If you sue me for this, DC Comics, you're stupid, because you ought to know that I don't own this. You, DC Comics, do. But, hey, I guess I gotta say it, right?
Rating: T for my standard stuff—language, violence, maybe some character death, thematic elements
NOTE: For those who read "The Death of Red Robin", I know I promised a reboot of it, and this is it, but the story has been altered and the writing will hopefully have improved between then and now. Also, fair warning—I comment frequently on a Livejournal group that gave a prompt for this, and thereby inspired it, so…yeah. Enjoy!
Diana hovers over the bustling metropolis that is Gotham City and shakes her head in dismay. The people down below have no honor, no respect for anything or anyone excepting their own selves. They don't deserve everything they have, because they aren't grateful for it. In this whole city, there is only one small group of people who understand, a group whose head happens to be the elusive Batman.
Her beloved is a strong man, a good warrior, and a born leader. He cares, too, is compassionate toward all the young men and women he takes under his wing. He is a family man at heart, and that is what she loves about him. He knows the pain of losing that family, and he will do anything to keep it from happening, either to him or to someone else.
That's why she needs him.
Her plan is simple, something she won't need to explain much. She's sure he'll agree once he knows what they're up against. Certainly, he, of all people, would understand the urgency of the matter, the need to plan meticulously and execute that plan methodically. After all, they do share such a noble dream, these two people. The Amazon Princess and the billionaire vigilante have so many of the same goals, so many of the same imaginings. Together, they could make this world a better place.
All she has to do is make him see.
I can, she tells herself, as she sees him emerge from the shadows on the rooftop beneath her. I can make him take notice of everything we still have yet to do. He will have to agree with me. He must.
"Wonder Woman," his gruff growl of a voice rumbles into the night. "What did you need to see me about?"
She touches down in front of him. "Something very important," she assures him.