"Spider-Man wishes his selfie's were this cool!"

The Webslinger can get to pretty much anywhere in New York for an amazing photo, but so can Charlie. And then she can post a dozen others from all over the world in the same day.

Artwork by Yvini over on deviantArt I gave them a cute comic cover of Batgirl Vol. 4 #52 as a reference and they took it from there creating this amazing piece!

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Misfit finally took up Sin on her offer to learn Pokémon and found an unlikely main in Farfetch'd! Artwork done by MercuryBall Arts over on deviantArt!

I tossed around a lot of Pokémon trying to find the one that fit best for Misfit: Kirlia, Wigglytuff, and Machoke were all finalist but in the end, I had to go with the out there bird for the out there Bird of Prey!

Misfit's pose is once again based off a Nightcrawler reference I gave the artist. The Elf is Marvel's best teleporter so he could show Misfit some moves!

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Misfit meeting the wrong combination of Bat and Man on a trip to Gotham. Thankfully she's got an easy re-set button if she falls, but she'd still have to catch a-hold oh Man-Bat again. Artwork done by kitt-fishy on deviantArt!

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The other traditional art commission I snagged for #MisfitDay drawn and colored by a friend. Here we have Misfit showing off why the Titans need to be knocking down her door to beg her to join.

Red X is no match for her Dark Vengeance!

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A Hard-Boiled Detective Short

It was rough Monday morning. Barely had enough coffee to keep me awake and not nearly enough to sober me up. I cursed my receptionist for her cruel insistence that my agency needed to be open at 8am and that meant I needed to be here even earlier than that. "Professionalism" she called it. What a joke. I'd fire her, but considering she's my mother I'd probably never hear the end of it.

I swallowed another bitter mouthful of my liquid breakfast when she walked in. Hell in high heels. A platinum blonde dame who must have turn a hundred heads every time she walked down the block, and ended even more marriages. Deviling good looks a sinner might say, and I was certainly deviled.

She was wearing a long dress, red as the sirens flashing in my head. Her mere presence was suffocating, I felt like a horse with a yolk two sizes too small around his neck. This gal was dangerous. I knew if I valued my life I shouldn't even be speaking to her, but here she was in my office, a tissue dabbing her wet and puffy eyes, and gosh darn it, I'm a professional after all.

How she even found my little hole-in-the-wall agency she didn't say. I'm used to trying to poach clients from the bigger boys, I don't get too many walk-ins unless everyone else in the city already turned them away. I asked what I could do for her.

She sang me a nursery rhyme. A classic. And then asked for my help. I almost laughed if my sense of humor hadn't been beaten, whipped, and crippled by the Dursby boys a few years back. But the case she brought me was still a joke none the less.

Everyone knew it was an accident.

We'd known for years. The kid's death was tragic for sure. He was well known, hell even well liked which is saying something in this city. Cheery, if a little stupid, from what I'd heard over the years. Always looked on the sunny side up until… Well until he died. But it was an accident, six ways to Sunday it was an accident.

And yet here she was crying bloody murder. I don't even know how she knew the victim. Clearly not related. And even more clearly, they weren't a thing.

God I wish I still smoked.

I needed the money and getting paid to investigate a solved case would certainly put some extra change in my pocket for no work, but sadly I caught a bad case of ethics before I even started this whole business. They're why I got kicked off the force in the first place.

If I was half the hard-boiled detective I claimed to be, I'd investigate it. Get to whatever truth she was looking for. But cases like these, people aren't looking for the truth. They want to be coddled, told their right and nothing else. There was nothing here to crack open.

I was gonna turn her away then and there, but then she said something that caught my attention. It was as crazy as the rest of the yarn she'd been spinning and yet my mind clung onto it. If true then she'd be right and the world would be wrong. Not an accident, a murder, and a cover-up bigger than the mayor's combo-over. I knew digging into a case like this wouldn't go over easy but it was too tantalizing to pass up. My mind scrabbled trying to put the pieces together.

She said it again,

"Humpty Dumpty was pushed."