People Forget That You Can Light A Bonfire With A Candle; That's What This Felt Like To Me.

How have I never heard this!? Amazing song, spectacular animation, and whatever the heck sort of tonal dissonance you get singing a song about avoiding supernatural threats while blithely picking a fight with nature and all its dangers.

Love this song so much, best in the whole franchise

This is hilarious, but imagine it actually does go to trial, they start the proceedings, get as far as "for the murder of the man known as the Joker-" and are immediately cut off by the judge breaking his hammer declaring Bruce not guilty on grounds of self defense. Like "do you even HEAR yourself, Prosecution? The JOKER? I agree Mr. Wayne (protesting his guilt and the failure of the legal system to prosecute him properly) this is an outrage, I hereby award you a medal and free therapy for life, DISMISSED!"

I have been thinking lately about a universe where Bruce Wayne killed the Joker.

I want to be clear here, since there are so many longstanding debates on this topic: I do not think Bruce Wayne should kill the Joker. I have just been wondering what would happen if the circumstances aligned in such a way that he did.

And to be clear on a related, yet slightly different topic: when I say I have been wondering about what if Bruce Wayne killed the Joker, I do not mean as the Batman. I mean Bruce "Brucie" Wayne.

Maybe it's kind of an accident? Like, he definitely did intend to hit the Joker, but he's Brucie right now, so he's trying not to look like he knows what he's doing while still doing enough damage to keep the Joker from killing someone, and meanwhile the Joker makes just the wrong move and -

And here we are. Brucie just killed the Joker.

Bruce's reaction here is one thing; he has his one rule for a reason, he's just broken it, he's determined to turn himself in -

His family's reaction is a whole different story. How does Cass feel about this?

How does Jason? Bruce has killed the Joker, just like he wanted, but it wasn't for him, not really, and -

And meanwhile, this happens in front of, say, a gala full of people, so now all of Gotham gets to react to it too.

Average Gothamite, seeing the words BRUCE WAYNE, JOKER, and KILLED in the same headline: OH, NO.

Average Gothamite, once they've processed the order those words are actually in: . . . I did not have that on this year's bingo card.

The city's most famous mass murderer has just been publicly killed by the city's biggest employer/philanthropist/source of tabloid harmless nonsense! Three days before Brucie was making tabloid headlines by tripping into a fountain and somehow losing his shirt in the process! Two weeks before, the newspaper was running a retrospective on the Wayne murders and what donation Brucie was making to help the families of victims this year! The article mentioned how one of his adopted sons had also tragically become a murder victim!

Now this has happened, and Bruce is having a breakdown over breaking his one rule, and the rest of Gotham just assumes that this is because poor Brucie thinks this somehow makes him like the man who killed his parents. They send a huge outpouring of support his way. This in no way helps Bruce's actual breakdown.

Ninety percent of Gotham is sure Brucie didn't actually mean to kill the Joker, and pretty much a hundred percent of them support him whether he meant to do it or not. No one wants to have anything to do with prosecuting this mess. Bruce is trying to make it as clear as possible that he will fully cooperate with the justice system and meanwhile an entire gala full of people is suddenly acting like they could in no way have possibly witnessed events that took place ten feet in front of their faces. Did Bruce kill the Joker? Is the officer sure? That doesn't seem like him. Maybe the Joker just tripped on his own. Marble floors, you know. Very slippery.

This was a huge problem of mine when I started playing videogames XD

I could never be a protagonist because I'd just never move the plot along. "You have free reign of this castle, but don't go into this one area" Okie dokie. I mind my own business and hang out in the library. Queen of staying in my own lane. I'll never discover your magic curse.

Based on my own and my familiy's life experiences, I've long held the sneaking suspicion many ghost stories on one side were 'dangit do you think they saw?!' tidbits on the other.

Imagine going on a walk on a really foggy day, enjoying the vaguely eerie, faint and distant aesthetic of it all, and the soft quiet of having no other people around. You're about to cross a familiar bridge when you suddenly feel lightheaded. It's nothing to worry about, just a weirdly wobbly feeling that means you should sit down. And probably get more iron in your diet. Either way, you need to get up and you need to cross this bridge to get home. But now being alone has put this weird fear in you - irrational or not - that if you walk over the bridge, you might get dizzy again and fall from it.

Weird and lonely problems require weird and lonely solutions. Since you're all alone here anyhow, you can act strange if you need to. So you get down on all fours - not on your hands and knees, but on the balls of your feet, like a dog. And like this, you start to slowly creep over the bridge. Nice and slow, happy about your solution that made it feel safe to cross and get home. You can be weird if you want to, nobody's judging here.

You're creeping at a comfortable speed, very slowly, but the bridge isn't that long. You can kind of make out the outlines of things on the other side through the mist. The end of the bridge, a familiar tree, a streetlamp, the silhouette of a bush and-

A person. A human figure. You freeze mid-step to stare. That is the most definitely the outline of a person, standing perfectly still. Staring right at you. You don't know how long this moment lingers, but eventually you can't hold your balance anymore and you have to step forward, placing your open palm back on the cold damp bridge. The figure turns, and takes off running. Bolting off in a very normal, startled way that anyone would when they're spooked.

It occurs to you that you only saw the vague outline of an unexpected person, an obscure figure standing in the fog. They, however, saw the vague outline of you, something perhaps vaguely human-shaped, but moving in a way that people simply do not, slowly, very slowly, creeping over a bridge.

Assuming that nobody would see you, you accidentally became someone's unexplained Silent Hill experience.

Every so often you Nat20 that check so hard that all who hear of it reap the rewards

Holy crap, She-Hulk's werewolf boyfriend is THAT John Jameson?! I always just assumed it was just a case of a very common name.

The most frustrating fights are the ones where you know the other guy is meeting you honestly. Amazing Spiderman 42

Tiny alien gets a pet

fallow up question, will the prologue be included in the physical book?

yes. also a secret extra bonus pre-prologue prologue they asked me to write so people would be less confused by the worldbuilding

^"He was right, of course." (/she/them) Seriously though me too he had it all figured out

You can tell that I’m a real Lord of the Rings expert because my favorite character is the unnamed sentient fox that appears for three lines in chapter 3 of the fellowship of the ring. 

My review of this book when I read it was that the only redeeming quality was the clearly unintentional ho-yay XD

Kirk and Spock exchanging rings was not what I excepted to get out of this book but oh my god

Below is probably my favorite exchange; Kirk being pissed he didn't give his ring to the real Spock.

(From the passage above) "...he's wearing my ring, which I would have given to no other man in the universe." Are you fucking kidding me

And finally Spock wishing he could've retrieved Kirk's ring for him.

Also, in case you didn't pick it up from the first passage, Kirk is wearing Spocks ring, and as far as we know he's still fucking wearing it through this last page.