A/N: Thank you so much for the reviews, favorites, and follows on the last chapter. Honestly, it really gets me motivated to keep writing for you guys. Sorry it took so long to write this chapter! Though it's only been about two weeks, I've just not really had the time to sit down and just write. By the way, though this takes place in the Animated Universe storyline, I imagine these characters as they do in the DC Extended (movie) Universe. EX: Gal Gadot=WW, Ben Affleck=Batman, Henry Cavill=Superman etc.

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" There's a million things I haven't done.

Just you wait. . . Just you wait. . . "

-Alexander Hamilton, Hamilton

Chapter One

Earth 27

Futuristic 1972

Wonder Woman and Superman tumbled out of the portal and fell to their knees. Diana recovered faster than her companion and looked up just in time to see the portal close. She let out a yell of rage and slammed her fist on the ground leaving a dent in the metal. "We're in the middle of nowhere and our only way off this place just closed," Diana spoke with surprising calmness despite her recent anger as she stood up and helped Kal to his feet. She had to keep a cool head in order to overcome the predicament they were now in.

He clutched his head and grimaced. "My senses have dimmed. Whatever we came through has temporarily stunned my abilities." He tested out his theory by activating his heat vision but even though his eyes lit up with a familiar red Kal was quickly forced to turn his head away and shut his eyes. "No use. I'll have to face whatever ahead without my powers."

Diana turned her attention from her ill friend to the world around her. It was a hot day with dark, rainy clouds approaching in the distance. Tall skyscrapers rose into the sky and it was eerily silent; no movement even though it was daylight. Red flags were hung on golden poles with a black swastika on the front. Her eyes widened at the sight; had the Nazis won World War II on this alternate Earth? Beside the flags was a board with the word LEADER across the bottom edge of the frame. Within there was a poster of a man with black hair and an angry look that seemed to be how he always presented himself. But this man was unfamiliar; he did not have a strange mustache just above his upper lip. This man was no Hitler. So who was he?

Superman ripped the poster out to get a closer look at the man. "Who is he? I don't recall anything about him in regards to the Nazis." He passed the image to Wonder Woman who stared at it for a few moments before crumpling it and throwing it to the ground.

"That's because this event never happened on our Earth. The Nazis were never led by this man, who seems to be the reason the Axis Powers won World War II," she explained. "Batman spoke of these 'multiverse theory' before. When you make a choice, it creates a distinct path. Each decision we make creates a different Earth that is almost exactly like Prime Earth, or the first Earth, except in some small aspect."

"So somehow this man led the Nazi Party during World War II instead of Hitler, and he actually won the war, which created this alternate Earth?" Kal looked over to his comrade who nodded with a grim expression on her exotic features. "How do we get back? Can we even get back?"

Diana shook her head and brushed a stray strand of hair out of her face. "I believe the best way to figure this out, Kal, is to find a local. We'll be able to extract information and formulate an escape once we understand this Earth." She brought a hand to shield her vision as she looked off into the distance. "I think it's best that we don't use our powers. For one, you aren't even able to at the moment, and two, we don't want to draw any unwanted attention in our direction." Diana grinned at the obviously drained Superman, "Think you're up for it, Kal?"

He punched his fist into his open palm and cracked his knuckles. "Only if you are, Diana." Kal glanced down at the House of El crest on his chest. "Not to state the obvious, but I think we'll need to change into some different attire." He scanned the area before locating a common clothing store. Kal gestured for Diana to go first and the two walked into the building.

It may have looked normal on the outside, but inside was strange. It was vacant, though the sign on the door said "open", and the only attire they sold were slick, black military-like outfits. Diana reached out and grabbed the first set of clothing she saw. It was a long-sleeved shirt with a bullet-proof vest around it and a pair of dark green, tight cargo pants. When she looked to her left, she saw that Kal had already changed into his new clothes and was adjusting a pair of holographic glasses over his eyes. Once she was sure he wasn't looking, Diana took off her usual armor and stored it in a small backpack she had taken from the equipment area in the store. She pulled the shirt over her head and tugged the pants up to her waist, jumping a little to pull it up all the way. She slipped the straps of her backpack over her shoulders and secured it before bending over to lace up her newly acquired combat boots.

Just as Diana finished, she could see just enough out of her peripheral vision to catch sight of armed soldiers kneeling around the entire store. She huffed and adjusted her gauntlets around her wrists before she turned to Kal, "Do we ever get a break? You'd think for once locals would be friendly. Just once."

The two walked in sync and pushed upon the doors and stepped outside in broad daylight. Kal quietly assessed the positioning of the soldiers surrounding them. "Well, Diana, this is a world occupied by Nazis and you know how they were." She shrugged before sliding her back leg behind her and bringing her guard up; ready position. "You take the left, I take the right."

One of the soldiers, who seemed to be the leader of the group, raised his arms in mock surrender. "Look, we don't want any trouble. Just state your names and business; we don't want to have to hurt a woman."

Diana's eye twitched. "What is that supposed to mean, little man? You think I am less able than my companion because I'm a woman?" She sneered as she sharpened her stance.

Kal raised his hand at her to attempt to calm her down. "Diana, don't-"

A battle cry that could move mountains ripped out of Diana's throat as she pounced into battle. The soldier opposite to her began to fire his gun at her relentlessly, but she blocked the bullets with ease and gave a roundhouse kick to his gun. Once her foot had landed she pivoted and landed a firm hit to his jaw. She grabbed his disoriented head and smashed it to her forehead, effectively knocking him out. Another man came up from behind her and attempted to choke her, but Diana quickly dropped into a low stance and elbowed the assailant twice in the rib before sliding her leg behind his, grabbing his shirt around his waist, and flipping over her shoulder. While he was still down, she released a snarl before taking his shooting arm and twisting behind his back, pushing it just right to hear a popping sound in his shoulder socket.

Now several men at a time barreled towards her, forcing her to take a less aggressive approach. Diana's body immediately relaxed and she dodged under a set of arms and used his momentum against himself. Once she was behind him, she gave a palm heel strike to the back and he toppled over. The next one attempted to hit her with the butt of his gun, but she caught it before it reached her face. Diana twisted his wrist until he yelped in pain and dropped his weapon before pivoting her back foot, turning her hips, and hitting him with a sidekick to his solar plexus, knocking the wind out of him.

Diana slowly inhaled in and closed her eyes, forcing herself to heighten her sense of hearing. More soldiers' heavy footsteps echoed louder and louder on the metallic ground as they closed in on her. Just as they were about to strike, Diana's eyes snapped open and she sprang into action. She grabbed the nearest gun in her face and used it as a way of moving herself closer to the soldier's body and knocked her head back. The sound of the man's nose breaking echoed as well as his cry of pain and anger. He took a couple steps back which was enough time for her to spin onto his soldiers and choke her legs around him before departing. She jumped down and used the abnormally large gun to push back a couple of men and hurled it at them, buying her some time.

She ran back to where she knew Kal was handling the other half of the soldiers and got into position by his side. "How many of these guys are there? I can only show restraint for so long!" Diana yelled over the sound of heavy fire as she focused on deflecting the bullets just right so they would knock the weapons out of the attackers' hands.

Kal looked over at her side where men were knocked out, battered, and bloodied. "You call that restraint?" He went back to punching a man who tried to sneak up on him.

Diana winced as she recalled dislocating and breaking a couple of things. "They made me angry! Besides, the parts I broke weren't important." She spun around, guarding her friend's back, and delivered a crescent kick to a soldier trying to get back up from his fallen state. Diana looked around and saw that all men were down and beaten. She placed a hand on Superman's shoulder and they both finally relaxed.

She wiped the sweat off of her brow and grinned at Kal. "Well, that could have been worse. " Diana adjusted the slightly oversized pants so it would hug her waist tighter; she couldn't just drop her pants in the middle of a battle after all.

Just as the two were about to turn around to walk away, a door opened with a hiss and let a beam of light shine through. The duo both instinctively raised their hands to shield their eyes from the glare. As the door further slide open, a broad silhouette of a man stood and once the door finally locked in place, the man stepped out of the light and into their sights.

Diana forced her face to remain unfazed. This was the man on the posters. This was the man who led the Nazis and Axis Powers to victory. Her features twisted and eyebrows furrowed just enough for the man to glance in her direction.

Kal kept his gaze on the man before them, but he spoke ever so softly so she would be able to hear what he had to say. "You just had to say that."

If the moment wasn't so dire, she would've cracked a smile.

The man was dressed in a black military outfit with a golden medallion on the left side of his chest, and his black hair and beard neatly trimmed. He began to walk towards the two in a calmly fashion with hands behind his back until he came within feet of them. Moments went by as they studied each other, before he finally spoke.

"It seems that you've managed to defeat an entire fleet of my men. Advanced soldiers with high levels of skill in weaponry and strategy," his tone was as unforgiving as his face. "So tell me," he had begun pacing and now stood in front of Diana, "how did the two of you stop them?"

Diana's eyes narrowed. She couldn't stand men who thought their skills to be far more superior to anyone's. She knew she shouldn't have done it, but she just couldn't resist. "Was it supposed to be hard?" She kept her eyes forward, not daring to give him the satisfaction of eye contact.

He hastily grabbed her chin and pulled her to him. "Who are you?"

"Who are you?" She retorted.

Diana freed her chin from his grasp and he walked over to Kal. "I am Vandal Savage, ruler of this Earth," he took a dramatic pause before continuing, "and I am here in front of you today because I want to get to know the two average people who took down my men." His black, vacant eyes stared into her soul as he continued. "Now, we can either do this the easy way," he caressed his beard as if thinking over the situation, "or the hard way." He snapped his fingers and immediately several doors exactly like the one he had entered from opened, revealing lines upon lines of soldiers.

He gestured to the gunmen behind him with a carefree expression on his face but blood lust danced in his eyes. "Either way is fine by me; the only difference is that one option gives us a chance to discuss peacefully while the other," he inhaled sharply for effect, "let's just say one of us won't be leaving this intact." He moved back towards his men and sat in a throne chair that had been brought for his comfort. Once he was comfortable, he rested his chin on his hand. "Your choice."

Deciding that this show had gone on long enough, Diana slowly approached his throne. Kal reached for her in attempt to hold her back but she waved him off. The vile man before her had basked in this alternate Earth's misery. Now she would revel in his downfall. She lifted her leg up high and brought it down with all her might. Diana slammed the back of her heel on his chair, sending the wood in every direction. The false leader was able to stabilize himself from falling but he was now slightly unsteady.

Diana took the opportunity and spoke with such grace only royalty could have, "We have made our choice," and proceed to punch Vandal Savage, ruler of this Earth, in the nose.

Batman tilted his head back as he chugged water out of a canteen. He had been walking for approximately twenty minutes and had seen no other unusual sightings of any portals or the creatures that came out of said portals. Alfred had sent information on portals not long after he had started his trek, but minimum sightings of portals meant minimum knowledge as well. He had studied and memorized what was given to him and knew only two things. One, that the portal was most likely not a form of time travel, but of alternate dimension or world jumping. All theories led to the conclusion that if it had been time travel, the timeline would have already begun to change. Two, the ride through the portal has no time. It could take minutes, days, or years to go from one destination to another.

He continued to stagger along the metal ground and looked up to the supposed blue skies. Batman's hand absentmindedly moved for his utility belt and equipped himself with a batarang. He hurled it at the allusion above him and watch as a glitch spread through the sky, flickering it to its true alarming color; blood red. For just a moment, the demons of this world laid bare. Then as if it never happened, the moment was gone and the lie was put back into place.

Batman eyes narrowed from beneath his cowl but he straightened his back, clenched his fists, and moved on. His hand subconsciously fiddled with the settings on his earpiece changing it frequently to check his location, surroundings, and vital signs. After repeating this cycle twice, he paused; his map had a disturbance a few miles ahead. Batman began to make a list of possible scenarios—the creatures from the portal, Savage's robots and soldiers, common troublemakers—and with a push of a button he called for the Batmobile.

A green light appeared on his map signaling the vehicle's departure, and he waited until he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up before jumping and landing right in the driver's seat. He fastened his seatbelt, switched off the autopilot feature, and closed the roof of the Batmobile. Batman put both of his hands on the steering wheel and floored the gas pedal, speeding to where he knew was a party that he intended to crash.

Bruce winced; he'd save the overused battle taunts for Dick and Jason.

As he made a sharp turn around a corner, Batman was greeted by two figures, cloaked in nothing but cotton shirts and cargo pants, in the midst of a skirmish with Vandal Savage's elite forces. He quickly decided that anyone fighting against his enemy is his ally and switched the Batmobile's controls to autopilot and set the course for the heart of Savage's soldiers. Right when it was about to make contact, he leaped out of his vehicle and grabbed each side of his cape, fanning it out in a wing like fashion to glide down without any disturbance.

He came face to face with a woman giving a roundhouse kick to a soldier's rib and he raised an eyebrow when he heard a crack. Batman heard a snarl rip through her as she grabbed the back of a shirt belonging to another soldier who had jumped on her and threw him down in front of her. Batman watched as she turned and faced him. His eyes softened for a split second; she was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Her eyes widened at the sight of him, but before she could get any word out, she was tackled and forced to wrestle with another trooper.

Batman turned his focus to Savage, who hadn't noticed him yet. He was attempting to escape via private escort but Batman had no intention of letting him go without answering a few questions.

He allowed his cape to cloak him and he blended into the shadows. Batman moved swiftly on his feet through all the chaos until he was right behind the devil himself and grasped Savage into a choke hold. Before he could yell for aid, Batman covered his mouth and injected him with a neutralizing serum. When the man in his hold didn't slacken, the Dark Knight soon found himself flipped over and on the hard ground. His spine jolted and he squeezed his eyes shut, allowing a groan to slip out of his clenched mouth. Old wounds never really lost their pain.

Batman forced himself to open his eyes and saw Savage plunge his knife down with the intent to kill. He brought his hands up to block as much as the blow as he could, when suddenly he was rolled out of harm's way. He whipped his head in the direction the push came from and saw the woman from before.

A look of raw rage and power was etched onto her face. She had both of her arms crossed in X formation keeping the blade at bay. The sound of the knife scraping against her silver gauntlets sent an eerie chill throughout his body. Her muscles flexed as she steadily overpowered the male above her before finally pushing him off her forcing him to stand.

The Dark Knight took this time to recover and issued himself two more batarangs. He flung it just right and it caught on Savage's shirt, pinning him against the alley wall. He stalked towards the villain and gave him an iconic Batglare. "What is this?" Batman gestured to the bodies of soldiers behind him and to the woman now next to her companion. "What have you been up to, Savage? You've kept a low profile these past couple days and it isn't because you've decided to lift up on the pressure. What's changed?" He held the second batarang up to the man's Adam's apple and pressed it just hard enough to irritate the skin below.

But Savage just chuckled darkly and raised his neck higher. "Come on, Detective. You're a smart man; you know that this interrogation will go nowhere. I feel no pain. I have learned to control death and bend it to my will. One day, you will learn that there is nothing you can do to strike fear into my heart."

Frustrated, Batman removed the batarang from the dictator's neck and stabbed it into the opposite sleeve, leaving Savage cackling in the alley.

He called for the Batmobile and leaped into the vehicle. Batman made sure everything was in order and took a sharp turn and drove off in the direction of the manor. His paranoia caught up with him and he checked the rear view mirror for the eighth time. Once satisfied that he was not being followed, he turned his attention back to the road ahead of him only to see the form of a woman and man. His eyes narrowed, never truly surprised by anything these days, and slammed the breaks stopping right before impact.

Batman had no plans to abandon the Batmobile. He would just drive around them and continue to go to the manor like any normal day after patrol. But that was before; before the woman he had been so enchanted by mouthed a word. Imagine a word that had the power to either destroy the world or make it. A word that finally made the Dark Knight's eyes widen. Just a single word shattered his thoughts.

"Bruce."

And suddenly, Bruce knew that his normality—however little—had been fractured and destroyed by this one deadly angel before him.

Vandal Savage, ruler of this Earth, paced back and forth in the comfort of his own military compound.

"I want a full background done on both the rebels we encountered today! I want to know every single minor and major fact about these two and how they were able to defeat dozens of my men," Savage barked orders at officers hurrying to get away from the angry man. His veins were visibly straining in his neck and his eyes were blood hungry.

A hesitant new recruit lifted his head and addressed his leader. "What about the Batman, sir? How will he be dealt with?"

Savage slowly turned his head as if to ponder the inquiry. He stroked his beard and sat upon his new, very not destroyed throne. "How indeed," he spoke with a voice that felt like death crawling up the soldiers' spines. He lifted his eyes and stared straight into the window overseeing Gotham City. His face reflected in the glass revealing the man's crazed eyes. Lightning sounded in the distance.

"I will exterminate the Bat. But first, I will take what is most dear to him; first, I will break the Bat." Savage stood and walked to a cage that he kept on display. It contained a bat. He opened the cage and allowed the creature to crawl into his hands.

"Once his city is demolished, he will lose reason." He snapped the bat's wing.

"Once his family is annihilated, he will lose hope." He broke the other wing.

"Once, he is alone, he will be nothing." He squashed the life out of the bat.

Savage lifted his gaze to the men in front of him. "The Bat will fall," he uttered and dropped the dead animal to the ground. "As for the other two," Savage walked back to his chair and perched himself upon it, "it seems that it'll be a package deal." He looked to the surveillance cameras across from him and saw the three conversing intently.

Vandal Savage, ruler of this earth, would obliterate all who stood in his path.

A/N: Thank you all for reading! I'm planning to do like twice a month updates: one early in the month one late in the month. But next month I'll be out of the country so that will be cutting it close for even one update most likely in the beginning of the month. How'd you think about the chapter? Trying to do some subtle Wonderbat at this point but don't expect any fast romances, guys! Also, I love Bruce but I hated writing his POV this chapter. I feel like I'll start to really enjoy it later on when we'll get to see into his thought process and how he truly feels ;)

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