Changing Tides


CHAPTER I: The New World

"Hey twerp, dun cha think ya should get back into 'em bunkers?" The old man yelled as he wobbled towards him holding onto both the wall and ceiling with all his might to prevent himself from falling overboard. He heavily accented his 'T' sounds, which made it sound like he was always scolding someone. He was drenched with water from both the pouring rain and the waves which constantly engulfed the entire boat. His yellow rain hat flew off of his head and landed at the feet of young Bruce.

"This storm wasn't in the weather report," Bruce had to raise his voice in order to be heard over the sound of the waves as they collided against the side of the boat. He bent down to pick up the man's hat when a large wave rolled over and onto the ship, drowning Bruce. The captain doubled over laughing hysterically at Bruce. Bruce was completely soaked from head to toe; his sleek black hair covered his eyes, his face became pale due to the freezing water and his clothes were tightly wound around him showing his perfectly chiseled figure. He got back up to his feet and ran his hand through his hair, pulling it back. He cocked an eyebrow at the old man as he handed him the hat.

"Why you headin' down to Africa anyways? Wouldn't it be easier ta juss get a plane goin'?" He bellowed at him. The storm was steadily getting stronger and the waves only became more violent. Bruce squinted trying to see past the constant sprays of sea water that intervened the space between them.

"I have relatives over there, thought it'd be nice to travel by sea for once," Bruce lied flawlessly. Another wave tumbled over onto the deck but this time he evaded it without any difficulty. The captain just gave him a one eyed look and shrugged.

"You boys these days…I dun know what to expect"

"The worst," Bruce answered for him, grinning boyishly. The old man took a second before he doubled over laughing again. After he recovered from his momentary laugh he turned back to Bruce and tilted his chin up a bit and looked down at him.

"Juss be careful, eh? Don't need no trouble with them boys in Speedos and donuts," The man chuckled at his own joke. He turned around and gave a slight wave to Bruce as he stumbled away. Bruce remained where he was and looked out into sea. After a few minutes he decided it would be best to head in, where it was warm and dry. He turned around and began to open the sliding door when a large wave crashed over him and pulled him back out to the deck of the boat. He tried to recover from the attack but failed to do so; another large wave came rolling onto the ship and pulled him overboard. The last thing Bruce heard was the sound of the old man yelling out to him, but it was too late. The waves pushed him under and he soon lost conscious.

1 Day Later

Bruce awoke and found himself on land, the gritty feeling of sand covered his entire body. He just lay there with his eyes opened and took a look around at his surroundings. He was on a vast empty beach. He attempted to get up onto his feet but found it more than difficult to do so. He remained on the ground and reached over to touch his ribs. He grunted in response. He assumed that around three of his ribs were broken. He tried to roll over onto his back to get a better view of his surroundings. Right when he turned around he cried in excruciating pain. He clenched his jaw tightly and groaned in pain. His ribs felt like they were being ripped apart.

Bruce peeled his eyes open to find a bare heel grinding down on the region where he had broken his ribs. He let out another groan before he looked up to see who it was that was causing him the deliberate pain. He held his breathe when he first saw the beautiful, long silky black haired, sapphire blue eyed young lady standing above him. All she was wearing was a loosely fit white female toga with a golden sash. His eyes widened at the appreciative view of her.

Following the path of his eyes, the young woman became flushed and bent down to pick up Bruce by his shirt collar. She lifted him up so that his feet were barely touching the ground and stared him in the eye. Bruce groaned in pain realizing it wasn't just his ribs that were injured, but also his collarbone that was fractured.

"Who are you?" The woman asked forcefully. Her glare beat down on Bruce as he remained motionless still crying out in pain.

"Nngh…" He let out a groan when she shook her grip on him, which created contact between his injured collarbone and her fist. He opened his eyes to look at her directly in the eye.

"Answer," She demanded,

"L-ladies first," he whispered taking in sharp increments of breathe. His gaze remained steadily on hers as he watched for her next movement. She jabbed him in the rib cage with her free hand. He cried out in utter agony when she began to twist and turn her fingers as she dug deeper and deeper into his sides. When she finally let him go, he fell onto his knees and toppled over in excruciating pain. His chest heaved heavily to help him try and catch his breathe. The woman towered over him, waiting for him to speak.

"Br-Bruce," He replied his breathe jagged and short, "that's my n-name,"

She remained as still as a statue, still waiting for him to gather his breathe. He finally looked up at her, he had to squint his eyes because of the sun's rays. She just looked down at him with an infuriated expression painted on her beautiful face. Finally she spoke up,

"What are you doing here?"

"I d-don't know," He replied shaking his head as he looked out towards the sea, "C-capsized,"

She again, remained silent and just watched him with eyes that analyzed his every move. Bruce tried to recap on the events that had just happened to him. He was capsized, washed ashore on some beach, met a very attractive young woman and got beat up by her. Now that he mentions it, the woman has a crazy amount of strength if she's able to pick him up off of his feet with one hand, and she was extremely brutal to some extent. He looked at her once again and noticed her looking away into the distance. He follows her gaze and spots a castle-like building located many miles away on top of a cliff. He narrowed his eyes trying to get a better look at it, but he was soon interrupted when she picked him up by his shirt collar once more. She tried to punch him again, but this time he reacted faster and blocked her punch. His broken bones protested and began to throb from the motion.

"What the h-hell?" Bruce yelled at her,

"You're a man," She seethed through her teeth, "You're not supposed to be here!"

"Let's be more diplomatic about this! Put me down!" He grabbed her wrist trying to pry her hand off of him, but she wouldn't budge. He glared at her waiting for her to let him go. She narrowed her eyes at him and finally released him. But he took the opportunity to pin her down. Bruce slid the heel of his right foot under her and she collapsed backwards into the sand. He quickly got up and wrapped her arms around her neck and held them down with his hands. He kneed her legs down so that she wouldn't be able to kick him and with his other leg he pressed down on her lower stomach. She struggled for a few seconds before realizing it was futile. She remained still underneath him and simply glared into his eyes intensely. Her vivid blue eyes turned to a darker shade as she watched him cautiously. Bruce took a couple of breathes before continuing his assault.

"Seriously, what the hell is wrong with you?" He muttered between his breathes. She was still glaring at him. He closed his eyes and shook his head in dismay; this is going to be harder than he had first expected.

"Men aren't supposed to be here?" He asked silently when he looked back towards the direction of the castle, "What's that suppose to mean?"

"It's exactly as it sounds, you're not supposed to be here. You're not allowed to be here," She spit her words at him. He looked back down at her and arched an eyebrow.

"Where is this place?" She took a second to respond, deciding whether or not it would wise to tell a stranger about the island.

"Themyscira," she replied, barely audible. Bruce furrowed his eyebrow, trying to reminiscence where he had heard the name before.

"Island of Paradise?" he muttered to himself,

"Yes…" She looked at him with a puzzled expression, "How do you know of it?"

"I know my Greek mythology,"

The young woman just looked at him, doubting his every word. The island of Paradise shouldn't be something a normal human knows about; it shouldn't even be written in any text that man knows.

"You're an Amazon," He replied bluntly with realization in his voice. Her eyes widened in surprise, how does he know about all of this?

"And you're not a normal human man," she stated trying to struggle against his grip on her once again. He looked at her with amusement in his eyes. She had caught him dead on. The helpless position she was in was another hint of his unusual prowess as a human. He knew how to make someone powerless, how to take advantages of the situation; he was trained. It was the first time she had been captured like this; put into a helpless position. He would be praised as a great warrior if it weren't for him being a man. She laughed in the inside; he would be brutally executed by her mother if he was found roaming around on the island.

"Help me get back," he loosened his grip on her, letting her go free. She quickly jumped back and away from him a few feet. She remained in a guarded position, watching him carefully. Bruce remained on the sand, kneeling. The pain hasn't resided, and straining his muscles while keeping her in that position had taken a lot out of him. She watched him, analyzing the condition of his body. A normal human wouldn't have been able to stand that sort of injury for as long as he had; they would've lost conscious by then. It added to her conclusion that he wasn't just any human man.

"Hatred for men, superhuman strength, warrior instincts; either you're a feminist on steroids or you're an Amazon," He shot her a quick grin, "You tell me,"

Suddenly the sound of horses rang from behind him, in the jungle. He quickly turned his head to see what it was, but he hit in the back of his head by something strong. He fell into an unconscious state, noting that it was the woman who had knocked him out. He heard the voices of a group of woman as they approached.

"Princess Diana, what are you doing out here? You must return to the palace, the queen awaits you…"

"We must go, please hurry,"

Then her heard her voice, "Yes, tell my mother I will accompany her soon – I have matters to attend to first,"

As he slowly began to lose his conscious he grinned and thought to himself,

So her name is Diana.


Author's Note

Hi guys! I'm back from a very very short break (I believe it was like 4 days!). I finished my other story, Points of Redemption and was planning on taking a longer break from writing/planning stories, but suddenly this idea came up. This chapter was considerably slow and wordy because it took me more than 2 days to type it up and the story was still processing in my head. I promise there will be more dialog in the next chapter so please bare with me! Hope you like the idea so far. Enjoy!

Disclaimer:

-It's not going to follow the DCU timeline, meaning the characters and times and stuff will all be jumbled up. You just need to know the basics of the original characters and following the story will be easy.

-I'm not a huge DCU fan and I don't know all the details, so I'll get this out there: Some of the information I use/say will probably be wrong and if it gets on your nerves, just reply back with a comment and advise me it's wrong. That way I can go back and edit it so that it will make more sense. :)

-Bruce will be considerably young in this story as will Diana be. True, the superheros are in their 30s but I wanted to play around with the characters so they'll end up being around their mid/late 20s.