No specific timeline is intended for use, as of yet. This is my own take on the overall relationship between the Titans and the League, with a little bit of spice added from Young Justice Continuity. None of the relationships I explore haven't already been established, in one form or another, by original DC works. At its heart, I intend for this piece to be a BM/WW centered story but NW/SF has just too much to explore to be ignored.

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The kid was still too headstrong, there was no other way of looking at it. He didn't stop to consider any additional angles once he came to a conclusion he deemed right. Even if more obvious answers were staring him in the face. If he only stopped to think it all out... If he only had all the facts, he wouldn't be so angry. Instead, in classic form, he came to his own conclusions and then threw a fit like a brooding, petulant child.

Wonder where he got that trait from.

Batman paced along the row of screens in the Justice League's command room, The Womb. Monitor duty irked him even during normal circumstances but fulfilling his obligations while still trying to get a handle on his run in with Dick made him detest the predicament even more. He was itching for a way to channel his frustration, but he forced himself to hold firm to his calm outward appearance.

Whenever he worked with the League, or found himself alongside meta superheroes in general, he had to be more Bat than man. Their discomfort around him was the only weapon he naturally possessed, and he exploited that fact to great effect. That wasn't to say he didn't possess individual contingency plans to incapacitate each and every member of the Justice League, should that terrible need arise. No, he simply needed a way to throw his weight around without physically going toe to toe with people who could destroy entire cities with an errant sneeze. Indulging in the role gave him that edge.

Even at the best of times, Batman's opinion of the seemingly all powerful meta humans was less than favorable with few exclusions. Clark could be handled easily enough, Boy Scout that he was, but that didn't mean he wasn't inherently dangerous. Diana, however, was three times the threat Superman was. Wonder Woman held the entire overpowered package of super abilities Clark did, but in her they were backed by her royal sense of duty as a princess and an Amazon warrior's lust for combat. A combination Bruce found himself at constant odds with.

Diana...

Pausing his pacing around the facility, he reached for a panel on the wall and dimmed the lights. It was a nuance he'd allowed himself to continue when working outside the cave, but it served an added bonus of adding to his mysterious reputation within the League. Since the bright LED lights were damn near blinding in the entrance areas near the teleporters and main hallway it always took the less nocturnal heroes longer to adjust to the difference between rooms. This often afforded him the opportunity materialize behind any visitors before their pupils had acclimated. A trick that seemed to work on almost every member except for Martian Manhunter with his telepathic abilities, and Oliver Queen who had taken to believing Batman was always, constantly, right behind him.

Leaving the wall panel, his frustration redoubled. The darkened room hummed warmly with the buzz of electronics, and the multiple displays cast shadows at odd angles around the room. Making the environment more like the cave he was so accustomed to, only reminded him of the last fight he had within it. He worked his fists angrily, popping knuckles muffled beneath the cover of his gloves. He was losing his cool, in more ways than one. The fight with Dick was stressful enough, but the ripples of that altercation would reach the League members soon. Now there was something he would hate almost more than Monitor duty. With an agitated sigh, he slumped into a chair and began scrolling through security feeds. He aimlessly opened a few, drawing short when he reached a feed from the training room with Wonder Woman's name on it.

The ultimate truth of the matter, was that it was her fault to begin with. Diana had practically begged, at least as far as her noble heritage would allow, Batman to help her keep an eye on her younger charge. She was Wonder Girl's loudest supporter when it came time to assemble the Titans, and led the initiative to get Cassie included on the team personally. The result was satisfying enough to all parties, at first. Cassie Sandsmark got the spot on the team she so desperately wanted, and Wonder Woman had an outlet for her sidekick to establish a semblance of a normal life that Diana was denied. In hindsight, the plan had worked almost too well.

Batman began the playback on the security feed and studied Wonder Woman's training routine. He watched in much the same rehearsed manner that Diana employed going through her usual routine. Years ago, Bruce had taken to watching the training feeds of all of his teammates in order to better fight alongside them, or against them, should the need arise. Diana's movements had become predictable to him in no time. She was almost as strong as she was proud, and in her confidence she telegraphed her punches almost as badly as Clark did. Not a bad tactic considering there were few on the planet who could block such blows without suffering extreme injuries, but it was still a shortcoming nonetheless. The training session was short and Bruce's mind began to wander as he watched Diana flow through her cool down stretches which would, invariably, lead to meditation. A practice that was her signature sign off after training.

For a brief moment, he wondered if she bothered to try to teach the same practice to Wonder Girl. Between the two of them, that girl needed it more than Diana did, certainly.

It wasn't a secret, Cassie had fallen hopelessly for Conner. Almost immediately Con-El, the biological grab bag of Lex Luthor and Clark Kent, had endeared himself to the young woman in ways that no other person could hope to match. It made sense after all. Even on the Titans team, they were in a class unto themselves. It was only natural, given that half the world thought Wonder Woman and Superman were an item, for their younger counterparts Wonder Girl and Superboy to be romantically involved. Unfortunately within that budding, awkward relationship blossomed Diana's problems.

Diana made her initial request under the guise of being responsible for the Titans as a whole. After all, it was her directive in the first place and as such she was in charge of handling communication between the team of youngsters and the Justice League. That fact aside, Bruce didn't buy it. Sure, he understood Diana probably had an overinflated sense of responsibility for the kids but they weren't teens anymore. As hard as it was for even him to admit, the "kids" didn't need a chaperon anymore, but Diana was insistent.

While Diana trusted Cassie to keep her informed of the day to day facets of her life, she didn't want Cassie to feel like she couldn't come to her for anything. So like all well-meaning, albeit overbearing, caretakers she devised a way to eavesdrop. The only problem was Diana was awful at espionage and even worse with electronics. Her methods always favored a direct approach, not subterfuge. Any attempt at infiltration she made on her own, Diana knew, would be discovered immediately and her predicament would be exposed. The Titan's trust in their benefactor would be shattered, and she'd lose the team entirely.

Batman adjusted his cape idly before leaving his seat. He completed another uneventful patrol of the Watchtower before perching himself at the console once more. Batman now stared idly at an unchanging screen of messages. Each previously handled, yet unfiled. A lingering reminder of Booster Gold's shift before Bruce's. Each request for assistance had been handled accordingly, but the message traffic had become a substantial backlog. Slowly, he filed each message away under the folders bearing the names of each corresponding hero responsible for aid. He found a small pleasure in the deep recesses of his mind at the repetitive task. It was a welcome break from his nagging thoughts.

The fight with Dick bothered him, sure, but not as much as his interaction with Diana. Robin, no, Nightwing, he corrected himself, would come around. The two had clashed over far more sensitive subjects and still managed to patch things up just fine. It was only a matter of time before cooler heads prevailed and they talked things out. No, the underlying issue at hand was Diana and the aftermath of their poorly executed scheme.

For the life of him, he couldn't understand why he agreed so readily. He saw right through her half-baked excuse to bug the Titans' tower, but he acquiesced all the same. He even found himself fortifying her weak position with excuses of his own. Ultimately, Conner Kent was just as large a potential threat as Superman, it only made sense to keep tabs on him. And he was still a clone of Luthor, let's not forget. Bruce hadn't necessarily been intending to spy on Nightwing and Starfire directly, but Batman was never one to look a gift horse in the mouth.

That bombshell had been troublesome for him to cope with. Without question, he found Dick's involvement with the alien to be a bad idea. Not only were they teammates, an objection he raised when Dick had first become involved with Barbara as well, but her alien abilities put her in the same class as some of the most powerful heroes in the Justice League. It made her just as dangerous. A position he found himself struggling to stick to while acknowledging he wasn't entirely unbiased. While he still hadn't deigned to reveal his identity as Bruce Wayne, it was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore he had lost control over the distance he normally kept between himself and the other members of the Justice League. The mounting evidence, he was resigned to admit, pointed to his long denied soft spot for anything involving Diana. It made him feel like a hypocrite.

His filing efforts finished, he pushed himself away from the console and resumed his pacing. He was about to start yet another mental tirade against his apparent hypocrisy when an idea struck him. Batman was having a hard time maintaining his impartial nature whenever Diana was involved, he admitted freely.

He was simply allowing himself to get distracted by her presence.

He smiled to himself as a wave of understanding rolled forward from the back of his mind. The grin was wholly uncharacteristic underneath the cowl.

The only way to fight a distraction of this level, was with another distraction entirely. A distraction that if Batman couldn't find, then Bruce Wayne certainly could.

Glad his momentary lapse in façade had gone unwitnessed in the empty room, he slapped his stereotypical scowl back into place immediately. Though no one was present to see his lapse, the security cameras of the room certainly would have caught it. He thought briefly of erasing the last few seconds of security footage from the cameras, but decided against it. Categorically, he decided that the out of character brief smirk would unnerve the prying eyes of Wally or Lantern more than anything else, should they review the tape. With a measured stare, he turned to directly confront the nearest camera before striding away toward the training rooms. His mental hurdles assessed and handled, he was off to resolve the lingering physical stress held in his muscles.