This is my first attempt writing for the new movie universe DC has planned. While I don't think BvS was that good of a movie (yes I said it), I thought there was a lot for authors like myself to work with. In particular, Batman and Wonder Woman's flirting game of cat and mouse.

This takes place before Suicide Squad, and incorperates a whole bunch of DC characters. I'll also be doing some educated guesses for how the Wonder Woman solo movie will go. Most chapters will hopefully be longer, between 2000-2500 words. Hopefully, you'll enjoy (and maybe review).

Batcave, below Wayne Manor, outside Gotham City

He knew he shouldn't have been enthralled. But he was.

"I've known a few women like you."

"There are no women like me."

Diana's words went through Bruce Wanye's head again as the two of them used the Batcave's computers to search again for metahumans. It had been a month since Superman, aka Clark Kent, had been buried, a sacrifice to end Lex Luthor's vain ambitions. And now it was just the two of them against any threat at Superman's level or greater, at least until others could be found.

True, Bruce had had his fair share of beautiful, strong-willed women. Talia and Selina came to mind. But neither of them could hold their own against Superman in terms of strength. That alone made her worth looking into. And to keep close at hand.

"There, this one." Diana pointed at a man dressed in a black and green suit, projecting some sort of green energy from his finger. "Hal Jordan. Air Force pilot, though he goes AWOL for unspecified lengths of time." Luthor's database was very thorough. He'd assembled an entire catalog of metahumans and everything that was known about them for the day Luthor would deal with them. And the file for Clark Kent was the largest of them all.

And now he was dead. It was just Bruce and Diana left to pick up the pieces and gather reinforcements. Alfred walked in with two bottles of iced tea. "As ordered, Master Wayne and Ms. Prince."

"Thank you." Bruce read into the file of Jordan's background: Hal's father had also been a pilot, and died when Hal was young. His son followed in his footsteps until an unknown object crashed in Coast City in California, not far from where Jordan worked as a test pilot. The disappearances began not long after that. They'd need to investigate further. That would start tomorrow. As Bruce escorted Diana to her late model Ferrari (clearly not belonging to her) he had to ask: "How do you deal with the loss?"

"You mean Clark Kent? His death was done to save us all."

"Not him. I meant Steve Trevor."

Her eyes widened. Steve's name had not been uttered by her for some decades. She didn't know what to say. For once, the man who called himself Batman made her speechless.

"In case you haven't noticed, I do my homework."

Two could play this game. Bruce. "It is a story for another day. I'll see you tomorrow." She got in her car and ignited the engine.

"See you too," muttered Bruce as the Ferrari pulled out of the driveway of Wayne Manor and zoomed off into the distance. As he watched it go, Alfred came out and joined him. "Quite a remarkable woman, she is."

"Don't remind me."


Somewhere below the Areopagus, Athens, Greece

He had lain here, dormant, though beyond his control, for nearly a hundred years. He had tried to get out on his own. But he had failed.

Therefore, with what power he had while trapped, he had convinced many to try to free him. And many had failed him. The Axis powers of the Second World War had begged for his blessings like babies. They had been defeated before they could rescue him, though. Then came the Cold War, with its hypocrites on both sides. He had lured a number of them into attempting to free him as well, but that too failed. Then there was the Middle East, but even the bloodshed and savagery there could not undo the powers that had encased him under this rock.

No, it required a far more powerful being, one stronger than any human or weapon, to release him. And finally, it had happened. The battle between the two Kryptonians had been sufficient to nullify the magic that was supposed to keep him locked for eternity.

As Ares pushed the last rock away, he reminded himself that he would have to thank those responsible for his freedom. After giving the Amazons what they deserved, of course.