Whenever heroes try to fly for the first time, why do they always have to try from the roof of a skyscraper? Why can't it be from the 2nd floor first? You know, just in case? Because you either got the power or you don't. Panic, adrenaline, and belief or certain death seem to be the triggers.
I also have the same powers of memory triggers like Hawkman has. But they always kick in after I leave the house.
Imagine being a member of a group of people who are super fit and buff. Imagine being confident enough in yourself to go shirtless around these super buff people. That is Hawkman's true superpower.
We need a series of Hawkman just straight up figuring out what exactly the Nth metal can do. How fast can I fly? What triggers my ability to go back in time? Can I lift this? Can I make this heavy? Is this thing magic/green construct resistant? How fast can I heal? Can I punch Batman into next week?
Instead of scraping the gutter and writing stories about Hawkman being a creepy stalker, how about writing stories about a hero who cherishes and respects Hawkwoman enough to be able to still be together after thousands of years. That's what we need.
Hawkman knows where ALL the treasures are buried. On several planets. He probably has intergalactic bank accounts that he's forgotten about. He's got treasures stored away in a gazillion planets across the universe. Without a doubt, he is the richest man in the universe that no one talks about.
The contrast of Hawkman and Carter Hall is like day and night. As the superhero Hawkman, he spreads his wings and soars high up into the open blue sky. As archaeologist Dr.Carter Hall, he digs down into deep dark caves and tunnels looking for artifacts and treasures. He is a man who has it all.
Hawkman is the superhero who other heroes go to when they need some answers. The man has lived for millions of years, experienced every facet of life, and has managed to stay in love with the same woman and most importantly, she loves him back. You should listen to a man like this.
Many yrs ago, after a root canal, my dentist gave me Demerol. Twenty mins after I took it, I slowly started floating off the floor, lost all sense of pain, and felt immensely happy. It scared the heck out of me and I never took it again. But sometimes I think that's what having Nth metal feels like.
Hawkwoman would intimidate the heck out of me. And the masochistic side of me finds that extremely intoxicating. There. I said it.
I'm going back to bed now.
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