You covered your mouth as you watched the live feed of the fight happening in Gotham. Alfred sat in the chair in front of the monitor, glancing at the different screens which showed different angles of the fight. You flinched when Doomsday lunged at Bruce who used his grappling hooks to dodge the attack and moved your hand subconsciously over your enlarged stomach.
"Can you get through to him?" You asked the butler hopefully, neither of you looking away from the screens.
"His communication line went dead a few moments ago Miss (L/n)" Alfred replied grimly. You nodded and began biting your nails out of nerves. When the security cameras you and Alfred were watching the fight on were destroyed, the screens went black leaving you both clueless as to what was happening.
"Master Wayne will be fine Miss (L/n)" Alfred said, trying to convince both you and himself.
"He better be. Can't have a wedding without the groom" You r
You had a secret of your own that you hoped he would never find out. You were the latest Gotham crime fighting vigilante. Dressed in (costume of choice) and going by (vigilante name), you prowled the streets in search of ass to kick. One certain night you were
I did not need to mull over Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice.
Never in a long time has such a film been so blatant in its awfulness from the get go. There's bad films where its' problems are only noticeable after retrospection, but then there's films that are so stupid and incompetent that they just take me out of the film completely. Batman v Superman is like that from almost the start and it keeps on rolling in so many ways.
Even now I'm struggling to decide whether I enjoyed just how awful it was...or pissed by how many things important to comic books in general it fucked up. Unlike a