Authors Note: Oh wow, I haven't tried this in so long. I deleted everything (one or two stories actually) I had previously cause they were just absolutely awful. I've always wanted to write again but I could never come up a decent plot that would make me happy. After getting back into some DC love thanks to the awesome game Injustice: Gods Among Us, I noticed that this sort of plot line hasn't been really tackled yet. Though if this is a sign that this is going to overwhelm me plot wise I obviously ignored it. I'm well prepared for this potential literary suicide, I hope.

Anyway before I prattle on too much, the BMWW pairing has always been a fave ever since I first watched JL/JLU and I'm going to attempt with the best of my ability to make this seem as believable as possible. If I mess up, please please please notify me.

Ratings wise, I'm going to keep it M for language reasons and that whole jazz. If I get in a smutty mood I'll do a snippet eventually (or will I?)

Now the usual: I do not own JL/JLU. WB, DC, and Gardner Fox gets to have fun with those legal rights. I merely get to play in the sandbox and make pretty faces at my attempt of a sandcastle.

Playing God

Prologue

He was getting too damn old for this. Aches and pains kicked his ass up and down his body and the stiff neck collar made his neck itch like hell fire. His arm wrapped up in plaster itched like mad as well. Hell, the itching was making him go mad. Though the only thing truly bothering him was the thought of everything he did was nothing to fix the world. Cadmus was breathing down his neck and what did Superman do after the Batman saved his aggravating self? He sent the Doomsday clone to the Phantom Zone.

He wanted to throttle Clark for his naiveté on the situation. Chucking people into oblivion even if deserved doesn't send the right message to others. It sounded like the Justice Lords. Lock everyone away with no freedoms. No chance to live a life. Only to be scared of the people who chose to protect them. Though protection was the farthest thing in that world. The League told themselves that this future was not going to happen. Their morals were too strong. But were they?

Bruce knew this path was a slippery slope. How many times did he want to just completely get rid of the threat? To be done with all nasty insects that crawled the lower scums of Gotham, but like maggots crawling from a dying carcass the evil in his city would never stop. Someone new always comes up, usually worse than his usuals. Besides, he could never bring himself to that level. He would be no different than the ones he fought and that was the fine line he constantly walked on.

The patter of rain on his dark windowsill distracted his brooding thoughts. Only a couple of days ago was he moved from the Watchtower Med Bay to his own Manor bedroom. Though the soft sheets and pillows he rested on did nothing for the damn itching. He swore that it was gradually getting worse and moving only made his muscles scream bloody murder at him. He was definitely too old for this.

"Surely I expected better cleanup from the awe inspiring Batman," a similar voice called out from the doorway.

Bruce knew exactly who it was and the flash of lightning showing a brief profile of the figure only made his eyes narrow into a very pissed off Batglare. Amanda Waller.

"Not everyone can handle magnetized warheads perfectly. You can't even keep track of one if I recall," Bruce retorted smoothly, "And don't call me Shirley."

Waller cracked a small smile at his blithe joke. She nonchalantly walked over to the medical equipment Bruce was wired to currently monitoring his vitals.

"I talked to my subordinates about that call and proper funding was cut off and discipline to those who acted so rashly," she sniffed.

Bruce kept a hard glare on her, he knew she was the one who made that call. Fear of having Doomsday rampage the world after potentially killing Superman was too great.

"What do you want?" He ground out as his non-plastered hand twitched for various reasons, mainly trying to hold back himself from reeking havoc on his impertinent skin and the desire to smash the teeth in of some hapless punk trying to terrorize his city.

Waller's smile widened slightly, "Only to remind you how close you and your little gang are from falling down the Justice Lord rabbit hole. Sending off that monster to another dimension and destroying Cadmus defenses preventing us from protecting ourselves."

"Protecting yourselves? That missile would have decimated that island and the thousands of lives on it."

"A small cost in protecting millions of lives against that loose monster."

"A monster you created."

"How dare you accuse Cadmus of trying create something that could ultimately destroy us," Waller's smile disappeared and rivaled Bruce's glare with her own.

It was Bruce's turn to crack a one sided smug smile, "Oh really? That sounds like exactly like something Cadmus would go for, or are you still trying to forget the Ultimen lives you destroyed? Those kids had no chance for a life all because you wanted to play God with a chemistry set. You will do anything to try and make us stumble. Only to realize you will ultimately fail."

"No you will be the one who will ultimately fail Bruce, or should I call you Batman?" She said mockingly with a stubby finger pointed at his face.

"You need to play hard ball with Cadmus or we'll have to resort to harsher methods to prove to the public the danger you all are. You are the ones trying to play God up in your little tower."

Waller backed towards the doorway and the flashes of lightning made the scene more dramatic than it truly was, though Bruce imagined she wouldn't have it any other way. When she disappeared behind the closed door, he fixed his glare back to the ceiling where it was before her unneeded intrusion.

Though she brought up many concerns that Bruce had tucked in the back of his mind. Now he was forced to bring it to the forefront, but first things first. Gritting his teeth as his muscles loudly protested, he slowly lifted his free arm to press the radio button situated on his bedside table. A small buzz filled the air before he could hear Alfred's voice on the other end.

"Yes Master Bruce?"

"Alfred, remind me to update the security in the Manor tomorrow morning. A damn rat managed to get in tonight."

"But of course sir"

Welp, did that whet anyone's appetite? If not then I hope I'll stir something in the next couple of chapters.

Thanks for reading!