. And that he’s compensating. He couldn’t save Jessica, couldn’t protect his little brother from that devastating loss. He couldn’t shield Sam from harm. But this, he can do.
“Your legs?” he asks when finished.
Another eye roll. “Bruised but fine.”
“You sure?”
Sam grabs his tattered shirt and gets up.
“Yes, I’m sure! Same as yours, I guess. Come on, what do you want me to do? Take off my pants and turn this into a strip show?”
Dean wants to bristle, but he holds himself in check. He knows that underneath all of Sam’s defensiveness grief is waiting to push to the surface, and that his little brother is keeping a lid on it as best as he can. That he’ll break at some point, without Dean provoking it.
“God, no,” he chooses to say. “‘S far as I know, you haven’t changed your underwear in days. I don’t have a death wish.”
Sam flings his shirt at Dean. “Jerk.”
“Bitch.”
Somehow, that familiar exchange erases the tension between them. Sam huffs, but Dean sees the hint of a smile accompany his exasperation.
“Seriously, I’m alright,” Sam adds while he walks to the bathroom. “Couple bruises, nothing dramatic. Promise.”
“Alright, champ.” Dean concedes. “Your call. But don’t come complaining to me tomorrow morning when I’ve got to haul your sorry ass out of bed because you can’t move!”
Sam points a finger at him. “Speak for yourself, old man.”
“Hey!” Dean slaps at Sam’s hand, acting more appalled than he is. They will both feel sore and older than their twenty-something years in the morning.
“Ow!” Sam shakes out his hand.
It’s all mock fighting now, and they both fall into it with a sense of comfort. Dean is content. Sam will yet have to face the aftermath of his loss and Dean will have to watch him suffer through it, but he will be there for Sammy, every step of the way. And tonight, he’s done what little he could do to make it a little easier.
A/N: I'm attempting a missing scene/coda ficlets series of all the times Sam or Dean (and, later, Castiel) got hurt on the show and we never saw them dealing with the aftermath. I think it might be a good opportunity to follow our boys' character development throughout the show. And, of course, there's a lot of h/c involved, sprinkled with a variety of other tags. This is part one.
If there's any particular scene you want me to cover/add to, send me an ask!
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Chapters: 7/7
Fandom: Deus Ex (Video Games), Deus Ex: Human Revolution, Deus Ex: Mankind Divided, Deus Ex: Black Light - James Swallow
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Adam Jensen/Francis Pritchard
Characters: Frank Pritchard, Francis Pritchard, Adam Jensen, like one OC
Additional Tags: uhhhhmmmm slightly gratuitous hurt/comfort, inspired/prompted by a tumblr post about grizzled depressed assassins and nerds, you know, I continue to be unable to write normal length fics, Whaddup fellow neurotypicals haha grimaces, who am i kidding nobody in this fandom is neurotypical, Drug Use, Pining, Reunions, No Smut, sorry ig, rated M for substance use/themes
Summary:
Set during the dark years between whatever happened after MD and before DX1. Adam Jensen essentially no longer exists: instead he is a shambling, decommissioned husk, surviving in a post-mechanical-augmentations world by carrying out hits for crime lords. Until he runs into an old friend.
Frank works a remote IT job, doesn't leave the house except for groceries, and had thought his ex-coworker was dead... Now that he knows otherwise, he's not sure he wants to let go.
Happy ending, cw's by chapter. Rating will not change.
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