This is a direct followup to Part One.
The Answers
Will the move to Earth elevate the narrative?
Yes—though the villains remain unchanged. Two new leaders step in, but they’re just as ineffectual as the underlings they command.
Will the ladies of RWBY age up?
Yes. The Justice Leaguers regain their adult forms, and the RWBY girls mature into young adults to match. The result is a slightly more grounded dynamic, though not a substantially better story.
Will Yang emerge fully from the closet?
In the closing moments, yes. The film’s first ending is, ahem, a freeze-frame. A still image of the two groups celebrating over punch. In the background, Yang kisses Blake Belladonna.
So that’s that. Yellow and black unite in canonized courtship. All the haters can suck it.
Splendid.
Now What?
Are we supposed to watch more RWBY? No chance of that. Lesbiantics aside.
I did some research. This kiss between Blake and Yang is considered a milestone in the RWBY canon—hinted at elsewhere but depicted here with finality.
Therefore—hooray.
But when does it stop being boring? Because boredom is the only consistent tone this crossover manages to sustain. The final 22 minutes are excruciating.
And it doesn’t help that the Justice League has become bloated. We’ve got Jessica Cruz—so why do we also need tiger lady? She adds nothing but noise.
The story starts with promise. Early in Part One, Ruby and Yang meet Cal. When he timidly suggests they call him “Superman,” they laugh. His mythic stature has evaporated. It’s a surprisingly effective deconstruction.
And then it vanishes.
Whatever spark this crossover had quickly collapses into a narrative whimper.
The Villains
Not helpful. One is a recycled RWBY baddie reborn as a cyborg fop with Doc Ock arms, sputtering nonsense. Somehow, he still outshines the DC-side antagonist.
Killgore.
That’s the name.
It’s awful. “Kill” and “gore” back-to-back? That’s not a name—it’s a red flag. It’s phony, try-hard nonsense.
Killgore screeches like a neglected child. Which is irritating—but probably intended as comic relief?
Now we’ve got a swollen Justice League and the extended RWBY roster fighting two soulless entities: a malfunctioning robot and a shrill algorithm. It’s humanity versus hardware, but with no real emotional weight.
Nobody gets hurt. No one cries. And no heterosexual tension even tries to make the guest list.
In this world, women kiss women. And that is all.
Let’s break it down.
A kiss—any kiss—is a private expression. Or should be. Gender doesn’t change that. when it’s staged in a group photo, it’s no longer a moment. It’s marketing.
We’re not witnessing Blake and Yang share affection in secret. We’re being handed a glossy printout. A choreographed declaration.
There’s no shame being shattered. No cage being broken. So what’s the applause for?
Two animated girls, finally free—of what?
Of restraint, apparently. Not the stage. They’re still under lights. Still hitting their mark. Still begging for reaction.
Crossover event endings are permanent. The story’s done. So why not surprise us?
Let Bruce and Weiss hook up in the Hall of Justice coat closet.
But no. Too risky. One gay kiss is safe. Manageable. Test audience approved.
Because kissing, in this context, isn’t intimacy—it’s broadcast. It’s a press release. A still frame meant to say:
“Hey world. I want to have sex with this thing.”
Or that thing.
And that’s your finale.
★★★
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