August 26th, 2006

cass, can you not

From the bottom of my Babs-worshipping heart:

Fuck you, DC. Cass was Batgirl, too. I don't know or care *who* is the new person in the Batgirl suit. Maybe she's Babs. Maybe she's somebody else. Maybe she's somebody else I'll come to like like whoa. That's not the point.

The point, DC, is this: You drove Cass OOC. Then you made her kill. Then you made her bugfuck-insane-crazy OOC. And then you made a character say, with all the metatextual trappings of a "Look, in the sky! It's a bird! It's a plane!," that he didn't see the "quiet, mopey one," that "the real Batgirl was back."

That's not how it works, DC. You don't get to *erase* somebody like that and then tell us that you are about *icons* and *legends*. Outside the trinity, you couldn't recognize iconic if it bit you in the ass.

I swear, there are months when fanfic is the only reason why I care about what DC is doing.
cass, can you not

*in love*

Just read WildCATS v3.0 1-24. Meet Jack Marlowe, ex-warrior alien android, current CEO of Halo Corporation, engaged on a plan to change the world by selling stuff. Petrol-less cars, batteries that don't run out, that kind of thing. His usual reaction to the classic metahuman fight: "How cliché." He's Lex Luthor gone good, Oracle in business, Bruce with his head out of his own ass.

So. Much. Love. And to odditycollector.