Disclaimer: I don't own Naruto, Batman, or any other DC franchises that may be integrated into this fanfiction. Heck, I don't even use the cover picture; it belongs to the Deviantart user nyugyu. I will also probably be using stuff from other anime and manga, so pretty much consider this disclaimer applicable to the whole story.

Main Pairing: Isane Uzumaki(Female Naruto)/ Bruce Wayne(Batman)

Beta/Co-writer: Divider

Edited: 3-25-14


Chapter 1: Prologue

Isane Uzumaki had been many things in her lifetime. Pupil, orphan, pariah, thief… you name it, she'd probably been it at some point in her short sixteen years of life.

She was not, however, an idiot.

Therefore, it was easy for the red-haired jinchuuriki to tell that she was being toyed with. No matter how much Madara seemed to be struggling (did she just spot a bead of sweat on his forehead!?) she couldn't shake off the feeling that the guy had something else up his sleeve. And why shouldn't he? No super-powered, rinnegan-wielding evil mastermind who'd spent numerous decades planning his return would just waltz into battle without a plan B.

It wasn't the fact that she had no idea of whatever he was planning that bothered her. No, it was the fact that she was getting tired.

It really pissed her off that she'd spent so much time, put so much effort into her training yet she was still not strong enough to kill the guy. It made all of the training that she'd done over the years seem futile. Sure, she had no fancy eye techniques like the rest of them, but she thought that she'd made up for it by putting herself through the hell of training that she did.

One might say that there was no way for him to win. It would be irrational for him to do so; impossible even. There were numerous shinobi from all the hidden villages, the Sannin, and not to mention the four resurrected kages against him. Obito had completely succumbed to the juubi already, having had a change of heart a bit too late and been subsequently taken control of by his previous boss. Yet the Uchiha patriarch still pushed in strong and, in the end, the majority of the shinobi present ended up as spectators to the raging fight between the three jinchuuriki (plus Sasuke), and the four previous kages.

Yet here he was alive and kicking, literally. The guy was a supposed master of everything, and it showed in battle. Even in her sage tailed beast mode it was hard to keep up. They'd have to end it soon.

Which was why B and her were desperately trying to get past the freaking juubi.

They'd agreed that killing Madara required nothing less than a tailed beast ball each. Call it overkill, but the ninja had always liked her enemies to stay dead and buried. She wasn't about to take the chance that the bastard would just shrug one off. And they'd need at least that amount to get past the juubi.

The kage were proving to be very useful at keeping Madara busy. They did need some time to gather the needed chakra since forming those little bastards sure did take a lot of it. She'd probably have died a while ago if she hadn't formed a truce with Kurama to stop him from draining her chakra every time she transformed into her Sage tailed beast mode. It sure did make a difference to be able to let loose, and she'd even be willing to grudgingly confess that the teme's Susanoo did help a bit…only a bit.

It hadn't been too much of a surprise that Sasuke had decided to show up. It was only to be expected of the asshole to be nothing but a hindrance most of the time, only to try to save the day all of a sudden. She didn't really care either way; she'd never been close to him, well okay she had considered him her best friend at some point but they were a bit iffy on the subject after he'd tried to kill her countless times. But Isane was somewhat grateful for his appearance (not that she really needed his help) but she'd only barely been able to restrain herself from kicking his ass when he stated that being Hokage didn't sound too bad. As if she'd let him.

"Isane," spoke Killer B, "Look at him, what is he doing?"

At this, the young girl looked up at the man from the juubi tentacle she'd just dodged and let out a well-deserved "Fuuuuuuuck" at what met her sight.

The bastard had gone and used the juubi as a distraction as he formed what looked like a nearly invisible orb of some sort aimed right at them. She'd be willing to bet anything that it was most likely an instakill.

"The end of our battle has come," declared Madara as he got in a launching position, "Behold, my Concentrated Shinra Tensei!"

As he was saying this, Isane and Killer B began to desperately gather any chakra available to them. They all remembered what one of those Shinra Tenseis could do, and nobody was eager to have a repeat performance. After all, it was highly unlikely that Madara would have a change of heart after killing them all and sacrifice himself to bring them back to life like Nagato did.

Likewise, Sasuke started to ready his Susanoo. Apparently deciding to add the flames of Amaterasu in order to enhance its strength.

So it was that Madara launched his attack, only to be met by a powerful resistance led by the Kyuubi jinchuuriki herself.

And so Isane's world went dark.


If someone were to be walking in the streets of Gotham at this very moment-which nobody dared to due to certain nighttime horrors- that person would most likely have to immediately be placed in the care of the Arkham psychiatrists right away.

After all, only someone completely nuts would claim to have seen the body of a glowing young red-haired teen seemingly floating off the ground.

However, that person was completely right. There had been a floating, glowing teen in the streets of the Narrows of Gotham City at midnight. But that girl didn't stick around long enough to be spotted by the police. Said teen opted to hide her presence and observe instead.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck" she mumbled, "where the hell am I? And why the hell am I talking to myself?"

She didn't wait for an answer (not that her furry companion would provide one) and started to create shadow clones to survey the area. It would be just her luck to have landed on the next country from the impact of the jutsu collision, or even worse, time traveled.

She shuddered at that thought; such a thing would only serve to create more headaches for her… and paperwork. She hated paperwork.

After a few minutes she decided to go search for some shelter. It wouldn't do for her to catch a cold; not that she could when her fire affinity kept her body warm. She ended up finding a pretty beaten up apartment, much like the one she had inhabited before she'd made some renovations. Luckily for her, it had just what she needed, a roof and a floor (she also needed water, but fuck it, she was too tired)

Her clones started to report back their findings after a while, informing her of the change in scenery. She was apparently now in a village-no city named Gotham, in the United States of America.

…She was also no longer in her own world.

Figures, she thought, of all the things that could've happened to me, I end up dimension traveling. She decided to send the clones back out. Sporting outfits to match the locals as well as the faces from people she'd met, courtesy of the henge. A necessary step, seeing as everyone would freak out when spotting a small army of the same red-headed teen. Now there was a thought!


It didn't take her long to get settled down. Adaptation came easily to her nowadays, what with all the traveling that she'd done with the Pervy Sage. She'd found shelter in an abandoned building a few streets from where she'd woken up. It looked like crap and smelled like piss, but it was habitable.

Her appreciation of fuinjutsu had never shined through as much as it the moment she started to unseal a small scroll titled "Necessities". Said scroll contained an array of items ranging from a cooking pot to a sleeping bag. Hah! And to think the Pervy Sage had made fun of her magpie-like tendencies. That'd show him.

The real treat though, came as she reached the last of her items. There, at the very bottom of the pile, was God's greatest gift to mankind. Ichiraku's special on the go ramen. It truly had been a great idea to hound the man until he gave in to the idea that had sprouted from many-a-night during which the red haired ninja had found herself too far away from her home village to purchase one of the exquisite bowls of bliss. Not that they'd ever be as good as the freshly made ramen, but she'd take what she could get.

Deciding to get some rest after finishing up her meal, she summoned more shadow clones and sent them out with the rest to guarantee an awaiting surplus of information the nest morning. She'd also set up some traps around her camp in case anyone spotted the small fire she'd made using scattered pieces of furniture to cook her meal. If her assumptions were correct, tomorrow would be a long day, and she couldn't wait to start fucking around.