Ripples of 'Symmetry': A Better World

Author: BatmanWolverine

Fandom(s): DC (JLU, JLA)
Genre: Romance, Angst, Drama
Pairing/Characters: BMWW and others
Rating: PG13 (rating may change)
Summary: A Justice Lords story…originating from the pages of 'Symmetry'. As the title suggests, the effect that a glimpse of the life of the League Batman has on his Lords' counterpart. (Not necessary to have read 'Symmetry'…as yet. There maybe be references in the future)

Warnings (and Spoilers): 'Symmetry' fic. by BatmanWolverine, JLU Episode 'A Better World'

Disclaimer: I don't own Batman, Wonder Woman or any of the other character Justice League characters. All owned by DC. Any OCs are my own creation and are free for anyone to use, just give me a shout out first.
01. The Morning Breaks

The sun hadn't even broken over the horizon when with the trailing echoes of a jet engine, the sleek yet, given the person in question, oddly plain looking two-seater jet broke out through a secret opening in the near vertical cliff rock formation. Alone inside it, dressed in civilian clothes, the pilot had his hands firmly on the control, his even tone vocally commanding with the onboard computer, his gaze fixed at the distance.

'Why am I doing this?' The question was still hovering at the back of his mind, just as was another one. 'Do I even want to do this….especially now?' The truth was he knew why he was doing it and why he was doing it now. It was all due to the events of the past few weeks….the glimpse he had got of a better world.

'A Better World.' That was what they had set out to make, first with this…their own world and then later on the other, the 'League' Earth. There was nothing noble about their actions...nothing at all. It was simple and pure sick, twisted hedonism on their part. Maybe they were just bored. After all, they had brought peace to on earth…their brand of peace. They had fallen from their ideals of 'peace and equality for all', going in for the jingoistic, 'either you are with us or you are against us' outlook. And if and when anyone was against them….well, they near about always exercised the preemptive 'lobotomization' strike option. After all, they had not one but two members with heat vision…even if it Superman usually took matters into his hands.

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Leveling off at 35,000 feet and engaging auto-pilot, he rested his head against the back of the chair, his demons instantly assaulting him. They were always there, as they had been since that fateful night when as a eight year old he had literally had his entire world snatched from his arms. However, once he might have battled or even shied away from them. Once he might have tried to wield them to fuel his rage, his thirst for justice….his thirst for order, his order….their order. Once he might have done it all.

But not now.

Now, it…they were a part of his penance, one that he knew that he would never be able to complete. Not after he had allowed the others to do what they had done. Not after what he himself had done.

Whatever he ever did, all he ever wanted or allowed himself to think and do, all was to make his city….his world a safer place to live. Safe so that no one would have to go through, experience what he did. He wanted to make it safe do that no other eight year old child would ever lose his or her parents.

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'The road to hell is paved with good intentions.'

Just few those, barely a handful, and how easily, how clearly it defined their past…their legacy.

They had risen from being complete unknowns, gone up, higher and higher, until they became the ones, the heroes that everyone looked up to. They were the brave…the bold…the just. They were it all.

They literally became living gods.

Until, as with any other so called gods, they too crossed the line and made the pivotal, defining choice between Responsibility and Power. Where once they strived towards justice, they began dealing it out. How many had been there. The Riddler, Scarface, Penguin, Poison Ivy, Harley, Scarecrow , the Mad Hatter …the Joker. And those were just the big ones, and that too just from his villains, his enemies, his bad guys. Bad guys whose evil paled against that of the so called heroes. Then there were others, those who had not been that lucky…or unlucky, depending on how one viewed existence as a brain dead, waking walking vegetative state. Magpie, Firefly, Bane, KG Beast, Ra's Al Ghul…Talia….Selina.

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Sometime later,

"ETA ten minutes." The smooth yet mechanical voice of the computer roused him from his thoughts, drawing him out of his past, bringing him to the present and guiding him towards his…

…towards his reason for making this journey.

Towards his future. A future that he had once come so close to getting his hands on, only to have it slip away from his fingers, as water from a clenched fist.

Pushing down the voice of doubt welling up inside, the one that said that he was too late, that he was no longer worthy, he disengaged the autopilot and curled his fingers around the steering joystick, his free hand checking the sensors and locating a safe landing space.

After all, even if it was solid land, the snowstorm wailing outside wasn't going to just vanish for him.

Then again, what else would one expect here in the Canadian tundra.

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Note: This is going to be a simple n' short Justice Lords story, rising from the Batman of that universe's part in the recently finished 'Symmetry'. The chapters will be short and although there might be some reference to the 'Symmetry' universe, it is not necessary to have read that fic. That doesn't mean that you don't have to R&R it….after all, how else will I know how much readers like my work…or how much I suck.

Please R&R.