I've been jotting things down for this fic ever since I read JLA 105. I finally feel like I can get started on it now. I feel that Bats and Wondy have too strong of a friendship now for him not to offer at least some support. So here's what I got. More soon though.

It's not the same

Part I

She touched down lightly on the balcony. It was late and although Ferdinand was probably up she didn't want to disturb anyone. She walked gingerly up to the French doors and out of habit checked the door to make sure it was locked. Given the height of the balcony it was highly unlikely that anyone would tamper with it, but you could never be too careful in her line of work. Reaching to her belt she removed a small magnetic keycard and slid it into the electronic lock next to the door. Hearing a soft buzz, she twisted the handle and heard the familiar click of the lock opening. The door swung inward and she stepped over the threshold and turned to close the door. The door's locks reengaged with a slight whirr behind her as she padded into her room. She didn't bother with the lights as she began stripping off her dirty uniform and headed towards the bathroom. It had been an extremely long and dirty day. Between the Abernathy's problems and her own close call she was exhausted. She shivered involuntarily remembering the blade being forced down on her. Her breastplate dropped to the floor with a muffled thunk, as she began hopping on one foot trying to relieve herself of her right boot. Consumed by the task at hand she was startled when a gravely voice sounded behind her.

"Diana?"

She covered her bare chest and turned quickly to face her familiar intruder. Batman emerged from a darkened corner of her room, the shadows reluctantly giving him up to the dim moonlight that lit the room.

"People will talk if you keep showing up here, Bruce."

"According to Clark they already are talking"

Diana couldn't see him, but could detect the amusement that laced his voice.

"Who told…?" She asked.

"J'onn."

"Ah... She nodded slightly with comprehension." Makes sense though."

Bruce merely grunted in reply as he stepped towards her bed. Clearly keeping his distance she noted. His hand reached around to his back and emerged out from under his cape with a manila folder. He tossed it onto the bed and turned back to her.

"It's everything I could find out about the woman that attacked you. Not much though, she disappeared not long after she was taken into custody. Preliminary DNA tests show no trace of the meta gene so she's just highly trained. Her weapons seem to be mystical in origin. I'm having Blood take a look at them. Shouldn't take long. I'll let you know when I find something"

While he was talking Diana had walked over to her closet and retrieved a t-shirt. Keeping her back to Bruce she slid it over her head. Pulling it down she turned back to thank him but he was nowhere to be seen. The only trace that he had even been there was the moderately thick folder lying on her bed. She really needed to figure out how he did that.