A/N: Back to Back updates! Hope you're as excited as I am!

I apologize for the chapter before. I realize that it was a little O/C of Bruce to just leave Jason there, but he was planning on coming back for him. He felt like he could trust Diana with Jason's life. This chapter is also going to be a little dry/fillerish, but please bear with me! :D

I did a quick sketch up of what I would imagine Bruce to look like in this story. Keep in mind that this is A/U so I didn't want to make him look too rough/experienced and his outfit doesn't reflect his normal batsuit. If you want to see you, you can go to my profile and I provided the link to my deviant art account there!

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Jason's body was drenched in sweat as he moved around restlessly in his sleep. His eyes were rapidly shifting underneath his eyelids as he ran as fast as he could in his nightmare filled slumber. He swung his arm over to the side of the bed as he murmured Talia's name with pain laced in his voice. His hand hit something hard causing his eyes to jolt open in surprise. His dark blue eyes scanned the unfamiliar room warily, he had no idea where he was or what he was doing there. He didn't raise his head or make any noticeable movements just in case he was being watched. The last thing he remembered was being taken away by the guards at the auction, and shouting out Bruce's name when he saw him. He shuddered on the inside and silently cursed at himself for blowing his mentor's cover. Hopefully Bruce was okay, but knowing him he definitely made it out safely. Everything after that was fuzzy though, he could barely process how long he's even been asleep for or what time of the day it was. His thoughts were shoved aside as soon as he heard a door creak open. He shut his eyes in hopes that they would think he's still asleep, he doesn't know what they'll do to him if they knew he was awake.

"How is he?" A gentle yet regal female voice asked as the door was closed quietly.

"He's awake," A smirk could be heard through the man's low voice from across the room. Jason cursed to himself; of course there was a guard in the room… Just his luck.

"Steve, could you give us some privacy?" Her voice was a little gentler this time, perhaps reaching out to the man in a more personal manner. Jason felt the awkward silence seep into the room; the guard was obviously not a fan of being asked to leave the two of them alone.

"Are you sure? I don't think that's a wise decision, this man was a part of the resistance. You don't know what kind of tricks he's hiding up his sleeves," Jason mentally rolled his eyes, sounded like a personal issue – schoolboy crush perhaps.

"Yes, you don't have to worry about me. We both know I can handle myself just fine," she reasoned with him, her voice still calm and collected.

"Not to step outside of my boundaries, but might I ask why you're so interested in this… mutt," He practically spat the last word.

"If I recall correctly, it was only 10 years ago that you too were once considered a 'mutt', so yes. You have stepped far outside of your boundaries," Her voice remained even but stern, "I advise we leave it at this. If you would kindly see yourself out…"

Jason could practically feel the heat rolling off the guard's enraged self-esteem. He wouldn't be too happy if someone spoke to him the way she did either, but he deserved every bit of that for referring to him as a mutt. Especially when the guard knew he was awake and listening. Jason heard the door open for a few seconds before shutting once more. He took a deep breath, not knowing what to expect from this witty woman.

"Jason? How are you feeling?" He heard her ask as she made her way towards the foot of his bed, "Would you like some water?"

His eyes opened involuntarily at the mention of water. He hadn't even realized how thirsty he actually was until she mentioned it just now. He reluctantly sat up and suppressed a groan from escaping his aching body. She reached out to try and help him get adjusted and comfortable, but he just looked at her with murderous eyes.

"I'm not here to hurt you," She lowered her hands as she took a step back to reassure him, "If anything I saved you,"

"Water," he muttered with slight difficulty due to his dry throat. He sensed that this wasn't going to be a short conversation.


"Secretary Luthor!" Steve called out to the bald man at the other end of the hall, "Secretary Luthor, I have something important to discuss with you,"

Lex Luthor took a deep breath before turning around to face the general. Although he was chosen to be the secretary he absolutely hated having to communicate with people. He would rather live out the rest of his life just directing and telling people what to do without having to actually have a conversation with them.

"Yes?" He drew out in an exasperated voice, emphasizing how little he actually cared.

"The Empress-"the general started but was cut off by his superior,

"What about her?" Lex gave the other man his full attention now. Anything that involved the amazon had always peaked his interest. Not only was she the most beautiful woman in the entire world, but she was also the most powerful woman…even more powerful than himself-and he didn't like that one bit. Lex had always felt like it was his God-given right to be the Supreme's right hand, not some peace-loving Amazonian slut. She barely shared any interest with the cultivation of the Empire anyways; she was just the Supreme's trophy wife. He would do anything it takes to take away the position she had held in this new world, anything.

"Uh, well…" Steve began to mumble. Seeing how eager Lex was to hear about potential bad news regarding the Empress he began to feel hesitant about snitching.

"For God's sake, what is it?! I'm busy and you're stalling," Luthor spat at him. He had plans to go do some more research on a suit he was producing.

"The Empress… she has that resistance captive and I feel as though she's up to no good,"

"No good, as in…?" Lex's patience was running thin.

"I think she wants to learn more about the resistance and so she bought him. It's not that I think she's up to no good but rather she's just curious and I don't think that…"

Lex blocked him out as he droned on and on about how his little fairytale princess was misguided and just needs to be told that she shouldn't do what she was doing. His lips curved into a menacing smile as a plan had just formed in his head. This was his chance.


"I had asked Steve to make sure your wounds get treated…" Diana sighed as she pulled up a chair to the side of the bed, "I'll have someone look at you right away,"

Jason still remained wary of the woman. Even though she seemed kind and came with innocent intentions, one could never be too safe with members of the Empire-especially not one of the leaders. He watched carefully as she moved to sit in the chair besides his bed. She wore a long deep red coat with a white button down that had golden embellishments. Her long legs were draped in dark blue-almost black skinny pantsuits. A long sword hung from her hip with a golden rope wrapped around like a sheath. His eyes narrowed as he tried to get a better look at the sword, but his view was cut off when she sat down and hung the sword on the back of her seat. His eyes were now looking directly into her cerulean blue ones.

"What do you want?" He rasped. His voice was still a bit rocky from his previous lack of hydration.

"Some refer to me as the Empress, but you can call me by my real name- Diana," She offered him a small smile in hopes that she could help him break down the walls he has built between the two of them, "You've been asleep for 3 days now,"

His eyebrows rose as he tried to process whether or not she was lying to him, "did you sedate me?"

"No, your body was just exhausted from the torture they induced upon you," Her eyes softened at mentioning the torture, "I'm sorry you had to endure that,"

Jason narrowed his eyes at her, trying to interpret whether or not she was being genuine when she extended her apology to him. She did not give off any vibes of being manipulative or ill-intentioned. She seemed 100% genuine, but he just couldn't believe it that easily. She was 2nd leader of the Empire; she led the people who killed his people. But he also knew about her and her people. They were forcefully taken from their island and some were used as prizes in the purge, but most of them remained safe because of her and her mother's sacrifice. For now, she was the only person he could trust. She's kept him alive till now, so hopefully she'll keep at it.

"Jason, I didn't buy you from the Purge to force you into doing labor work or… to kill you," she started, "to be honest, I'm just curious about where you come from."

"Gotham. The place you people destroyed," he replied curtly,

"The resistance," she gently corrected, "I need to-no… I want to learn more about the resistance,"

"We're the complete opposite of you twisted people, I'm sure you could figure it out," He crossed his arms over his chest, "If you're saying you bought me just to chit-chat about the resistance I'm going to have to call bull-shit,"

"I just want you to tell me how it is, I don't want any locations, names, titles, plans or any of that," Her voice was gentle as her eyes lowered to her hands that were crossed on her lap, "it's for my people,"

Jason furrowed his eyebrows as he assessed the woman sitting in front of him. He didn't know what was going on in her head. She must be completely nuts to want to join the resistance after being pampered up here and treated as though she was a queen. But he felt a small yearning to reach out to her and ask what her side of the story was. He knew this was a terrible idea.

"It's like family," his response surprised her as she looked up and saw his face painted with a nostalgic expression, "It's the closest thing to a family I've had since the moment I was born,"

Diana adjusted herself in her seat as she listened intently,

"I was raised by these people, and I learned and grew to love and appreciate them on my own," he smiled briefly before continuing, "And now that I've found something to finally love, you people come and take it all away,"

Diana bit her lower lip and she lightly nodded her head, "I too, have shared the experience of having my loved ones taken away,"

"Yeah, when you were weak," he scoffed, "Now you're the second most powerful being on this God forsaken planet and you're not doing anything to stop them from taking our loved ones away,"

Diana clenched the fabric of her jacket and clenched her teeth, "you don't understand,"

"No, I really don't," Jason continued to antagonize her, completely aware of how he was aggravating her, "I don't understand how any person with even an inch of moral conviction would allow this sort of genocide to continue,"

Diana got up from her seat as soon as he finished his sentence and grabbed her sword from behind the chair, "You're right. I wasn't in the right state of mind at the time, but now I am."

She walked over towards where Jason remained in the bed and raised her sword towards him with the handle facing him. Jason who was just getting ready to fend for his life looked up at her in utter confusion, was she surrendering to him? Did she expect him to take the sword from him? He cocked an eyebrow at her, waiting for her to give him a clue as to what she wanted him to do.

"Take me as your hostage," she extended the sword out towards him more, "Take me to your leader,"


A/N: I hope this chapter was a bit better than the previous one~

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