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saewokhrisz · 3 days
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final victor...?
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hood-ex · 2 days
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Dick beat Joker at a laughing contest when he was a kid, and he beat Joker to death when he was an adult. Don't you just love it when Dick wins 😌?
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definedvines · 2 days
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when me and bro are so in sync he jumps off my sentence in the calling card
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orajess · 2 days
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He's very proud and silly!
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rowanmeierotto · 2 days
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Sketched some of my favorite Harley designs because I just watched the Folie à Deux trailer
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luciferslilith7 · 3 days
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yourartur · 15 hours
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Joker Folie à Deux (2024) ♦️💖🃏✨ (the animated version, process breakdown and one extra sketch all available on Patreon!)
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snaileer · 16 hours
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The Smoke in my Lungs
Jason breathes in deeply as he leans against the railing of the fire escape, cigarette between his fingers. Thick Gotham air curls down his throat. He’s probably on one of the few fire escapes in Gotham that would hold his weight with risk or rust.
A necessity when you know vigilantes (and annoying acrobat almost brothers) who’d rather climb through a window than a flight of stairs.
He looks down at the cigarette in his hands, the tip dull in the darkness without a slow burning ember.
Of course it is. He didn’t light it. He never does.
Jason has smoked exactly one cigarette since his miraculous return. Some shitty hotel room in Turkey. Barely a month after the pit, and it had thrown him right back.
One inhale had left him shaking and sobbing in his closet for half a day, the taste of ash and smoke thick on his tongue.
The first thing he’d tasted when he’d woken. Ash, then darkness, then the pit, then… ash again.
Fire licked at his skin, wreckage a crushing weight on his chest, he couldn’t breathe, Bruce! Please! He can’t breathe, oh god he’s gonna-!
“Those’ll kill you y’know?”
Jason’s eyes snap up, spotting dark hair falling around the face dangling upside down in front of him.
“Dick.”
Nightwing smiles and flips down from fire escape above him to landing gently next to him, “No names in the masks,”
Jason smirks at him, “Who said I was using your name?”
Nightwing rolls his eyes, “Sure.”
“Whatdya want, dick?” Jason says, turning back out to the city, he doesn’t let his shoulders drop though, unwilling to hear it from Wing.
“Oh just stopping by, Red Robin’s gonna be rolling through soon, we’re working together tonight, figured he could just do a swing by. Thought I’d stop in while I waited.”
“Well, Nightwing,” Jason glared at him, “as a completely regular, normal, civilian, I appreciate the concern, but you can leave now.”
Nightwing opens his mouth to snark back, only to be cut off by a piercing siren going off a few blocks away. Both their heads snap to it.
“You better get that, Nightwing, civilian safety and all that,” Jason says with a small smirk.
Nightwing scowls at him, already backing up towards the railing, “I better see you at Sunday dinner,” he jumps to the railing, balancing for a second before tipping backwards.
“Farewell good citizen!” Nightwing shouts back as he swings across the next roof. Jason spots a second caped shadow join him in the distance. Tim finally caught up then. Good for him.
Jason crushed the tip of the unlit cigarette into his ashtray, turning to go inside.
He closed the window behind him, sighing into his empty apartment.
And smoke still filled his lungs.
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arm-next-case-door · 2 days
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battybrownboo · 3 days
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Enough of these batships, let's get wild
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tuckerwooley · 3 days
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today, @thepeoplesjoker finally sees a theatrical release, starting in NYC and spreading like wildfire to theaters across the country and almost certainly beyond. here are some non-spoilery screenshots of my scene!
i’m honored to have been asked to be a small part of this film; i animated a scene right in the middle of the movie in 2021 while i was finishing my senior year of college, as well as matte paintings used as backgrounds throughout - and recently i got to animate the logo, designed by @michaeldeforgecomics!
all movies take a herculean collaborative effort to get made, but the people’s joker has been supported by the good will of so many people just to get seen. @veradrew22 and @brilerose have made THE true trans comic book movie, equal parts funny, thrilling, emotional, and reflective of modernity. it’s been one of the most artistically rewarding experiences of my life, and i’m beyond excited for y’all to finally see it. i’m obviously biased, but this is my favorite movie, and it would be even if i didn’t work on it. she’s finally free and getting her due, and i couldn’t be happier!
if you somehow want more of me waxing poetic about TPJ, check out the review i did on my letterboxd. and to see other people do it instead, peruse one of the fuckmillion articles that have been out in major publications throughout the production; it’s been in indiewire, variety, the hollywood reporter, polygon, @brokenpencilmag, even the goddamn new york times! that’s wild. the whole thing is wild.
do yourself a favor and see this movie; it represents the possibilities of embracing outsider art, and of a world where IP law is less “for narcs, by narcs.”
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Dick: Alright, we're gonna be going in ten minutes. You almost ready?
He pokes his head into the bathroom where JJ is staring in the mirror.
Dick: You alright, baby J?
JJ (not looking away): Fine.
Dick turns and begins poking aroundin the drawers, finally pulling out a pale red lip gloss.
Dick: Maybe this will help?
JJ's eyes light up and he snatches the gloss.
Dick smiles and ruffles his hair.
Dick: Just keep it to your natural lip shape for today.
JJ: Thanks...
His lips twitch upwards at the corners.
JJ: ... dickwing.
Dick (sighing): You need to stop hanging out with Jason.
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beepost-generator · 22 hours
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finally
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the joker
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Batman: Death in the Family (2020)
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syresdcthings · 2 days
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OK yes I just posted but I have to put this here because when I saw these scenes I went fucking batshit crazy
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HELLO. NOT ONLY HAVE I BEEN THINKING ABOUT DRAWING DAMIAN DRESSED UP AS JOKER BUT THERES A WHOLE ASS UNIVERSE WERE JOKER AND LEX ARE SUPERSONS. JOKER AND LEX.
Also the GENDERBENDS???!?!? OHHH MY GODDD. THEY LOOK SO CUTE. JONS LITTLE SKIRT IS ... YRGHEBU8W8UBB8A8B.
Edit: also this isn't JUST Joker. This is 2019 Joker. SPECIFICALLY 2019 JOKER.
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finniestoncrane · 3 days
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A Classic Bit
Batjokes, word count: 900 hi i went feral over this idea please be gentle with me it's my first ever batjokes lmao 💜 request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi • masterlist minors DNI!! 🔞 cw: no sex, but plenty of suggestive stuff, restraints (also tiny cw for dubcon)
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Heavy breaths echoed in the vast, empty warehouse. Each exhale steaming, droplets of condensation forming and falling to the floor in the almost freezing air, joining the pools of rusted water that lay there, otherwise completely still.
How many times can this happen? How prepared can you be? Everyone has their flaws, and often they go hand in hand with the flaws of others, a soul mate on some level, the balance and imbalance providing one of you with the upper hand in any given situation. And in this case, Bruce had lost.
The back and forth. And he was back.
He let out a short grunt as the rope was tightened once more, squeezing his firm, wide torso. Compact, restrained. A brief memory of Selina flitted through his mind, the same intensity, pleasure and pain. The palpable fear, and the excitement that always followed it. One final tug, tight on his chest like a harness, knocking his breath slightly.
"Oooook, done!
White gloved hands were whisked out to the sides of his tall, thin body in a dramatic flourish that begged for applause but received none.
"A bad job is one worth doing well, don't you think?"
Bruce blinked hard and slow, his focused eyes settling on the long, slender frame in front of him, bent at the hips, pointed nose almost touching the front of his cowl.
Another quick, sharp movement and Joker had straightened back p, tugging at the cuff of the sleeve which protruded from his violet and lilac pinstripe suit. With an intense stare he gazed at the watch on his wrist, then shouted, his exclaim echoing as he continued speaking.
"Ah! We've got time for the monologue! My favourite part. How about you, Bats?"
As he held his hands out in a flourish, Bruce could make out the watch face, no hands, no numbers. And while Joker began rambling, he let his mind float to a more peaceful place. A space he reserved for analysis, quiet and focus.
It had been a while since he was last in this situation, or a configuration of it. The two of them. Alone. It seemed stranger though, not like usual. Time wasn't contributing to any misremembering, he was certain of that. It was almost like there was something missing. Or something new added. A tension. An atmosphere. Softer, like a delicate lace handkerchief dowsed in chloroform.
Reminiscent of Talia.
How odd, he thought, that his mind would go to her. That it would go to Selina before.
"You know, Bats, you are a good listener! And I won't even make a joke about echolocation, low hanging fruit and all."
With a quick spin, he landed himself against Bruce's chest, leaning his entire, albeit limited, body weight against him and sighing, deep and long, romanticised.
"It's nice to get together and chat every once in a while. You and I, we're on the same wavelength. I can really have a conversation with you. None of that 'how've you been?' or 'any plans for the summer?' nonsense. I can really just talk."
To punctuate the statement, he had turned to face the cowl, fingers holding onto Bruce's chin and holding it still, stronger than his looks suggested but weaker than he had been before. Either that, or the grip was intentionally loose.
"Now... what shall we do with the rest of our time together? I would be lying if I said I didn't have something in mind."
Joker's fingers edged closer to the bottom of the cowl, dangerously close to removing it. He leaned in, eyes wild and crazy, an almost toxic shade of green that reflected in the blue pools of the ones below.
A nervous flinch made Bruce's shoulders twitch, a feeling he hadn't experienced in so long. Adrenaline founded in temptation. Something wrong, but potentially enjoyable. There had been a familiar atmosphere after all.
His thoughts were quickly interrupted at the realisation that Joker's fingers were now teasing at the bottom of the cowl. Struggling against the restraints that bound him, Bruce tried to break free. Deciding it was a futile waste of energy, he looked up to meet the Joker's eyes once more, in time to notice how close he was to him.
Bruce's throat closed. He considered every person he had kissed from the first to this moment. The way his lips flitted to their lips, to Joker's lips, so certain that was what was happening though no one had ever said as much. An understanding between two people, between him and his enemy. Between him and his soulmate.
"Don't..."
It was all he could muster, all that his frenzied mind could conjure up.
"Don't what, Bats?"
"Don't take it off."
A wide grin pushed Joker's bright red lips into his cheeks, creasing the pale white skin as the satisfaction reached his eyes, twinkling as he relished in Batman's defeat and his understated consent.
"That's the part you're worried about? We'll have a far more pleasant evening together than I thought in that case!"
With a long, obnoxiously loud cackle he pulled himself away from Bruce's body, which was heating up with the embarrassment, blushing cheeks thankfully still covered by his mask. He only had a moment of reprieve though, as Joker was quickly back against his, hands closing around the stiff ears at the top of the cowl to control Bruce's gaze, focusing it back on himself.
"Don't worry though, dearest. I prefer anonymous sex, the risks make it more exciting."
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