I did a thing and the thing did another thing and it just got out of hand beyond that.
I'm new to the Wonderbat fandom, but I'm pretty damn sure I've been shipping them since I was like nine. It's gotten to a point where I am possessive on Batman/Wonder Woman's behalf when I read/see them with anyone else. It is so unhealthy.
AND THEN THE URGES CAME.
I love the Batclan in all its glory; Dick, Tim, Babs, Cass, Steph, everyone.
...okay I may not like Jason or Damian that much but that's okay.
This is just a thing where Wonder Woman meets the Batclan and things like that I don't know man okay it's been four days since I've had any decent sleep because of Injustice: Gods Among Us.
That's a great game btw Nightwing so sexy unf.
MOVING ON.
The first time she met the Wayne family, it was on duty.
Or rather, she was executing her duty as a member of the League and checking up on Batman. Several calls into his comm-link and J'onn's attempt at finding him telepathically had brought minimal results. Apparently the Batcave was impenetrable when Batman wanted it to be.
As was his brain.
Gotham was as dark and ominous as ever. The rise and dip of buildings in the shadows, some low and square and aged; others kissing the sky and clouds well beyond her line of sight. The bright lights of the city were as dim and seedy as its alleyways, filled with the homeless and the hopeless and all the things in between. Still though, as she flew silently in the cool darkness of the skies above them, Diana couldn't help but admire Gotham in its flawed beauty.
She flew low enough to view the rooftops and gargoyles, but high enough to keep from sight – the last thing she needed was to alert the Gothamites of her presence and incite the wrath of their Dark Knight.
Bruce hadn't been all too gentle with his distaste at having metahumans in his city.
There was a shift in the shadows; vaguely she could see the sharp tip of his cowl and the broad plane of his shoulders. There you are. With the breeze behind her, Wonder Woman floated down gently onto the damp cement, landing with a graceful ease and the quiet thud of her heeled boots on the ground. She made no move to shield neither her movements nor her approach, but as she stepped closer to the dark shadow of the man, she was surprised at the way his head seemed to perk up at her presence.
"You're a hard man to find, Batman," she announced, smirking to herself as the silhouette whirled to her in surprise. It wasn't every day that you got the drop on Batman – if ever, really.
He was, after all, the Batman.
She paused a slight distance from him, planting her hands on her hips as she regarded the man with a mixture of amusement and some form of exasperated concern. He'd turned to her completely, but did nothing more than brood silently in the dark like a statue – a statue in a defensive stance. She pursed her lips. "You know you can't keep avoiding us as and when you please, Bruce. Some of us actually care about you outside of the League, and when you drop off the face of the Earth like this, I can't help but assume the worst."
Batman blinked, and for a moment Diana swore she saw confusion in the white lenses of his cowl. He took a step towards her, into the dim light from the streetlamps around them, and Diana was immediately alert. There was something wrong with this Batman – everything wrong, actually. His shoulders, though broad, were not the powerful shoulders of Bruce Wayne; his build was much leaner – much younger. The jawline and chin that the cowl revealed was nothing near the stubborn set of the Batman she knew well.
She stepped back, bright blue eyes wide for but a moment before narrowing indignantly. "Impostor!" She set her feet apart, fists raised and ready as all sorts of horrid things that might've happened to Bruce filled her mind and blazed through her eyes like the heat of Tartarus' flames. With the pounding of her heart in her ears, Diana gave a frightening war cry, and attacked.
The impostor-Batman's eyes widened as he staggered away from the enraged Amazon. "Whoa, wait a second -!" he sputtered, but there was already a fist slamming into his jaw. He staggered; swearing breathlessly as the pain bloomed along his face like a sledgehammer had slapped him across the face. Struggling to blink away the stars, he bore his teeth, just barely raising his arm to ward off the next blow. It was futile though when Wonder Woman brought her other hand up and grasped him by the neck in a vice.
She lifted him like a feather.
"Wait!" he sputtered, clawing at the woman's hand desperately as her fingers drew in tighter into his neck. He choked on a breath, flailing his feet that dangled inches off the ground as he struggled to explain himself. "It's not what you think -!"
"What have you done to Batman?" Diana demanded instead, glaring murderously at the man. Her hand itched to rip the cowl from his head, so disgusted she was at knowing that an impostor had summoned the gall to don the mask of Batman and tarnish it in any way he pleased. Her eyes narrowed dangerously when he sputtered, lips curling into a snarl. "I won't ask again, charlatan," she growled. Her grip nearly punched through the Kevlar around his throat.
The impostor sucked in a desperate breath. "C-Cass," he rasped, and Diana frowned.
Whump!
Diana stumbled forward in surprise, whirling at the sudden attack and glaring at the new assailant – he too wore a modified version of Batman's costume. "I will not tolerate this," she growled, and tossed the Batman she was holding aside to face this new one. Facing him fully, Diana realized that it was in fact, a she, and that the she was rather petite in size. She wore a cowl pulled fully over her face, with the cowl's space for her chin stitched shut to hide her mouth and nose. Her white lenses narrowed at her silently, and Diana saw her hands fist tight.
She charged wordlessly, and Diana met her with vigor.
Meanwhile, the abandoned Batman struggled to his feet, sucking in air greedily into his lungs as he pressed a hand to his communicator. "Anyone want to tell me why Wonder Woman almost ripped my throat out?" he gasped breathlessly, watching as Wonder Woman caught the smaller girl by the cape and slammed her into the ground. He flinched, rushing forward and throwing himself onto Wonder Woman's back, pulling her away from the girl. He tried his best to explain, but Wonder Woman was having none of it, and threw him quite literally across the rooftop. Stone crumbled beneath him as he landed on the other end, just barely keeping balance as he crumbled to his knees.
Christ, he would bruise for weeks.
"Tim!" he called sharply, pulling out his grapple.
The communicator beeped. "Did I hear that right? Wonder Woman? What's she doing here?"
"Beats me, but you need to tell the old man before she beats Cass into the ground," he grunted, and fired the grapple – aiming low.
Wonder Woman grunted in surprise as she tumbled to the ground, immobile as it seemed as the bat-grapple locked itself tightly around her ankles. She snarled viciously, rolling onto her back as she reached for the wires, only to be stopped by the pair looming over her. The smaller one straddled her then, making quick work with binding her hands with her own lasso. Diana's eyes flared indignantly. "How dare you -!"
"Easy," the impostor soothed her, but the near-similar growl of his voice to Batman's had her thrashing harder. "We're not impostors, Wonder Woman – we're working with Bruce, believe it or not." The dry amusement in his voice told her that he knew quite intimately of Batman's preference to working alone. He knelt down beside her, reaching out tentatively for the lasso as the girl stepped off and away from Wonder Woman. He met Diana's gaze, offering her a small, uncertain smile.
"Look," he said quietly, fingers unknotting the lasso. "We got off on the wrong foot. It's understandable, but I promise you that we're here on Batman's own orders." Looping the lasso back neatly, he handed it back to its rightful owner, stepping back as Diana rose to her feet.
Wonder Woman eyed them suspiciously still; particularly this near-clone of Bruce. "Who are you?" she demanded.
Slowly, the Batman smiled – the Wayne smile. It terrified her. "Why don't we let the real Batman tell you."
The Batcave was a cold and unwelcoming as she last remembered it to be. Granted, she had only been in the cave twice before in her life, Diana knew that very little had changed about it since her last visit. All except for perhaps the fact that these two masked Bat…clan members (?) even knew about the Batcave. Nothing made sense to her at all, but this troubled her more than the fact that Bruce had actually sent them out to patrol on his behalf.
Was he alright?
Diana landed quietly just as Batman II and his…sidekick dismounted the sleek motorcycle he'd parked beside the Batmobile. She watched them carefully, trailing after them as they began to ascend the steps up into Wayne Manor. They seemed to be familiar with the cave and the manor; if not simply from the fact that they had access to the cave and the manor, but for the way Batman II skimmed the tips of his gloved hands across the cave walls with an almost wistful familiarity. The girl had said nothing at all to either of them, moving as silently and almost as petulantly as the real Batman did.
Every so often she would glance at Diana, but that was all she did to acknowledge the Champion of the Amazon.
Diana wasn't exactly sure she liked it.
"Here we are," Batman II announced cheerfully, pushing the cave entrance door open into the study, stepping into the brightly lit room and holding the grandfather clock open for Diana to step through. "Welcome to Wayne Manor, Wonder Woman."
"It's lovely to see you again, Lady Diana." Alfred stood just by the doorway of the study, impeccable as always, though the corner of his mouth twitched every so often. "Although I should hope to greet you at the front door the next time you visit, Your Grace."
As perplexed and frustrated as she was with the situation, Diana couldn't help but smile warmly at the sight of the English butler. "Hello, Alfred. It's been a while since I've been around the manor." From beside her, she could see Batman II sputtering at the knowledge that she'd been to the manor before. Evidently Bruce had drilled it into his…protégés as well, about his rules on metas in his city.
The butler returned the smile readily, stepping up to the three as he regarded Batman II and the silent one rather gravely. "Master Bruce was rather surprised to hear of your arrival to Gotham this evening, Your Highness, but I should hope that your escorts have been treating you well upon arrival." One white brow rose almost threateningly at the pair.
Diana smiled wryly, glancing apologetically at Batman II. "They've been more than welcoming," she assured him. "It is I who made assumptions." Presently though her brows wrinkled, and Diana frowned worriedly as she met Alfred's gaze. "Where is Bruce? Is he alright? We've been trying to reach him from the Tower, but he hasn't responded to any of our comm-links, and J'onn couldn't penetrate the barriers through the Batcave."
"He's a little…under the weather," Batman II supplied, and motioned for her to follow him to the upper floor. Diana went willingly, sparing Alfred a grateful smile as she trailed after the masked duo up to the room she knew to be Bruce's bedroom. Wordlessly the girl pushed the bedroom door open, and left Batman II and Diana in her wake as she revealed to them Bruce Wayne…
…wrapped up in his pajamas and bundled in a mountain of blankets.
Diana blinked, and suppressed the great urge to rush to his side. "Bruce?"
Bruce Wayne grunted at the sight of her, pushing the blankets away from his body irritably even as the silent girl pushed them back over his body. "Diana," he croaked, and it was enough to bring Wonder Woman to his side. He sat up with some effort, but did not rebuke her when she rested her hand against his forehead. "What're you doing here?"
"Looking for you, you stubborn man," she told him, sighing when she felt the heat of his skin burn into her palm. "Oh Bruce…." Her eyes softened sadly, her hand cupped his jaw gently. "You haven't been taking care of yourself." The reproach came affectionately, and Batman II shuffled about uncomfortably behind her.
He cleared his throat quietly, bringing the attention of the pair to him. "We figured we should let you explain to her why we're patrolling for you." Under his Kevlar, his neck throbbed quietly in memory of Diana's slender fingers nearly ripping through to his skin, but he brushed it aside. Hey, it wasn't every day you got to tell somebody you got choked out by Wonder Woman.
Sighing heavily, Bruce glanced from his protégés to Diana, pursing his lips at the way her cerulean eyes bore worriedly into his face. A quick onceover on the Princess had assured him that she was unharmed, but he knew that there was no getting out of this, one way or another. He had hoped that the League would've left him in peace – there hadn't been anything drastically serious for them to need him; he'd been keeping an eye out.
Of course, he hadn't anticipated Wonder Woman making a personal house visit.
With an inward sigh, Bruce raised his watery blue eyes to meet Diana's. "I see you've met my kids."
I have no idea where this is going but IT'S GOING.