Greywind

Henry Cavill said that the most difficult part of making the movie was definitely his two shirtless scenes. He had been training for months prior to filming, but for his shirtless scenes, he went on an extremely difficult diet and training regimen in which his calorie intake was cut from five thousand to nearly fifteen hundred for six weeks. After six weeks, he reached a body fat level of just seven percent, the level achieved by professional body-builders during competitions. Henry said he did this because he wanted to make his abs as pronounced and his muscles as defined as humanly possible, to create the best possible Superman physique. Cavill returned to a more manageable routine after the scenes were shot, but felt his effort was rewarded when audiences and critics alike praised his physique for the true embodiment of what Superman would look like. After he had shot his shirtless scenes, director Zack Snyder gave him a tub of ice cream and pizza to reward him for his Herculean effort for the shirtless scenes.

Not if you also have a Deep Cover.

Opens fine for me.

RDj, after having read stories about Stark, and been living with the character, developing him, vs Snyder and his deconstructionism of heroes that hadn't been fully constructed yet.

Baker's Jewelers was in the middle of a block. It was a small business. Not like some of the bigger, chain stores. The report said the alarm was triggered in the back. “Can you give me a map of the store's location?” An overhead view showed two cars parked on the street and a van in the alley. “Logic would suggest the van is the intended get-away vehicle,” Mentor said. “If criminals were logical they wouldn't be criminals. Police location?” “One block away running silent.” Lightning said, “Recon sweep two blocks out before I close in.” “May I ask why?” “Gut feeling.” Twenty-four blocks, side streets, and alleys were recon-ed in a matter of moments. “Van one block over in the same alley, facing the opposite direction with the motor running. Similar make and model, and paint scheme.” “Bait and switch? The van parked behind the store is a decoy?” Smiling, Lightning said, “That would be my guess.” “The police are on scene.” Lightning stopped in the shadows. “I'll hang back. Don't want to step on their toes if I don't have to. I like having a nice working relationship with them.” Lightning glanced at the second van and smiled to himself. He ran past the van. There was no one in it and a window was rolled down. He pulled out a card. “Track this just in case.” He slipped the card over the visor.

My understanding is that, by and large, Hollywood plants seeds in most movies for the possibility of sequels and spinoffs.

If they want us to care about the characters they have to establish the characters first. Only characters that stood out in Suicide Squad was Harley and Deadshot.

Not a fair comparison. Iron Man was stand-alone until it actually did well. Nolan's Batman was just that; Nolan's Batman. It was always and only intended to be a trilogy.

Lightning flashed near the horizon. Before long, he heard the rumble of thunder. The smell of rain lay heavy in the air. Good. The crops could use it. Traveling south on US Route 75 at a leisurely 400mph, according to the feed on his HUD, Lightning was headed towards Omaha. Traffic was light. It was late. It was dark. And there was a storm threatening. At moments like this he felt like he was all alone in the world. Lightning shattered the storm clouds. The thunder was deafening. And, suddenly, the storm was no longer threatening. Rain poured down. “Tap into the police and 911, Mentor. Let's see what's out there tonight.” “There is a silent alarm at Baker's Jewelers. There is also a report of a man threatening others with a gun. Shapiro's Diner.” “I know the places. Shapiro's is on the way to Baker's.” Lightning ran a little bit faster. * * * * * Shapiro's Diner was a counter and a smattering of tables. Lightning had eaten there a number of times. Both in and out of uniform. A place for a good, affordable meal, and a cup of coffee. Inside it looked to him like there was a crew of four working; cook, dishwasher, and two servers. A quick headcount tallied ten customers. And one maniac with a pistol. Maybe it wasn't a fair judgment, but Lightning was used to the guys waving guns being maniacs. Lightning considered his options. He thought he recognized one of the servers. He walked in the front door. “Hey, Marcie. Can I get four breakfast specials to go? All eggs scrambled, please. Have it ready for a four AM pick-up” No one moved except the guy with the gun. “This is what I'm talking about! No one listens! No one pays any attention!” Lightning gave the guy an annoyed look. “Have a seat. The police will be with you shortly.” “No! I'm not going to be arrested! Don't try anything! No one is that fast!” With a sigh, Lightning lowered his gaze to the floor. “If that's the way you want it,” he said. Lightning moved. The man screamed. “I told you to sit down,” he said, putting the pistol on the counter. The man lay on the floor, arms bound behind his back. “The police are on their way.” It was like everyone in the diner released a breath they didn't realize they were holding at the same time. “Yes, sir,” a server responded. "Four scrambled specials for a 4 AM pick-up. It'll be ready.” Lightning smiled at her. “Thank you. I'll need coffee with those.” She nodded and filed the order. Sirens sounded in the distance. “Sounds like they're playing your song,” he said to the man on the floor. “I can wait a few minutes.” “Are you really Lightning?” a young voice called out. “Can I get a picture with you?” Smiling at the child, Lightning said, “Sure. Where do you want to do this?” “I don't know!” Lightning knelt and two children under the age of 10 came to him. The boy, older of the two, was excited. The girl was shy. “It's okay. I won't hurt you,” he told her. “You don't need to be nervous.” The boy stood next to Lightning with awe on his face. “You might want to face the camera,” he said, indicating the boy's mother. “Can I set you on my knee?” he asked the girl. “Go ahead, Sally. He won't hurt you,” the mother said. Sally turned her back and tried to hoist herself up. Lightning lifted her easily. One hand on the boy's shoulder and an arm around the girl, Lightning lowered his head a bit to hide his lower face. He was thankful that he'd already had the HUD lenses down. With a flash from the smartphone's camera, the moment was over. “Okay, kids. Mr. Lightning has important things to be doing.” The door opened and two officers entered. “Officer Daniels, we meet again,” Lightning said standing up. “We got to stop meeting like this. You make us look bad.” “I don't know why. We're on the same team. Want me to make my statement at the office?” “Naw. Figured it was over by the time dispatch called us. Got the form here,” Daniels said, holding out a clipboard. Lighting accepted it. After a few seconds he passed it back. “Thanks.” Lightning looked back. The boy was sitting where he could easily watch. Sally was peeking around the corner of booth bench she was on, waving as little girls do. He smiled at her. He pulled out two of his cards and in a burst of speed he was standing by the kids. Sally gasped. The boy said, “Cool!” “Something to help remember it,” he said passing a card to each child. “Ma'am,” he said with a nod to the mother, and he was gone.

Klitz

Also in The Girl Next Door.

They may save any course correction attempts for Flash.

Don't they have editors? That is (was?) part of the editors job once upon a time.

Which is why, in my mind, comic publishers need a character bible for each character.

And, obviously, a public one.

In the Batman sourcebook by Mayfair, there was a list of everyone that knew (at that time) who Batman was under the mask. There was also included all the people that could easily figure it out if they wanted to.

It depends on what the bow is made of.

Maul in WildC.A.T.S. was the same. Genius at normal size. Imbecile at mountain size.

Multiplex. Firestorm villain.

You have eyes?