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One thing I've been pondering is the way that Len talks about the importance of family, and for example the Rogues immediately went to meet Owen when they found out about his existence, citing "we take care of our own". But Len is also real quick to abandon people who disappoint him, so he killed Owen after the clusterduck in Blackest Night and the Rogues collectively shunned Digger when he was perceived to be washed up. Len specifically told Digger's zombie that he'd never gotten the chance to tell him what a disappointment he'd become, and in Brightest Day he refused to allow Digger back with the Rogues until he'd proved himself. And yet we know Digger meant a lot to Len and he was genuinely saddened by Digger's death.
Len treated Mick and Hartley with hostility after they reformed, though admittedly he didn't quite react to their 'betrayals' as harshly as he did with Owen and Digger, and he was actually pretty quick to take back Mick and James…though the latter might have been because he blamed Roscoe for what happened to them.
But now I'm starting to wonder if his ongoing conflict with Roscoe is less about hatred and is more about disappointment. For sure there's overt hostility between the two of them, and it's probably become a self-sustaining ecosystem of anger by now, but he still buried Roscoe after he killed him and the Rogues had a memorial to Roscoe (and Sam and Digger) in Teen Titans: Cold Case. I'd be very curious to see how things would play out if Roscoe returned to the Rogues with friendly humility and Len found reason to be less disappointed in him. Would they be able to repair the breach at that point, or at least get along through gritted teeth?
Of course, it's extremely unlikely Roscoe would return to the Rogues with any humility, so :>
now look, I don’t know Flash comics all that well, but I do know Australians, and if Captain Boomerang isn’t going around calling Barry Allen “Bazza” or Wally West “Bluey” and doesn’t make the joke “faaaarrr out mate ya bloody slow” when one of them uses speed force, then I think he should simply renounce his citizenship.
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Identity Crisis #6 (January 2005): "Husbands and Wives" [as a corpse; the Rogues are informed of his death]
Flash Vol. 2 #216 (January 2005): "The Secret of Barry Allen, Part Three: Spinning" [the Rogues are informed of his death; scene identical to Identity Crisis #6]
Flash Vol. 2 #217 (February 2005): "Post-Crisis" [as a corpse]
Flash Vol. 2 #220 (May 2005): "Rogue War Chapter 1" [as a corpse]
Flash Vol. 2 #221 (June 2005): "Rogue War Chapter 2" [as a corpse]
Flash Vol. 2 #222 (July 2005): "Rogue War Chapter 3" [as a corpse]
Flash Vol. 2 #223 (August 2005): "Rogue War Chapter 4" [as a corpse]
Flash Vol. 2 #225 (October 2005): "Rogue War Conclusion" [buried]
Blackest Night #8 (May 2010): "Blackest Night" [returns to life]
Brightest Day #0 (June 2010): "Carpe Diem"
Red Robin #15 (October 2010): "The Hit List, Part Three: Secret Identity Crisis"
Red Robin #16 (November 2010): "The Hit List, Part Four: The Best-Laid Plans"
Flash Vol. 3 #1 (June 2010): "Case One: The Dastardly Death of the Rogues"
Flash Vol. 3 #2 (July 2010): "Case One: The Dastardly Death of the Rogues"
Flash Vol. 3 #3 (August 2010): "Case One: The Dastardly Death of the Rogues, Part Three"
Flash Vol. 3 #4 (September 2010): "Case One: The Dastardly Death of the Rogues, Part Four"
Flash Vol. 3 #5 (November 2010): "Case One: The Dastardly Death of the Rogues, Part Four"
Flash Vol. 3 #6 (early January 2011): "Case One: The Dastardly Death of the Rogues, Part Six"
Brightest Day #7 (October 2010): "The Secret Of Life"
Flash Vol. 3 #7 (late January 2011): "What Goes Around, Comes Around"
Brightest Day #18 (late March 2011): "Easy Come Easy Go"
Brightest Day #23 (early June 2011): "Rise and Fall"
Brightest Day #24 (late June 2011): "Brightest Day"
Red Robin #26 (October 2011): "What Goes Around..."
Chronology Uncertain
It is uncertain where these stories fit into his chronology.
Batman #645 (November 2005): "Show Me Yesterday, For I Can't Find Today" [Flashback - during Jason Todd's stint as Robin]
Flash Vol. 2 #224 (September 2005): "Rogue War Chapter 5" [Flashback - Digger sent to the future and meets Meloni Thawne]
Secret Origins Vol. 2 #41 (June 1989): "A Rogue by Any Other Name"
Superman Secret Files and Origins 2004 (August 2004): "Suicide Watch"
DC Retro-Active: The Flash: 1980s (Oct 2011): "The Path Of True Love"
JLA 80-Page Giant #1 (1998): "The Secret Society of Super-Villains"
JLA 80-Page Giant #2 (1999): "With Friends Like These..."
DC Comics Presents: The Flash (October 2004): "The Fastest Man--Dead!"
Help, I have compulsory sports exams on Wednesday and Thursday, it’s been 3 years since I played sport 🤡 I have a racing event, I have the endurance of an asthmatic snail (• ▽ •;)
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Seeing your tags about boomerang is so true because yes some of the old comics had him being a bit of a racist due to the times when they released but it grew from that so he isn't a racist anymore, like you said his own mother is an Aboriginal woman, he would not be racist now and people who claim he still is are clearly projecting in my honest opinion 😒
To be clear, to anyone who may come after me for this ask because of some wonky wording, I specifically stated that I don't think he would vote against aboriginal rights, as his mother is canonically aboriginal, and by extension likely AT LEAST half aboriginal, assuming he's not adopted, but either way raised within the culture, and is therefore his culture. Not that it's impossible for him to be racist.
Disclaimer over, now for the meat and potatoes of this post....
Like even specifically He Is Explicitly Racist (like literally used racial slurs) stories that I could find were SPECIFICALLY from John Ostrander's 1987 Suicide Squad. He was not explicitly racist himself (even if his conception is at least a little racist since he's 100% white until the 2012 Suicide run changed that) before or after the fact.
The WEIRDEST PART THOUGH is that these people never actually seem to be projecting their own racism or something like that, because those posts were always SOOOO "this post is anti-Captain Boomerang" and trying to continue with this old characterization. Which even within the DC universe, has not been canon since Flashpoint. And even with then we had a soft reset post New 52 and then again with the Second Flashpoint.
What makes it WORSE is the the writers made a mistake with the Captain Boomerang we see in the 2012 Suicide Squad, mistakingly labeling him as Owen. When it's literally so clearly not Owen Mercer because everything before and after explicitly refers to him as Digger, which is a nickname associated with the first Captain Boomerang, George Harkness. Digger in reference to the Australian slang term for Soldier, which is in reference to the fact that he literally calls himself Captain despite having no connection to the military whatsoever.
Owen is like... Literally an American Guy. Like his mom's American and part of the Flash family tree, and then he was raised by White Americans in America from the looks of it. At least that's what Owen was associated with (along with crushing on a 16 year old Supergirl as a grown ass man, mind you. And then ALSO calling her jailbait in the same breath as claiming that he actually prefers older women) and even THAT version of Owen has been more or less tossed out the window with the fact since I guess he's like... A James Bond type villain turned civilian last we saw.
I'm serious btw. This is what we get in the 2012 Suicide Squad era.
Every part of his design SCREAMS George "Digger" Harkness, even if his characterization isn't the best because he's literally not a murderer, he's pretty much just a petty thief.
And what does Owen's Captain Boomerang costume look like???
This. The most definitely characteristics of Owen's costume is that he lacks the beanie, the trench coat (and instead opts for just a normal ass jacket) and his scarf is intentionally a callback to the original costume his father wore.
Like it's very clearly NOT Owen. Especially when the guy stars using Aussie slang, making it even more clear that it's literally not Owen.
I absolutely adore the way you draw George and Owen, they’re my two favourite dc characters and I love the way they look in your art style
Aaahhh!!! Thank you very much, it took me so long to figure out how to draw Digger well😭<3. It makes me happy to know that you like MiniDigger and Mini Owen 😭🙇🏻♀️🙇🏻♀️🙇🏻♀️
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Or, American authors vs the Glasgow burr and the Australian accent.
Evan McCulloch debuted in 1989 in Animal Man #8, which was written by the actually-Scottish Grant Morrison. And he talked like this:
Haw! Howzitgaun, pal! Name's McCulloch. But you can call me the Mirror Master. Awright? Well, come on, pal. Don't just sit there like a fart in a trance! Get up and fight!...."Uh"? "Whuh"? That's what I love about America, by the way. The high standard of education. Pure dead brilliant, so it is! And away and put some clothes on, you big dough-ball! I've just not got the heart to shoot a guy that look like a refugee toley-poker from Kelvinide!...Well, bugger this for a game of sojies! If you're not down here in three seconds flat, I'm coming up after you!....Well, you've been a bit of a troublemaker, haven't you? Messing up a military research program, assisting subversive animal rights groups. The people I work for want to teach you a wee lesson. They want you to know they can get you. Disny matter what you're doing or where you are. Your family as well. Distance no object.....That's something I forgot to mention about this place. It can get a wee bit confusing sometimes....What's up, pal? Wee bit too much of the bevvy? Here. Let me give you a hand.....Never mind, pal. Things might get a wee bit spooky when I'm about, but I'll let you in on a secret. It's all done with mirrors!
Heh! What a tosser!..Awright, awright. Keep your knickers on, hen. You're a right wee stoatir, eh?.....You're what you might call a human looking glass now....Serves you right as well, ya mental bastard! Anyway, hope you don't mind me using this family heirloom as a getaway mirror, but it's time I was on my weary way. Just you remember, this was only a warning. I'll leave you to reflect on that for a wee while.
Then, in Animal Man #21, Morrison gave us more of the accent, as well as McCulloch's moral code:
What have you done to your hair?...Aye, well, I suppose that's one way of putting it. What did you use? A combine harvester? Awright, awright. Now it's like what I told you...there's three of these guys, right? Corporate high heegins that didn't like the way their business was being hit by all youse environmentalists and greens and what-have-you. So they set up this wee boys club to help put the wind up people they thought might turn out to be dangerous. That's you we're talking about. A superhero fighting for animals? No way! So then they hires me to frighten you. But you wouldn't take a telling, so they decided to teach you a big lesson. When I said there was no way I was going to kill a woman and her weans, they gave my job to this other guy, right? "Lennox", the "White Owl"...don't know his real name. You listening to me? Eh...the phone might've been me. I tried to get in touch to warn you, like. I mean, I'd have done it sooner but the bastards at British Telecom cut my phone off after I never paid the bill...Aye. Right. Fair enough. Just don't kill them all until I've got back the money they owe me. Well? Come on and we'll do some damage....That's the place there. I managed to plant one of my special mirrors in the men's lavvies...that's the executive washroom to you. You listening? What you up to?...I'm getting worried about you, by the way. I mean, what's the game with that chib you've got in your pocket? Somebody could get a nasty cut off that thing, eh? I don't know....the goodies are worse than the baddies these days....You talk some amount of mince, pal. I'll tell you that for nothing. Planet Earth is calling, awright? Now, you see this here? All these mirrored windows everywhere these days. Pure magic, so it is! They're doing my job for me! You coming, then? I'm for a total rammy!...Howzitgaun, Mr. Brumley?...Naw, you can keep your heart condition. We just want your money! There you go, see? I've even brought your jaisket for you. And what's this? You 'blankety-blank" checkbook, and pen, if I'm not mistaken. And where's Mr. Lennox, by the by?....Aw, you don't say? Much is that you're giving me? On your bike, pal! That's sweetie-money. You can easy afford ten times that amount. And while we're at it, we'll have a million for Greenpeace. Gesture of goodwill, you might say. Aye, you're a saint, Mr. Brumley!....What in the name of...aw naw!... What? Ha! You must be joking!....I don't know. I'm still not sure how that one works. Right. I'm going to have a wee root around. See if there's anything worth nicking....Animal Man? That's me on my weary way now. Animal Man?....Aye. Well, you've made a right dog's dinner with old Lennox, eh?
Morrison also wrote McCulloch in one issue of the Flash (specifically, Flash vol. 2 #133):
Forget it, pal. She's away in a world of her own. Typical lassie, eh? It's what you might call a mirror dimension. Time goes backwards in there. And the further back you get, the faster it goes, know? So...the short story is I'm not sure when you guys started dating, but at the speed she's going, I'd say you've got about fifteen minutes before your classy bird there reverses right out of your life, big man. So think fast...Aye. Can't hear you. Can't see you. Can't feel you. Can't even smell your sweaty yellow boots anymore, Flash. Your wee lady here is in a world of her own. By the way, big man---I didn't save up for the shiny toys and the fancy dress for a lark, y'know. The name's Mirror Master, awright? Mind now? Flash versus Mirror Master. Just like the good ol' days, eh?....Ah, you greetin'-faced toilie! You should know the score by now. We're second-generation super-people. We're supposed to have a bad attitude. That's the keech in your coffee, pal...You try spending time in Hell. Watch this. Fast-breeding, self-reflecting holograms generated by a single code. Press the button and they breed like tims. Excellent, so they are....Eleven minutes? I thought you were the Flash. Eleven minutes is like a fortnight in Rothesay to you....But I'm not even here, pal. See?...Nine minutes. Ding-dong! Avon calling!.....You, pal, are talking to a Scottish creep, and believe me, its a proud family tradition. Check the mirrors. There was something that old-fashioned guy said on the Hogmannay show, what was it again? Something about seeing ourselves as others see us? That's what all youse see now when you look in the mirrors. It's a hypnotic induction code, they call it. All done with subliminal lights on my suit. Scary biscuits, eh?
Occh, shut up. There's loads of good books in Braille. Like Playboy, big man. Ha Ha! Ha Ha! Only joking. Look at this, eh? Sorry, you can't look, can you? Hold on. I'll try and describe it: these wee gizmos do the business, man. They reflect empty space. Aw, its mad physics, know? Look at that, eh? Surrealism! That's like a ten jelly trip to some of these wee guys in the schemes! So where's the super-polis? Cause I'm right out the window with everybody's money in a minute. Ahh...the bank that likes tae say yes. As they say on the telly, Is the manager in? Seven and a half minutes on the clock, Flash. Guy's a total spastic. Bet he's still tryin to figure out how to et out of that rainbow Flash trap. I'm just thinking about him running about like a loony, man. SU-perb. Know something? They're right about money bein the root of evil and all that. Cause I'm telling you, man. I take one look at this and I'm feeling like a right evil swine. Gaun yourself, McCulloch....Away and raffle yourself! I'd like to see you do any better with the wall mirrors and a old filling. Get stuck into him, wee man!...Awright, man? How's it going?....I didn't expect you for another two seconds. That wee mirror world is excellent, isn't it? The backwards signs are a dead giveaway though. Still, never mind. Your card's marked now. Cheerio.... Eh?...Are you a head-case or something? I can't do hee-haw without the central processor!...Aye. I'm serious. Awright...the stolen dosh, the escape plan, the lassie moving backwards in time...that wee dollybird you're going out with is going to disappear back into her maw's belly if I don't find the gadgets to get this working again. Kudzu Tech in Singapore's the only place that makes them...What's the matter with you? English your second language or something? I said the wee one!...That's the boy. Were in business again. A whole minute left to save your sex life.....You don't. That's the choice you have to make, big man. Me or the bird.....Why does anybody do anything? The money, man. We do it for the money. A guy can never have enough notes in his pockets. To buy better gizmos and pull bigger jobs to make more money to buy better gizmos and pull bigger jobs. It's a bit like two mirrors reflecting into infinity, know?...But I'm a man of my word. Tell that wee doll of yours I was asking for her....The game's a bogy! None of the gizmos are working!...Eh? Are you joking? Is a wee polis cell with no windows supposed to put my gas at a peep? I've got the brains and the toys to turn this whole city into something out of Salvador Dali, man!...Aw, c'mon.....Aye, fair enough. The thing with the lights was a wee cracker. You win fair and square.
As you can see, Morrison's take on Evan McCulloch talked a lot, and with a very distinctive Glasgow burr--but without the extensive phonetic spelling that other writers used to make it clear that the character was, in fact, Scottish. Instead, Morrison primarily relies on cultural references and regionally specific slang. Since Morrison is from Scotland, it isn't surprising that the depiction comes across as authentic, even if I have no idea what McCulloch is supposed to be saying at least a quarter of the time.
Unfortunately for later writers, Morrison's voice for Evan was extremely distinctive, and very difficult for writers from other backgrounds to copy.
Thus, a recurring parade of (mostly) American authors vs the Glasgow burr began.
Mark Waid was first, in Flash vol. 2 #105:
Hurn...hurn...Believe me, Flash--a' did not know there were such dangerous creatures in this place. Hurn...hurn...All a' did was smash one wee mirror--an' it started a chain reaction. Before a' knew it there was a beastie after me....A' need your help, laddie....No, laddie. That's not the problem. The problem is...a'm in love. Do ye think only lads on th' right side of th' law c'n take a fancy t' someone?
Then I found somethin’ left by ma predecessor--the first Mirror Master--as a’ was muckin about his old lab. A sheaf o’ notes, y’see. Representin’ his research into somethin' called anti-tachyons. The kind o’ notes that might give a smart lad like me a door into the flippin’ mirror dimension. Mind ye, it took courage to make th journey. But a' could not live in my predecessor’s shadow forever.....Still a’ was struck dumb by what a' saw, ma poor heart pumpin' so hard a' thought it'd burst. It was th' flip side t' every reflective surface on Earth--every bit o' glass an' chrome an' soda water. The first Mirror Master must have spied on his marks here.
As you can see, the phonetic spelling becomes much more prominent when Waid attempts to write the accent, and Evan's casual, almost rambling style of conversation is swapped out for something more serious and straightforward.
Waid also, unfortunately, kind of mucks up Evan's moral code by making him a predatory stalker.
Then Geoff Johns took his crack at the accent.
He started out effectively doing a variation on Waid's version of the accent, as seen in the Wonderland arc:
It does look a wee bit bad on my part, don't it? But yer as much at fault as I am, Cold......Y'know they aren't real, don't ye? Nothing in this place is, Flash! Just smoke and mirrors. Hard light constructions. An exact copy a' the real world, with a few alterations. A virtual prison...or paradise depending on your point of view. And that's what all matter and light really is. Reality is just an objective point of view.....'Ere's the one...that'll do me....We've got ta get out soon, Flash. Like I told ye, our presence is gonna cause this place ta fold in on itself. That glimmer there, it's the start. I just need a large, reflective surface ta---.......It was taken. Yeah, "lifted up", awright? When something travels ta another world via the mirror lands, it leaves a kind a' soot behind. Nasty stuff, like this.....Light waves have been striking this sign all day. By twisting the photon impressions and expanding them into the visible spectrum, well....it's like watching yer TV at fast forward.
McCulloch also briefly became a comic book science exposition machine.
Then the accent starts becoming a bit more erratic, as seen in Flash vol. 2 #212 (Johns' Evan spotlight issue):
I know what a lot of 'em say about us. 'Bout the Rogues. Dressin’ in these bleedin’ costumes. Playing snakes and ladders with the Flash. Howzitgaun, Alice?...O'er here, Alice.....That's seven years bad luck. Or.. it woulda been.....I don't have too many memories from early on. Nothin' before those days at the orphanage in Kirkcaldy. It was like them Anderson fairy tales. The real ones. Nasty stories a' revenge and death and all. Not them kiddie versions. I was left on the doorstep, wrapped in a blanket. A picture of m' parents slipped inside. A real tear-jerker, eh? Miss McCulloch was th' one who found me there. She ran that house like the old lady who lived in a shoe. Tried ta be a mother to us all. Still remember that smell of hers. Like cinnamon and soap. From the cookin' and the cleanin'. Aye. Cinnamon and soap...made the world awright.....I still send Miss McCulloch a share from every job I pull. Help keep that place up. S'all anonymous a' course. Every Scotsman knows--ye never do a good deed just ta brag about it, do ye? Ye just do it cuz it's right.
Next thing I know, I run inta this fellah named Weather Wizard. One of the Rogues. Bunch a' thieves and such. Always goin' up against the Flash. Welcomes me ta the game. Says we oughta team up....Fightin' the Flash. Fastest Man Alive. Ain't so fast ta me. I weave webs a' light. Hero versus villain. Villain versus hero. That's what I do now. Th' great American way.
Naw, Cold. Got me own plans tonight....The real world...S'just not for me. Spat on my face, took my life and twisted it around. Made me inta somethin' I didn' choose ta be. I ain't ever goin' back. I ain't ever leaving Wonderland.
Note: Evan's "plans" are doing cocaine in a gross bathroom. And his accent seems to vacillate between Scottish and "tough guy American" between sentences.
Eventually, Johns apparently just quit trying altogether, which gave us the utterly bizarre hodgepodge accent we saw in Rogues Revenge #2:
No one’s said no to ’im....Who done it, Gambi?...Aye. There yeh are. Stupid %$&@#s.....Aye. Quit yer whinin', eh?....Kid might not be James Jesse...but ah'm not Sam Scudder. Difference between us and yeh carryin' on...our predecessors aren't breathin', eh?.....Aye. Yoor father's waitin'....What don't yeh get?....We went light on 'em considerin' what they did ta Gambi and diggin' up Cold's old man. Take uh long look at them pretenders, eh? Yeh think the Rogues jus' welcomed me in wit' open arms 'cause I wuz wearin' this getup? There wuz another Mirror Master before me, and takin' his place weren't nothin' easy. They made me earn it. Yeh want to stick around insteada endin' up like those pretenders...yeh gotta earn it too....Yeh don't tell Cold why yeh wanna be here--yeh tell him why ya need ta be here.
I think he has like 5 different accents here. In particular, "gotta" does not seem as though it would read super naturally with a Scottish accent, and "Who done it, Gambi?", feels more like a working-class American accent.
Most recently, Si Spurrier took a crack at the accent:
Och---how about that? Set a big aul' bear trap in case one o' youse speedsters tracks us doon--instead we catch a scrawny wee rodent. Yeh weren't invited, lass....Aye. But well-informed or otherwise, I've no use for a bairn playin' the big shot. Be a terrible waste o' all this tech, lettin' a wee brat like ye ruin the operation. Time to shut it doon. And ye can just bloody burn, eh?....Well, well, well. What do we have here? A pair o' wee bugs, caught between th’ walls....Heh. The bairn cannae hear ye, lass. Astral membranes, y’see? Parabolic mirrors, makin’ loops ootae light and space...even aul’ Wally couldnae get close....Oh, aye. This is all for him. Isolatin’ him...breakin’ him doon...showin’ him what he needs to see. Be a real pain in the jacksie if not fer th’ reward...Heh. Youse two are cute. And right. In about three seconds Little Miss Science Class there's due tae make a wee breakthrough with, ahh...interestin' side effects...Hah! Not me, laddie. Her. She's tinkerin' wi' cosmic craziness now. I just...focused it a wee bit. Funny thing is, this is exactly how I lured aul' Wally into a trap the first time round. Hah! And you know the best part? She thinks it's all her idea! Enjoy yer new wavelengths, kiddies. And, eh...say hullo to the other lads.
I think he's got the best version of the accent we've seen since Morrison--although given how bizarre Johns' take was, that might not be saying all that much.
Digger serves as an interesting counterpoint to Evan, because, while he is Australian, he was not created by an Australian writer, so his accent does not have a "normal" or "mostly correct" baseline. Instead, we get an accumulation of writers gradually remembering that Australian people have different accents from Americans and attempting to demonstrate that fact.
John Broome (first appearance, Flash vol. 1 #117 in 1960): Well, sink me if this isn't an incredible coincidence! Here I was just prepared to launch myself on a new chapter of my criminal career--using a boomerang--when I read this advertisement! "Will become national celebrity"!...Hmmm! I intended to do that anyway but this will make it easy! And I shouldn't have any trouble landing the job considering the years I spent in the Australian bush hiding out from the law....Tip-top, Mr. Wiggins!....I couldn't have designed a better one if I'd done it myself!....Yes, sir---so far everything is working out great! I've got the job---and the uniform! From now on my plan ought to roll....The police? Ha ha! Small chance they have of catching me! I've thought of everything. Even if the Flash should get on my tail--I have a plan for that too!
If he didn't mention the Australian bush, you wouldn't know he was Australian at all.
Cary Bates, Flash vol. 1 #227 (1974): Blimey! I was enjoying the ride to the new state pen! So why this stopover?....Good! I hope you get blown up instead of me! Hey, how about taking off this bloody straightjacket while I'm locked up here?...Thanks a heap, creep!...I have to hand it to myself for planning ahead for tough times like this! Last year I went to every jail within a hundred miles of Central City, secretly planting special getaway boomerangs! As each getawayrang was tossed into a cell, it dropped out of sight, where it would remain unexpected till an emergency rose. And me in a straightjacket on the way to the choky sure ranks in the emergency department!.....From me to you, Barry Allen...for rubbing me the wrong way! Huh? The bloke popped out of sight!...Th-the Flash? Where from down under did he come from?
Cary Bates realizes that Digger is supposed to have an accent. Unfortunately, his ability to indicate that in this issue is limited to "blimey", "bloke", and "bloody", none of which are exclusively Australian, and which ultimately leaves him sounding...arguably kind of British.
This issue also introduced us to Digger's Pre-Crisis dad, Aussie Green, who, in spite of his name, sounded even more British than his son:
Ha! Even if those bobbies check out every nut and bolt on that wagon, they'll find no bomb. The call was a hoax, engineered to get Digger off the street and into police headquarters.....He's wakin' up, son. You sure he won't be vibratin' himself loose?....Bully! It makes the perfect ending for my scrapbook!
"Bully"? Is this guy Theodore Roosevelt or what? And "bobbies", of course, is slang for London police officers.
Bates continued to attempt the accent, but it quickly became clear that the only words he knew to indicate "Australian" were the aforementioned "bloody", "blimey", and "bloke", plus "fair dinkum" and "mate":
Flash vol. 1 #243-244, Bates: But what did the old boy in?...I've always pegged Flash for a millionaire playboy!....Blimey! That rat's gonna take Central City with him!....Ah, there you are, old foe! Perfect timing, I must say!...How droll! But it will take more than quick quips to help you now!...Too stunned for words, Flash? It's just what it looks like--a remote-controlled fleet of flying boomerangs!...That's it, Flash. Go into your old routine--launch a protective air-break with your super-speed--because it's your super-speed that's powering the special batteries in my boomerangs. That now makes them as fast as you--and more deadly.....Easy for you to say, Weather Wizard. Obviously you didn't run into the Flash--since he was busy fighting me!....And less than half a day until zero hour! Fellow Rogues, it's going to be a squeaker!....After all, the poor bloke is dead!.....Blimey, mate! Don't you recognize the voice of Weather Wizard when you hear it?...Aren't you cutting this short? In six minutes, the city goes boom!...That's fair dinkum, Wiz!
"How droll" is especially hilarious. That's a very posh exclamation there, Digger.
Bates again, Flash vol. 1 #278: Blimey! I can hardly contain myself--I'm so anxious to see my new acquisitions! Ah! These incredibly rare necklaces of crimson pearls are even more breathtaking than my underworld snitch said they were! Yes, indeed! I'll wager every costumed villain in Central City had their eye on these beauties--but not one of them acted fast enough to beat me to the punch!...You got me, Flash--dead to rights! I know from past experience it would be foolish for me to go up against your speed in a situation like this! I'm all yours, bloke! That is, heh heh, if you'll be in any condition to take me!.....Impressive, eh, Flash! My electro-boomerangs emit spark-trails carrying a deadly 5,000 volts apiece!....That's just to keep you occupied while their two companions swoop in to do their thing!....A-all right, Flash. You foiled my escape---but I'm not through fightin'--.... I was just there to party and pick pockets! Murdering a woman is beneath a gentleman like me, Flash!...Blimey! What's he up to?
I miss non-murderous pseudo-gentlemanly thief Digger. Even if he sounded like an American guy pretending to be Australian by using vague slang.
Bates again, #310: W.W. Wiggins is the man solely responsible for all the great monetary gain I've acquired since I left the Outback and came to America. True, I've made and lost several fortunes over the years, but such are the pratfalls of a master criminal's life. Still, I never would've amounted to anything more than a petty thief--if it wasn't for the way Willard Wiggins took me under his wing years ago! I owe the man--and now that this Colonel Computron bloke is out to nail his hide, now is the time for Digger Harkness to repay an old debt! Chin up, WW! A helping hand is on the way!....It's been quite a few toy-seasons, hasn't it, WW, since you hired an out-of-work Australian to become the public spokesperson for your first big seller--the Wiggins boomerang! I'm indebted to you, WW...and Digger Harkness--alias Captain Boomerang--always repays a debt! Little did I know the costume you created for me that season would inspire me to become a first-class criminal!...Appreciate the compliment, mate! But as I said, I'm here to balance the books after all these years...What you need is protection! The kind only I can provide!...Well, WW...if you insist on paying me for my services....Appreciate the poignant sentiment, Flash--but this scorpion is about to fly! Many thanks, old foe! I couldn't have managed this getaway without you!...Blimey! Shot down by Colonel Computron!....Computron, you're a corrupt and wicked bloke---which means you have all the makings of a splendid accomplice!
You know Digger is Australian because he says he's Australian and says "mate".
In all seriousness, I actually find pre-Crisis Digger's insistence on paying debts--both positive and negative---really interesting.
Flash #311, still Bates: A boomerang, WW! I knew you wouldn't mind if I smoked!...Greetings, old foe! I had every confidence it wouldn't take long at all for my latest toy to attract your attention!.....Uh oh! This must be where Flash and I get off! The boomerang was primed to fling us several centuries into the past...we couldn't be very precise! Regardless of the exact year, we calculated the arrival would take place somewhere over the South Pacific--which means a splashdown in the ocean--and my parents never taught little Digger how to swim!...Well, blow me down! It appears we've lucked out and snagged ourselves in the sails of an 18th-century pirate ship on the South Seas!.....(Here he starts doing his best pirate voice) Avast, mateys--that scarlet swab is with me--Digger the Deadly!...Er...look ahoy! That's my ship up there! I'm a sky-pirate-I sail the clouds!...(Back to normal) Captain Boomerang is the name--and boomerangs are my game, you scurvy degenerates!...Limey? How dare you accuse me of being a lowly Englishman? If you wretches had any culture you'd be able to tell I'm a proud Australian...I have a confession for you, Flash. If Computron hadn't double-crossed me first, I would've finked out on him--as soon as we boomeranged you out of the picture! You see, I owe someone else a debt!....Blimey!
Digger adopting the stereotypical pirate accent (which is, from my understanding, a variation/exaggeration of the British West Country accent) is hilarious, because now we have a supposedly Australian guy who talks like a confused American attempting a British accent who is putting on a West Country accent. Are you confused yet?
Also, hey, Bates expanded his slang roster to include the word "limey!"
I think Bates had never talked to an Australian person in his life. Which is why Digger's dad is British and Digger is...all the accents.
If Bates knew a total of six slang words and used them on rotation, Len Wein apparently looked up "Australian slang" and then used every term he could find:
Len Wein, 1980 Batman comic: Okay, cobbers! That's far enough!...I gave you a chance, mates, but if it's a fight you want--Captain Boomerang will be more than happy to give you one! Tell your boss that was only a warning! He owes me one million dollars--and he's got 24 hours to pay me!....Wrong, cobber! I've barely begun! Lor', but I hate this cronky town! I never would've come here from Central City if it wasn't for my million quid! That swag was my retirement fund--and I'll not see it stolen by any fast-talking high-living silvertail! It's really rum--downright ironic! The one time I play the game by their rules--and it's me who gets taken for a sucker! Well, nobody crosses Digger Harkness and gets away with it! I took the simple weapon of the Australian bushmen---and made the use of it an art! I'm a jack who always pays his debts--and always delivers! That fat spruiker owes me, and he's going to pay me--one way or the other!...Aye, a fair dinkum choice indeed, for a last meal! It's taken me a long time to find you, mat--I've come for my money!... That's as close as you come, cobber! I know all about you...As I've heard it, you can kill a jack with your bare hands--so you'll forgive me if I cosh you before you can lay those hands on me! Now get your big duff out of that chair, fat man--and get me my money!...You sold short the stock I had all my retirement swag in--and the barmy thing collapsed!... (after knocking out Batman) You gave it a fair dinkum try, cobber--but fair isn't good enough when you're dealing with the likes of me!...Nothin' permanent, mate--you're simply tied to my giant rocket-powered boomerang...But you needn't worry about dying of asphyxiation, mate!
CAN YOU TELL HE'S AUSTRALIAN YET?
Conversely, Doug Moench basically didn't bother with the accent at all:
Batman #388, 1985, written by Doug Moench: You fool, Mirror Master! The night guard was almost here---before my boomerang made a round-trip visit to his noggin...Revenge, mate. A score to settle...Listen, ace! This boomerang was good enough to....Of course, mate. But I'm tellin' ya, the Batman--....I hear ya, Mirror Master!...Yeah? Have fun looking in your mirrors, chump--after I've humiliated you!...Yoicks!....Scudder's a vain, arrogant fool--not caring if everyone in Gotham's underworld knew he was in town, and not even bothering to keep his hideout a secret. Mirrors everywhere, of course....Understand, mate?
If he didn't say "mate" one time he would sound entirely American.
Finally, around 1987, John Ostrander got ahold of the character for Suicide Squad, and effectively pinned down the character's "modern" accent:
John Ostrander, Suicide Squad #44; 1990: Yuh. Listen, mate--make it George while we're here. It's only my bleedin' name, after all. Strewth, I'm bloody surprised it's here at all….Well, g'day yourself, ya bloody great goolah!....Ta, mate!....Get stuffed. You don't own me. You never did. You never did a bloody thing for me when I was a kid, so don't come all high and bloody mighty now!...It's fair dinkum! You know it!....You want to barney? Come on, galah! I've had it with you Yanks! You can all stuff it!
It's still very much "I AM AUSTRALIAN", but at least it sounds slightly more like a normal person talking.
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