Alright guys, I'm back with another Genderswapped!Batman fic! This is written actually as a birthday fic for my friend angelvan105, so happy birthday! This is a flip on the three part episode of Superman: The Animated Series, World's Finest so the beginning of this will be just like the episodes and there will be three parts but by the second part I will be straying a bit from the story I think. I own completely nothing except for the crazy ideas in my head :) Reviews are fantastic and make me feel fantastic!
The rain was coming down hard one night, the ground and everything on it getting pounded ruthlessly from the water droplets. Lighting lit up the sky ominously, shining bright over Gotham City. A man flips the "Open" sign to "Closed" in a small shop down below. He sighs softly to himself as he locks up the old antique store; he hasn't sold a single thing in weeks, if he didn't start selling stuff soon he would lose everything. He slowly begins to close the front door when a red boot sticks its way into the room, stopping the door.
"Hang on there, Clyde," A woman says as she pushes her way into the store. The woman is strange; she is dressed in a trench coat and a red hat that covers her face.
The man is set on edge a bit, "Sorry miss we're closed." He responds calmly.
"Just look at what I'm selling," The woman insisted as she reached into a grey satchel over her shoulder and brought out an old blue antique box, "You'll plotz!" She begins to turn the crank on the side of the box.
The man is slightly taken aback by this; he steps back a few inches as the music begins to play. As the happy-go-lucky song continues to play he grows more intrigued and leans closer, he doesn't notice the woman's malicious smile. Suddenly a clown head springs out of the box and pink gas sprays into the store owner's face. He begins to cough violently and stumbles backwards, the gas burning his lungs and attacking his brain at an alarming speed. The man suddenly begins to chuckle, though he didn't feel like laughing, then his laughter grew into full blown, side-splitting, leave-you-gasping-for-air laughter.
"Good work, Harley girl," A voice purred from the doorway. The new man pulls the hat from the woman's head and is met with Harleen Quinzel, in full jester make-up, as she smiles happily.
"Now what would be a suitable trade for our joke-in-the-box?" The man slowly steps in from the shadows that blanketed the doorway. This man is dressed in a purple suit, complete with a purple hat and a green vest and undershirt along with a purple bow around his neck, and his face is a ghostly pale. He is grinning widely as he walks through the store and shoves past the store owner, sending the man hurtling to the floor. The man in the purple suit picks up a small glass crystal and examines it. His eyes catch something from across the room and he drops the item, it shatters when it hits the floor, "Ooo!" The man coos in interest and stalks over to the other side of the store. He is looking at a green statue of a Chinese dragon.
"For some reason this just speaks to me!" He says to Harley, "What do you think Harl?"
"It's you puddin'!" The female jester smirks and bounces her way over to the statue, holding up the satchel in a 'let's take it' gesture.
The man wraps his hands around the statue and tugs hard, the dragon won't budge. He glares hard at the rock and continues to pull and pull, grunting from all the work, until finally the dragon breaks off the holder. He grins in triumph and throws it into the satchel. Harley lets out a grunt as she struggles to hold the bag up. The man struts towards the door, ignoring the girl's struggles, and turns towards the store owner who is still on the ground. "Awfully nice doing business with you," He tips his hat and walks on, "Tah!" He spits in a farewell, Harley just barely able to follow as she continues to struggle with the satchel, "What a pleasant fellow," The man comments as he and the female jester disappear into the pounding storm.
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It was an hour or so before the police finally came, sending five squad cars to the scene of the Antique store.
"It's weird," A detective claims as he looked at the holder for the missing statue, he turns to Commissioner Gordon, "All this stuff and the Joker only takes one lousy statue."
Gordon moves to stand next to the detective, his white hair glowing slightly in the light, "Especially since word on the street is that he's desperate for cash these days,"
The Detective was about to respond when a gruff voice sounded from the shadows, "Things are never as they seem with the Joker," A woman, about five foot eight steps silently from the shadows. Her Kevlar batsuit molded elegantly with the curves of her body, the cowl sat lightly high on her cheek bones and concealed long, sleek, black hair. The woman's cape surrounded her smooth shape as if the material was trying to swallow her whole and bring her back to the shadows. She stalked quietly over to the statue holder the detective was just examining.
"I guess the night brings out all the wackos." The detective stated harshly as he eyes the woman in the costume.
The woman didn't respond, she only leaned closer to the holder. Her cowl was scanning for anything unusual when suddenly she noticed something… odd. She plucked part of the statue remnants and brought it closer to her face.
"It was made of jade," Commissioner Gordon said as he took a step closer. Batwoman reached into her belt and pulled out a small plastic evidence bag. "Worth maybe a hundred grand," Gordon continued.
Batwoman dropped the fragment into the bag and looked it over once more, "I'd like a closer look," She said and turned to walk back towards the shadows from where she appeared from.
"Hey," The detective turned harshly towards the Commissioner, "She can't leave a crime scene with evidence!" He enforced and glared disapprovingly at the older man.
"You wanna stop her?" Gordon placed a hand on the detectives shoulder, "Be my guest."
The detective turned back around, ready to punish the vigilante to the fullest extent of the law, but double-took instead. Batwoman was… gone? Like she had just been eaten by a black hole. The detective looked around harshly before turning back to Gordon who just shrugged.
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The sliver of rock was dropped into test tube filled with blue liquid and a beam of light was directed to strike the fragment just right. An array of colors shot out from behind the tube. The Batcomputer scanned the data received from the test, bar graphs and frequency waves and diagrams flashed across the screen.
"According to this the laughing dragon has earned quite a foreboding reputation," A thin Englishman walked up behind Batwoman and placed a book down next to her on the desk, the vigilante stopped typing away for a moment and turned to study the book, "Ever since it was carved in China nearly thirty years ago, it has passed through several owners; all of them died prematurely."
"And I can tell you why," Batwoman growled out sadly as she began typing away at the keyboard again, before she stood and grabbed the test tube and turned towards her butler, "This so called 'Jade' is emitting low level radiation." She placed the test tube back, "Alfred, isn't Brianna Wayne about due for a trip to Metropolis?"
"Yes, but do you think this is an appropriate time?" Alfred asked slightly irritated.
Batwoman plucked the fragment of rock from the tube before she dropped it in another evidence bag and packed it away in her belt, "I say the timing couldn't be better," She replied as she strut confidently from the Batcave.
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An airplane roars high above the ground, the only company it has are the clouds and the occasional bird. A young woman with black hair and a purple suit jacket and white skirt sits at the front dabbling away at her journal. She had just gotten a big scoop on a world famous so-and-so that Perry would ride her about until she got the whole report done. The background noise of happy chatter is suddenly cut through by the sound of a punch coming from the front of the plane. The woman looks up slowly, concern etched clearly on her face, as a man with blonde hair is shoved violently into the plane wall and falls to the ground unconscious, followed by another man but this time with brunet hair.
Suddenly two men in green suits with guns run around the corner and a woman screams in panic. Everyone seems to stand up at once as the gunmen move to the middle front of the room.
"Ladies and gentleman of the press," One of the men growls and looks from one reporter to the other, "If you stay calm you might actually live to write about this!" He pulls out a phone and speaks into it, "Is the president secured?"
A woman on the other side of the line answers coldly, "Copy, we've already informed him about changing flight plans."
The woman in the purple jacket and white skirt makes a dash for the phone and is about to grab it when a blast comes from behind her and incinerates the communication device. She reels back and gasps before running for another exit. The head gunman grabs her roughly by the neck and throws her unforgivingly into her chair. He buckles her seat belt and pulls on it hard, tightening it unbearably.
"Let's make an example of this hero!" He says and cocks his gun at the other reporters. He watches as everyone quickly sat down and buckled their seatbelts. "A very tragic example I'm afraid," He continues with a grin, "Ms-…"
"Lane." She answers coldly.
The man pulls back as if he had been struck. "Lane? Lois Lane? The one Superman always saves?!"
"Afraid so." She answers smugly and smirks to herself.
The plane is suddenly tilting sideways, sending the gunman falling backwards and slamming into the window. He pulls himself up and looks out to see blue and red against the plane wing. His eyes widen in fear. Superman dives down into the plane wing and turns the huge machine completely upside down. The two gunman slam harshly into the ceiling and are thrashed around by loose baggage that are also falling on top of them.
"Thanks for strapping me in," Lois grins as she watches the head gunman get slapped by a heavy bag.
The plane is turned right side up again and suddenly the side door is ripped clean off. Objects rush madly for that drop of freedom as Superman pulls his way inside and looks for the criminals. The two gunmen were pulled by the wind as well, right into Superman's fists.
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Superman nodded with a boyish smile, "Happy I could help out Mr. President," he watched the limo drive away and smiled. He turned towards Lois, "I hope I didn't shake you or the others up too badly,"
"I hate to say," she grumbled, "I've gotten used to it."
Superman smiles and turns, ready to take off. He kicks off the ground but is stopped dead in his tracks by a very unsure "Um… Superman?". The hero turns back towards the reporter. "Yes?" he asks.
Lois falters for a moment; she honestly hadn't thought this far ahead in her plan. She decided to wing it, like all good reporters do. "Um… how can I put this," She stalls so she can find the right words, "I was just thinking… it might be nice to see each other when I wasn't… I don't know, falling out a window, or something." She took a quick breath, "Not that I'm not grateful for all the times you helped me, you understand," She insisted.
"I understand," Superman smiles smugly.
"You do?" Lois asked hopefully with a large smile.
Suddenly out in Metropolis a huge explosion rings out. Two robbers run from First National Bank, huge sacks of money in one hand and a gun firing at cops in the other.
"It's the First National Bank," Superman growls.
"You better go," Lois says nonchalantly, "People might-" Superman takes off before she even finished her sentence. "-get hurt." She finishes with a look of hurt plastered on her face. She sighs and sullenly walks towards the Daily Planet.
"I understand, Lois," She mocks herself, "Really, you do? Yup you're a complete moron! Why thank you Superman, I think I'm a total loser too. Geez."
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"'A grateful president bestows heartfelt thanks on Metropolis's favorite son,'" Lex Luthor's hands shake with rage as he reads the paper, "Superman. Favorite son my…" he slams the paper down onto the coffee table and pulls out his cell phone. "Mercy!" He growls roughly into the device. "Start the car I'm coming down."
"Right away Lex," Mercy answered and shut the phone off with a click.
Suddenly a gun was fired, but not your normal gun a gun that shot boxing gloves, and nailed Mercy right in the face. The personal driver collapsed unconscious to the ground.
So there it is, the first part, hopefully it was good! Review and tell me what you thought!