In a way, aren't Elseworld sort of like commercially sanctioned fanfiction?
I don't think so, unless fanfic has a lock on AU. Because that's precisely what they are -- AU.
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In a way, aren't Elseworld sort of like commercially sanctioned fanfiction?
I don't think so, unless fanfic has a lock on AU. Because that's precisely what they are -- AU.
The Azrael/Catwoman crossover--was that an Elseworld?--was hysterically funny, Azrael doing his best Sam Spade imitation.
I love love love Gotham Noir, and would kind of like to see fic set in that Elseworld.
The really good Elseworlds are REALLY good. The bad ones are REALLY REALLY terrible.
And then there's Thrillkiller.
Which may be bad, but had my number from go.
Gotham Noir was cool, and he had a sensible girlfriend.
In Darkest Night was hysterical.
What did you think of Nine Lives?
I'm really, really looking forward to writing the rest of the Bart/Kon I started.
And I really need to finish that Robin thing before issue #127 comes out, don't I? (And then more Cass/Steph and Kon/Tim and Dick/Tim and Batman/Superman and Bruce/Cass and that crazybadwrong Elseworld Bruce/Tim and -- meep.)
I can see the appeal of the other side.
I can see the appeal, too, and maybe a reason why RPS in general doesn't grab me is because I'm more of a chaos-within-a-framework thinker than make-a-framework-out-of-chaos. If... that makes any sense?
And then there's Thrillkiller.
Thrillkiller is pretty, and hits one of my bulletproof Bruce kinks, so therefore it is good and right.
Thrillkiller hits my bulletproof Babs kinks.
So, yeah.
In Darkest Night was hysterical.
Wasn't it? Though it made me completely mess up my Green Lantern Oath for a week.
What did you think of Nine Lives?
I have it, and haven't read it yet. Who wrote it?
Dean Motter. It's possible it might hit a button or two of yours. It certainly slotted Dick into one of mine.
It certainly slotted Dick into one of mine.
Must! Resist! Because I am not twelve! Except apparently I am.
I totally lost the button metaphor, didn't I?
Freud may have had a point.