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Post by D. Golightly on Apr 12, 2018 7:20:06 GMT -5
The Grotto The Den The Terminal The Depot The Garrison The Metro The Underground The Tube The Chute The Bunker The Dugout The Fort The Shelter The Burrow The Aerie The Hideaway The Roost
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Post by DD Doyle on Apr 12, 2018 7:32:40 GMT -5
If it's being used by Ted Grant and co. should it have some cat-themed name? The Cat-Cave? lol
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Post by JD Mathis on Apr 12, 2018 7:54:22 GMT -5
Welcome to the Bat Station!! Welcome to the Bat Lair!! Welcome to the Sanctuary!! Welcome to the Haven!!
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Post by emmawoods on Apr 12, 2018 16:01:04 GMT -5
Look at you guys go, making this look super easy XD
Much appreciated, some ponderings are required.
*ponder*
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Post by emmawoods on Apr 12, 2018 16:04:53 GMT -5
If it's being used by Ted Grant and co. should it have some cat-themed name? The Cat-Cave? lol
It is strange that Ted Grant knew that the Station was there...
Under the street and accessible from the building he opened his Gym...
Most coincidental.
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Post by claypot on Apr 12, 2018 16:51:41 GMT -5
The Shadow Way...cause bats and cats hide in darkness.
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Post by emmawoods on Aug 16, 2018 9:20:51 GMT -5
Because I am a super generous sort, and because I am way ahead of the next release date for a change, and primarily because I like attention, here be a sneak peak of...
Batgirl #10: Where Gotham Froze Over.
Stephanie Brown was not prepared to admit that she had been unaware that the ‘Iceberg’ was a thing.
As a prestigious Nightclub that inhabited the entirety of its own, offshore island, the ‘Iceberg Lounge’ dominated the skyline on this side of Gotham, its extravagance enough to make her feel nauseas, even from a bird’s eye view.
She observed the monument to one man’s ego from the ledge of a high-rise estate, one of Gotham’s infamous gargoyles crouched to her left, the ever alert Red Robin standing to her right. Batgirl sat in the middle, resisting the urge to look down, perfectly aware that doing so would be a bad idea. Gotham had always appeared grandiose from a distance, up close it presented her with a sense of scale that she just wasn’t accustomed to. If the second vigilante was aware of her discomfort, he kept it to himself.
She drummed her fingers slowly upon the stonework she was sat, pursing her lips as the minutes passed, trying her best to not appear impatient. So far Red Robin’s request for assistance had resulted in a fair bit of sightseeing, and not a great deal else. At a loss for something else to do, she looked to the raven haired teenager she had met a week previous, observing his posture critically as he stood impassive, a pair of slim line binoculars held up to his mask.
Unable to resist any longer, she broke the monotony, “You stand like him, do you know that?”
Red Robin dropped the visor he was holding, looking at Batgirl with an air of puzzlement, “Like him?”
“You know, Him,” Stephanie emphasised the word, clearly referring to only one man. “Are you doing that on purpose?”
For the barest fraction of a moment, the more experienced vigilante looked genuinely uncomfortable and increasingly self-conscious. Stephanie could almost see the battle being fought in his head, to remain how he was or to deliberately alter his bearings.
The moment passed quickly enough, Red Robin reasserting his previous posture before answering simply, “No.”
“You’re such a dork,” Batgirl concluded, not unkindly, her smile disarming him before he could think to take offence. Red Robin cleared his throat in answer, evidently uncomfortable.
“Here, what do you see?” the raven-haired vigilante offered Stephanie the binoculars in an effort to change the subject. Batgirl both took the hint and the proffered visor, zooming in on the entrance of the Iceberg Lounge, all manner of Gotham’s elite in attendance.
One Gentleman in particular caught her attention, as she was certain it was supposed to, a man so round in appearance that it was almost satire, squat with a low centre of gravity and a nose that protruded sharply from his features. He grinned with far too many teeth, his eyes small and scathing, clearly enamoured with his own, self-importance.
“Diabetes,” she reported, “I see diabetes.”
“That’s Oswald Cobblepot,” Red Robin filled in with an ever so slight air of frustration, “to his associates at least. Otherwise known as the Penguin.”
“Bad news?” Batgirl queried, not feeling overly impressed based on appearances.
“The worst,” her companion confirmed. “Don’t underestimate him.”
“If you insist,” Stephanie did not sound convinced. “When do I get to meet him?”
“Ideally,” Red Robin replied whilst reclaiming his binoculars, “never. He’s leaving for the evening,” he reported after a few moments further of observation, satisfied once the Penguin had entered his Limo. “We’re going in.”
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Post by johncheese on Aug 16, 2018 11:39:00 GMT -5
So the Penguin is the next Gotham Rouge up to bat. Should be interesting but then Batgirl is a title that never fails to disappoint.
Nods...
At least his more high profile then Aliki's next foes; Thrilldevil and Kite Man...
And those weird guys in animal masks
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Post by emmawoods on Aug 16, 2018 14:34:08 GMT -5
Should be interesting but then Batgirl is a title that never fails to disappoint. Hopefully that trend will continue. *fingers crossed* There are some scenes in this issue that I was super proud of, so hopefully they will resonate as well as they are intended to. *nod*
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Post by emmawoods on Nov 12, 2018 15:16:35 GMT -5
A sneaky sneak peek for...
Batgirl #11: In Shadows Unremembered: Part One.
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The night before…
Christopher Chetwind was born in the Narrows, and so unlike his fellow Officers in the GPD, he did not consider his transfer to the island district to be a demotion. He had committed no slight, he had not offended the wrong person, it had not been necessary to remove him from the public eye, he had simply requested the opportunity to clean up his own streets, and for the Narrows to be represented by one of their own.
He loved his district, as only a native could, but he would be a fool to believe that he was ever safe.
“Hello?” he called out into the night air, flashlight held up to his shoulder as he scanned his surroundings. Little could be seen in the warehouse, the dockside facility a ghost if it’s former self, timbers rotten to the core and the foundations sagging beneath their own weight. There had been life here, once, a thriving industry of a burgeoning town, until Gotham as a city spread out over onto the mainland and left the island that had birthed it behind. Now it was just a void, a carcass several decades old which had been denied the right to die, entropy in motion.
“Anthony, is that you?” he called out again, stepping deeper into the building, moonlight piercing through the fragmented roof while floorboards creaked beneath his boots. Something scuttled for cover, some manner of small creature who thought itself the master of this forgotten domain, but otherwise the gloom remained dormant, the tide lapping up against the pier outside.
“I know your in here, Anthony,” Christopher called out again, his right hand lightly gripping the nightstick at his hip, the Officer prepared. “I saw you in the window, Anthony, I told you before, you can’t stay in here man, it’s private property.”
He received no answer, not from the old man or otherwise, Chetwind turning about and casting the insufficient illumination of his flashlight towards the upper floors, picking out no signs of life. He swallowed slightly, certain that he had seen someone through the windows, certain that he was right.
“This is your last warning,” he clasped the nightstick a little harder, forcing a little steel into his tone. “You can leave voluntarily, or by…”
The breathing against the base of his neck chilled him to his core, Christopher frozen in place as he swallowed slowly, the rhythmic beat of air against his back rooting him to the spot. He dared not blink, knowing that he was not alone, the guttural heaving of a large animal dangerously close.
He turned, slowly, painfully slowly, eyes wide open as his fingers felt numb and heavy, his mouth opening into a silent cry as a vision filled his senses. A vision of teeth and claws and an awful, terrible screaming…
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Looks to me like danger is afoot!!
*nod*
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Post by cmunn on Nov 13, 2018 8:10:37 GMT -5
I've not had a chance to read the series proper, but these teaser scenes you've posted are really excellent, particularly that exchange between Stephanie and Red Robin. I was a big fan of the Stephanie Batgirl series, so when I find some free time I'm going to dive into your series.
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Post by johncheese on Nov 13, 2018 13:50:54 GMT -5
This is disappointing Emma...disappoint because I can’t read this now, it looks great.
One day Dare will have to drop into Gotham, she could use some: friends/new uniform/new equipment/someone to talk to/new boots (delete as appropriate)
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Post by emmawoods on Nov 13, 2018 15:14:26 GMT -5
I've not had a chance to read the series proper, but these teaser scenes you've posted are really excellent, particularly that exchange between Stephanie and Red Robin. I was a big fan of the Stephanie Batgirl series, so when I find some free time I'm going to dive into your series. Thanking you kindly for the kind words! XD I'm always happy to have more readers, so if you are able to find the time to grab a quick read, I hope you continue to enjoy the experience. Stephanie for Batgirl for life! *nod*
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Post by emmawoods on Nov 13, 2018 15:16:21 GMT -5
This is disappointing Emma...disappoint because I can’t read this now, it looks great. One day Dare will have to drop into Gotham, she could use some: friends/new uniform/new equipment/someone to talk to/new boots (delete as appropriate) In that case, hopefully the rest of the issue will look just as good as this issue. I think it does, but I'm hardly unbiased in such matters. Dare should defiantly drop by Gotham, and the Narrows is where all the cool heroes are seen. *nod* P.S: Justice League #0 gets bonus points for the shout out to the said 'Narrows', Batgirl's home turf is on the map!
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Post by emmawoods on Jan 22, 2019 8:35:34 GMT -5
Sneaky Peek time!!
Batgirl #12: In Shadows Unremembered: Part Two.
Years earlier…
Young Stephanie Brown would not be swayed from her perceived position of safety, and no amount of prompting from her Uncle could convince her to vacate the chair she had stood herself upon. In her mind, the five-year-old believed that the piece of furniture was an unassailable bastion that would keep her out of reach of the creepy, crawlies of the night, and with Bunny Big Ears, her oversized, stuffed rabbit clutched tightly between her little arms, it was from here that she could ensure that she could see all danger coming.
Ted Grant, meanwhile, was diligently searching the floor of his Niece’s bedroom on his hands and knees, not entirely certain as to how matters had come to this. Dinah, no doubt, would find the entire matter hilarious, which was precisely why she would never hear of it.
“Over there!” Stephanie prompted with a tremor of panic, stepping backwards on her chair and pointing in the direction of the trespasser.
Ted, with reflexes that surprised many, turned about sharply in his search and brought his meaty mitt down swiftly, catching the source of his Niece’s distress beneath his palm. The spider scrambled left and then right, but there was to be no escaping for the arachnid, the Wildcat had it now.
Stephanie hopped ever slightly upon her perch, her heart skipping a quick beat following the conclusion of the spider hunt. It wasn’t over yet though, not to her young mind, not when the creature with beady eyes, spindly legs and far too many pincers remained within close proximity, her Uncle keeping it tucked within his palm as he stood up.
“Flush it!” the little girl insisted, to her frightened mind, that was the only safe course of action.
“I aint gonna to flush it,” Ted sighed audibly, his heavy-set shoulders straightening as he moved over to his niece’s window, pulling up the blinds and unlocking the latch.
“Evil,” Stephanie insisted, still keeping Bunny Big Ears positioned between herself and danger, he would protect her if it became necessary.
“It aint evil, Steph,” Ted tried his best to explain, speaking from experience, setting the small creature down on the ledge outside of their apartment. He prompted it to move with the tip of his finger, and the arachnid scuttled away into the night, surviving the wrath of frightened, small children everywhere for another evening.
“Scary,” his Niece would not be moved, her eyes not leaving the window until she was satisfied that it was both closed and locked once more. She relaxed ever so slightly, her room no longer under siege.
“True enough,” her Uncle conceded, Ted moving on over to Stephanie and picking the small girl up into his broad embrace. She did not resist as she was put back to bed, the old man with the squarest jaw she had ever known tucking her back in snugly. Bunny Big Ears remained close to hand just in case.
“Would you believe, that spider has more reason to be afraid of you, then you do to be afraid of it?” he queried, ensuring his Nieces pillow was suitably puffed. A task he had never expected to do even as little as a year earlier.
Stephanie narrowed her gaze, she did not appear convinced.
“Think on it for me,” he prompted, stroking the top of her head until the girl’s eyes grew weary, a small yawn emerging from her little body as she slipped back towards slumber.
“One day, ya might understand.”
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And that's all you get for now!
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