Only as Strong as the Weakest Link

Chapter 1 Introduction

(This is in response to Daisy Jane's Challenge. Enjoy ^_^)

(Gotham City - Arkham Asylum)

Diana sat in a cell meant for the criminally insane. A short six hours ago she had been free—shopping, and enjoying a day out with her sister, Donna. The moment Donna's attention got distracted by Dick, calling for her help in Gotham, Diana felt something cold creep into the pit of her stomach. If Dick was calling for a meta to intercede in Gotham then things had really gone from bad to worse. She followed her sister, stopping only for a moment at her apartment in New York to drop off their newly aquired clothes and then straight on to Gotham. When she got there, the sense of forboding didn't begin to cover the sheer chaos of the scene they came across.

(Gotham, six hours earlier)

Literally hundreds of cars where wrecked, and the carnage seemed to worsen the further into the city they traveled. Diana looked to see a poor woman hanging up on a billboard as if she had been crusified. She flew down toward the woman - but received a jolt from an improved stungun held by Harley Quinn. Before she blacked out, Diana faintly made out her sister, screaming in pain.

When she woke, she was lying on an operating table in a dirty theatre. She looked to see a man with a strange mask covering his face walk forward.

(Arkham Asylum - 2 hours later)

"Let's see… From the look of that nasty burn you are just starting to regain some of your senses. Hmm… I always wanted to know how a meta would stand against their worse nightmares," the man said as he aimed his hand at her.

"Doctor, Doctor, a little originality is in order! This isn't a mere intruder like Supergirl, no! This is the famed Wonder Woman! Why, we should treat her as special as the former Wonder Brat!" Joker said as he walked forward.

"Where is my sister?" Diana hissed.

"Please… She is being taken care of by Bane. I must say that his slow 'breaking' in of Nightwing has got her in such a state. So unbecoming. What was the last count, Craney old boy?" Joker asked.

"He had broken both of Nightwing's arms. I still think that making him see his worse fears would have been a better torment for her," Crane said as he looked at Diana.

"No… We need to humiliate her… We need to break her… I know! Let's play dress up!" Joker squealed in delight. He walked out, coming back a few moments later with several obscene uniforms.

Diana looked at him in contempt as he walked toward her with a tape measure. She tried to break the registrants only to find that they had tied her down with her own lasso.

"You don't think that we were stupid enough to use the leather straps on you did you? Oh, and before you go and say 'Batman will be here', you should look at this…" Joker said. He turned on a monitor showing Batman tied to the wall with titanium straps—a red head walking back and forth in front of him kissing him softly on the lips each time she passed him.

"That's good old Pam. She's going to finish putting her whammy on old bats and make him as docile as a kitten! Maybe I can get her to teach him to sit and go potty outside!" Joker said before he fell into a fit of laughter.

"We need to learn how to get this armor off of her," Crane said as he looked at it closely.

"Oh, that's the fun, Crane. We don't just take it off. We break it," Joker replied as he grabbed a knife and came at her.

Over the course of next four hours Joker tried everything his savage and depraved mind could think of. When the last drop of his green acid failed, he looked disgusted and threw a punch at Diana's jaw, causing her face to turn roughly to the left.

"Tell me how to break your armor!" he roared.

"I don't know—and I wouldn't tell you anyway," she said simply.

Crane smiled as he looked at the design. He knew some about Greek mythology and grabbed a latex glove. He walked over to her and placed his hand on her stomach.

"What the hell do you think you are doing Crane?" Joker hissed.

"Finishing this so we can get on to her humiliation and then on to using my fear toxin on her," he said as he moved his hand up.

Diana shuddered at the softness of his touch. He wasn't being rough, and rather than treating her like an enemy, he was treating her like a lover. She swallowed as he reached her breastplate and leaned over it. A soft warm breath from him touched it. He watched it as it began to loose its glow. Grasping it with both hands he ripped it from her.

Diana watched in horror as her armor cracked and then broke in the hands of Crane. He then went on to do the same to her bracelets. He smirked and looked at Joker.

"How the hell did you know to do that?" Joker asked.

"An ancient story about a priest who served Phobos, the god of fear. He had a group of Amazons that would run him off from a small island where he would perform rituals and make blood sacrifices to the god. Eventually the god told him that they where protected by Athena—and only when he acted as their lover would Athena turn her back on their enchanted armor and allow it break like a frail dish in his hands." He looked again at Diana and smiled.

Well then, let's get this on the way!" Joker exclaimed as he grabbed a French maid's outfit and roughly pulled it over her head. The next thing she knew there was a stabbing sensation in her arm and everything went black. When she woke up she was wearing the demeaning outfit and lying in the cell she was in now. Her arms crossed, she sat on her legs to keep her bare ass warm.