Write your headcanon as scenes
CapnJay
Banned
Because merely sharing your head Canon is kinda boring.
The figures cleared out the rubble in the old underground chamber. The man walked forward and knelt down to the broken crushed woman at his feet. "You did well Victoria. But your story isn't over yet." He looked at the men with him. "Take her body. We're going to the Lazarus Pit".
Agent Avesta returned home to her apartment going to her closet she removed the files she had. Pictures of Batman, her hero, and his exploits. For a long time she thought he was enough. But he needed others like him. Pulling out her phone she began reviewing the schematics to Riddler's ultrasonic device. With a little work she could miniaturize it turning it into a portable weapon in a fight against crime. She went to her bed and opened the hidden compartment under it pulling out the leather outfit and mask. Soon The Black Canary would rise.
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oooh, this is a nice idea! here, lemme have a shot.
he stood in front of his father's bust in the park, staring the cold, lifeless stone in the eye. he had so many things to say to his father. he hoped theodore would be proud of him, of his little oswald, of all his accomplishements; he looked his father in the eye, but didn't say a word. he had so many things to say he simply didn't know where to begin.
the bust captured theodore's likeness well; but it missed his spark, the playful glimmer in his eyes, the warmth that once made oswald feel so safe. he gently touched the statue with his fingertips, trying to feel something, anything other than the overwhelming anger - but to no avail.
"hey, pop." oswald said finally, still staring his father in the eye. "shit. this is pointless. you'd think it'd be easier for me to just go to the cemetery and visit your graves, but... i can't even walk through the bloody gate! so here i am. talking to a... piece of stone."
he paused for a moment, sighing deeply.
"as if talking to your gravestons would be any different." he muttered eventually. "but that's all i have left now, innit? old shame and spilled blood and some stones and a broken heart. not quite your typical list from a letter to santa."
he paused again, as if he was waiting for an answer; but the bust didn't answer, because - regardless of how much like theodore it looked - it was just a piece of stone, lifeless and cold.