Hi, hello, bonjour :D

First things first, I am French so you might find some mistakes here and there.

Also, I know nothing about the DC Comic Universe, aside from the DCEU movies and the TV shows Arrow and The Flash.

This takes place in Batman V Superman.

I hope you like it, it's my first DC fanfiction.

Please, let me know what you think, feedback is always appreciated.

Enjoy :D

In Which She Meets the Bat, or the Bat Meets Her

It was dark in the backseat of the car.

Ness had been sitting there for ten minutes, waiting for the owner to get in.

He was late.

Ness was extremely impatient and waiting only irritated her. Especially when there was little to no chance that she got the time wrong.

She sat there comfortably, with her back against the door, and her crossed booted legs on the seats, like she owned the luxurious vehicle.

Finally, after twenty minutes of waiting, the door opened and a man sat in the driver's seat. He didn't even bother to put his belt on before he put the key in the ignition.

"Nice car."

The man reacted instantly to the female voice that came from behind him. He turned around but it was too dark and couldn't see the person that had penetrated into his car.

"I have the exact same one," she continued, she had a strong accent – British or… French? – "only difference is, I don't like the tinted windows. Makes it easier for people to break in."

"Who are you?" he asked, in his usual deep voice, and in an unusual surprised tone.

"My mother named me Ness," she answered. "You're working quite late," she said as she sat up straight and leaned forward, revealing her face. "Mr. Wayne."

"What do you want?" he asked next, sounding less surprised and more angry.

"What I want is for you to stop being stupid."

"Excuse me?" he asked then, vexed.

"Superman isn't your enemy, and currently, he's not even your number one problem."

There was a moment of silence, and she grinned at his perplexed face.

"Come on, Mr. Wayne. You and I both know that the only reason why you're not wearing your black cape right now is because you really had to go to this board meeting. And you'd be chasing after the wrong man."

She could see on his face that he didn't know what to do. He had no idea who he was dealing with.

"How would you know? Who are you?"

Ness chuckled as she leaned back, crossing her legs.

"You're not asking the right question."

She slid her right hand inside her black leather jacket and took out a white envelope that she handed to him. He hesitated a few seconds but eventually took it.

"Lex Luthor," she said, with an annoyed sigh.

"What about him?"

"He's cooking up something. I don't know what yet," she said, she sounded irritated, "but I know some of the ingredients, and let me assure you, it's nothing good."

"How do you know?" he asked again.

"I've…" she stopped to correct herself, "I've been made aware of it."

"By whom? Who's your source?"

She laughed.

"My source, Mr. Wayne, is no one you and I can talk to." He frowned at her answer. "Lex Luthor is holding an event soon. You'll receive an invitation in a couple of days."

"How do you know?"

Ness rolled her eyes and sighed.

"We won't make it far if you keep asking me this question," she told him. "As I was saying, you will receive an invitation from Lex Luthor himself, and you can use this opportunity to hack into his system."

"Why can't you do it? Why do you need me?"

Ness grinned.

"While my hacking skill is for sure way better than yours will ever be, I know for a fact that you already own the technology that we need to make this easier for both of us."

"Both of us? I'm not working with you. I don't know you, I don't trust you, and even if I did, I work alone."

Ness leaned forward again and he could see on her face that she wasn't joking around.

"Listen to me. The last thing I want is to be here and get involved in your business. Unfortunately, I don't have the luxury to just ignore this, and neither do you. If we don't stop Lex Luthor, then a lot of people will die. Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but it all starts right now."

"How do I know I can trust you?"

"The white Portuguese," she said, and she could see he knew what she was talking about. "It would have led you to Lex Luthor anyway. But for the wrong reasons."

"Lex Luthor is the white Portuguese?"

"Lex Luthor is involved in some insane shit that we need to stop. But some things are bound to happen, and others just need to. To stop this, we'll need the help of other people, but you leave that to me. Right now, the only thing you have to do is RSVP and show up to the party with your fancy toys."

"And what then?"

"Then," she paused, "I'll see."

She uncrossed her legs and opened the door, but didn't look away from him.

"Go home, Mr. Wayne. It's getting late."

He watched her leave, perplexed. He wasn't used to being surprised, and people didn't usually sneak up on him. And even though he was more than curious to find out what exactly Lex Luthor was up to, he had no intention of giving up his hunt of Superman.