It looked nice, I just didn't agree with the ending. Standard Supes, imo, would lose to Goku. There are several versions of Superman that would completely wreck Goku, (Silver Age Superman with his sneezing galaxies away, Superman Prime with his basically being God, etc.) but I think that the normal, modern Superman would be beaten by Goku.

Fair enough.

When I posted, I was under the impression that Superior Iron Man was in a non-616 Earth, but apparently I was wrong. Assuming SIM takes place on Earth-616, then that's my bad.

Goku vs Superman, Bayonetta vs. Dante, and Luthor vs. Iron Man were the ones I couldn't really accept.

I mainly watch it because it looks cool, to be perfectly honest.

(I'm going for both prompts. I doubt it'll be nearly as good as what's already on here, but... might as well give it a shot!)

There was silence on the streets of the city. The streets are badly lit, only the occasional dim glow of the rare functioning neon sign allowing for some small modicum of vision. But there is nothing to see. The streets have been abandoned for years now, the signs of litter and careless eaters having long since vanished, scattered or eroded by the uncaring elements. In the end, only the few with lingering attachments decided to stay.

A dim room under a casino. A last resort. The bodies of the guards lay outside, their blood still seeping into the carpet. "This is the end." A cold voice, devoid of the defiant courage and overwhelming spirit it once held. The owner: Johnny Graham. Not a cop, nor a detective, nothing like that. Just a man who decided to stay when the police wouldn't. "Your goons are dead. Your warehouses have been cleared out. You've got no escape routes." His mouth settles into a grim line. He's been working towards this moment for... months? Years? He can't remember how long he's been here. It's all a haze of violence and death, and what little he remember only makes him chuckle in bitter amusement.

He had been so young, then. So naive, thinking that he could save everyone. In the end, his hubris only meant he was the last man alive. Johnny lifts his arm, pistol in hand, to point it at the source of his misery. He winces, feeling the pain of a collection of badly treated wounds and a shredded, overworked body shoot through him. It doesn't make him falter. It'll stop soon enough. The beaten, bloody figure in front of him has no name, and Johnny doesn't care enough to ask. He's the enemy. Still, he was once known as The Don. But the Don does not cower, nor cry, nor weep. He just laughs. 

"I have to thank you." The Don says. Johnny hesitates.  "You're a good man, and you helped me with my dream." Johnny pauses. His face twists into a mask of hate. THWAP! His pistol cracks against the side of the Don's head. "What the fuck are you on about?" The Don keeps laughing, several newly-made gaps in his toothy grin. "I've always wanted to you fall to this. Degraded to a savage, willing to die if only so your enemy dies too."

The gun goes off, and a bullet lodges itself into his knee. "You mean my friends... you killed them just to make me hate you more? They were just a means to an end for you?" This was obvious, of course. But the situation wasn't exactly the best for inspiring rational thought. "Of course. You vigilantes... you forget to think about the consequences of your actions. Sure, when you break some thug's legs, you'll make it a lot easier to interrogate him... but you don't realize that you've condemned him to misery. You think it's easy to get a job when you've raised yourself on the streets? No! Crime is the only thing you can turn to. But when you're crippled, even that is out of your reach. With just a few minutes, you've killed a man and his family."

"So I went after these so-called 'bringers of justice'. They died, one by one, until I got to you. You... You were the worst of them. Merciless, brutal, but oh-so-willing to turn around and preach about honor and righteousness. Well, no more. I'm the head of the richest crime syndicate in the world. Practically every major city in the world relies on me at least in part, not to mention their own organizations. So tell me... what happens when there's a power vacuum on that scale amongst professional killers?"

Johnny's eyes widen. "So you'd see the world burn... just for your twisted revenge?" The Don simply laughs. He laughs when Johnny empties all but one of the shells in his magazine into his chest. His laughs turn to gurgles as Johnny sets upon him with his fists. His gurgles turn to silence as Johnny pulls away, fists soaked in blood and sinew. Johnny is still for a minute, then another. Then, slowly, he picks up the gun, and puts it in his mouth.

Well, they sort of underplayed Bayonetta, imo. Also, the creator of both series' said that Bayo would win. Just saying. Still, it was visually amazing!

Eh. Might as well Lounge about then, right? ...Right?

I'll... I'll see myself out.

I'm rather touched that so many of you actually remember me~

Time glitch? What're you talking about?

"W-we gotta *urp* fix the income inequality, Morty. The system is shi- it's fuckin' shit, Morty!" - Bernie Sanchez

I appreciate the sentiment, though. My thanks.

Just wanted to say hello before I go about entering discussions and the like on the internet and trying not to sound as stupid as I actually am. So with that said... Hi. How's it going?