DC VI isn't completely ready as of yet. In the meantime, I've added a bit more filler for the time being.
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"Everything! She was my hero growing up!"
I'll admit, of all the possible things that could've happened tonight, hearing Wonder Woman openly admit to having Koharu Utatana, arguably the most bloodthirsty ninja I'd ever had the the pleasure to get to know (and probably, accidentally, help create, but there was no way I putting that on the record), as her inspiration was not one of them.
I idly took another sip of the water, emptying the glass to my annoyance.
"Everything?" I questioned with a snort. "I thought you said it was only one question?"
Diana blinked at the words, a slight smirk growing on her face before she responded.
"You never said it had to be a short one."
Taking in the words, and the clearly empty dishes on my side of the table, I promptly stole her main's plate and shrugged.
Diana raised an eyebrow at the action, the woman choosing to place her elbows on the empty space on the table before her. Her head on top of her palms.
"Does your culture approve of a man stealing his date's food?"
"Well, sharing is caring... Nothing on those scriptures of yours about it?" I questioned, idly cutting into the meat like a normal human being with actual cutlery.
"They were more focused towards the martial... and governing aspect of your country."
"Oh. In that case, yes, it is approved of." I grinned in response, rather enjoying the food served.
Evidently, Batman had somehow convinced the restaurant to serve me crap, when compared to his colleague.
"I am sure it is," Diana deadpanned pulling her arms off the table as she set her posture up.
"I am certain you'd agree with me if they'd never run out of space on your stone tablets."
I stopped chewing what I presumed was chicken at the sudden tenseness that filled the woman's expression.
"Problem?" I questioned after swallowing the piece of... whatever the hell it was I'd just ate.
When I saw the woman click the piece of technology hidden in her ear, I held in the sigh.
"...I suppose we'll have to leave the stories about your colleague for another time..."
"Well, you can always schedule an appointment with Arkham."
Diana blinked at the words.
"Arkham? You won't be going back there." The woman remarked quickly, the slightest bit heatedly as she narrowed her eyes.
"...You're going to have to break the news to Paroley. I can't stand the thought of breaking his heart myself." I remarked, dramatically hitting my chest.
"You're fine with that? You don't even know where..." Diana glanced towards the side, her gazing taking in the spectating and very confused waiters before she turned back to me. "The others are suggesting you go-"
"Can't get any duller than playing chess with an enigmatic asshole every day."
"Riddler? Your file said you spent more time with him than anyone else." Well, I did fix his eye problem for him... after causing it.
You know, maybe Koharu did rub off on me after all.
Just a tad.
"That's the one."
"Well, I can hardly blame you, he does tend to be rather vague-"
"Oh no, I am the enigmatic asshole in this context."
Diana blinked once.
"He's just a regular one. Nice guy though, if you ignore the crazy, and like ninety percent of his personality." No idea what Penguin saw in him, or was this the wrong universe for that?
"I see."
I doubted that.
"So," I remarked, idly getting up off my seat, my head glancing towards the front door to watch my ride back promptly drive away without saying goodbye. I tutted the moment I caught Diana looking in the same direction. "And to think I was going to give him a five-star review."
"How kind of you." Diana snorted in response.
"Seriously though, I have to ask. Does Batman have controlling shares in Arkham or something? It'd explain their revolving door policy and all."
"...Revolving doo- Oh I see what you mean. And... not to my knowledge, no."
Shrugging at the answer, I pushed my seat back under the table, because I do actually have manners, and waited for the woman to copy me before I turned towards her and calmly asked if she wanted to teleport to the roof.
"...How did you- You can teleport?"
"I can literally hear Batman breathing down your neck. And yes I can."
She didn't have a response, and after a moment of deliberation on my officer, I extended out a hand. One, to my surprise, she took rather willingly.
And I thought Hiruzen was too trusting for his own good.
The amount of shit he let me get away with was astronomically criminal.
I really miss that fucker.
Without another thought on the matter, I promptly relocated the two of us to the top of the building.
Though I did grab the last not-chicken wing on 'my' plate.
It was good knowing that despite the multitude of universes my ass has been dragged into, KFC was always a constant...
Well, not-KFC anyway.
Was pretty sure Bruce Wayne owned that too.
It took me five seconds after arriving in front of one confused alien who had the sun for plot-armor, a super paranoid billionaire orphan with nukes for toys, and the distracted lightning conductor, that I realized I needed to use the bathroom.
I considered whether I should flash-step back down or just use the ledge...
Was that a crime? I was pretty sure that was-
Though they are vigilantes... Was pretty sure that was a crime too...
I held in the urge to ask Batman whether I could piss of the roof or not.
Fucker probably owned the street.
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Flash-step: Teleportation.
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