You Wish

A DCAU Batman/Wonder Woman Fanfiction

Chapter One: My Name Is?

'Hi! My name is (what) My name is (who)?

(Wayne Manor - Kitchen - Twenty-four hours after the puzzle had been solved)

Alfred watched as their guest stood looking at everything in the kitchen. It was obvious that she knew what the objects were, but she looked at them as if seeing them for the first time. It didn't surprise him since she had said that she didn't exist until last night. He watched as she touched a jar of Jif peanut butter. She unscrewed the lid and smelled it. He took a spoon, dipped it into the peanut butter, and offered it to her. The way she took the offered spoon was sensual and provocative. She licked the top layer of the peanut butter, her tongue swirling around it, then she leaned forward, allowing the spoon to enter her mouth, let her lips close, and pulled back gently.

Although he was an elder gentlemen Alfred found himself trying very hard not to allow stray thoughts to enter his mind. He took the spoon over toward the sink, rinsed it off, and then placed it into the dishwasher.

"That is one of my master's favorite things isn't it?" she asked.

Alfred nodded as he turned around.

"Yes, Master Bruce has always enjoyed peanut butter," Alfred answered.

The girl looked at Alfred for a moment and then smiled. He couldn't explain it, but the smile reminded him a great deal of someone, but he couldn't quite picture who it was. The girl then went on her way throughout the kitchen sampling anything she could, touching almost everything in the kitchen, and watching the appliances as they turned on and off. Suddenly her face became solemn, then frantic, then worried, and without warning she ran out of the kitchen. Alfred followed her and watched as she simply disappeared completely. He stopped, uncertain of what happened, but moments later he heard an alarm from the cave. He opened the entrance behind the grandfather clock and walked down to see the girl holding Bruce. Like himself Bruce seemed confused, uncertain, and growing angry.

"What are you doing?!" Bruce demanded.

She shrank back from him and bowed her head.

"I'm sorry my master, but you were wounded. I sensed that you were in a life or death situation and I could not allow harm to befall you. That is why I brought you back here and healed you," she said.

Bruce stood up and walked away from her.

"Do you know what you did? Do you realize what you have done?!" he shouted at.

"Master Bruce, I'm certain she meant no harm," Alfred said before Bruce could continue his angry tirade..

Bruce looked toward Alfred, but held his tongue. He then turned toward the girl who looked as though she was severely ashamed of herself. There was a twinge of regret for shouting at her, but regardless she had let Twoface get away. He had tracked Harvey down and found him attempting to overtake part of Rupert Thorn's empire. It had erupted into a full out war between the two criminal organizations, and Bruce was attempting to take out the two leaders. If he did the lower men would be left without orders and it would make it easier for the GPD to arrest them.

Instead he had been shot, close range, by Twoface. It had been close enough that the bullet had gone through the joints of the armor and entered into his shoulder. It was something he had become used to, but then without warning she appeared. He felt her arms around him and a second later he was in the cave.

"What I do is dangerous. I face people who have no problem killing anyone. The people I was fighting with tonight had the potential of killing a lot of innocent people with their fighting," he said.

"I know, but I couldn't not act. I am bound to you. I feel when you are in pain, when you've been hurt, and I react. It isn't something I can control," she said as she continued to look at the floor.

"Perhaps I need to learn more about you so I can understand this better. You said that you are a servant Jinn right?" he asked.

"Yes, I was created to be a servant. A master Jinn formed me well over two thousand years ago," she replied.

"I want to know what happened. How were you formed, what your purpose is, and I want to know if there is a way we can contain your abilities," he said.

She took a seat and cleared her throat.

"Two thousand years ago I was born the illegitimate daughter of a wealthy land owner. He had allowed my mother to stay on his property, and in return she shared his bed. He believed that my birth was an attempt to trap him into marrying her, and as so he had me thrown from a cliff," she began. Her hand moved a strand of hair away from her eyes as she continued, "My mother ran to retrieve me and found me barely alive. She had no intention of marrying the monster who could do this, and she took me toward anyone who could possibly save my life. Her answer came in an older wizard. He informed her that while he didn't have the ability to save me he could contact a being which would be able to do so. His only requirement was that she agreed to wed him. She did so without hesitation."

She looked up at the darkness above her.

"The being he called upon was a Master Jinn. A being so old and so powerful that without being protected by magic merely seeing it would drive a mortal insane. The Wizard then allowed my mother pleaded with the Jinn to save my life. She understood that magic had a price, and she would willingly do anything to pay it. The Jinn was so touched by her pleads that it told her it would give her a single wish. She wished that I would be whole, healthy, and find someone who would care for me. She wished that this person would be able to show me how noble people could be," she said.

Bruce quirked an eyebrow as he entered the information.

"What happened to her?" he asked.

"I don't know. I was placed into the puzzle after that," she answered.

"Why did the Master Jinn turn you into a servant?" he asked.

"Again I do not know. The Jinn often do things on a whim, and perhaps he simply felt this would be the most amusing way to grant her wish," she replied.

"What kind of servant did he create you to be?" he asked.

She cleared her throat again and smiled.

"I assume that I was created with a sultan in mind. As such I was created to grant any wish within the realm of physical pleasure," she answered.

"Elaborate," he said.

"I can create fantasies, bend or stop time, blend into any society in which I am part of, and grant any wish of a nature that deals with physical pleasure," she said.

"What about free will? Are you able to take that away from anyone?" he asked.

"No, I can not remove anyone's free will. I can influence them, but I cannot make them go against anything they do not wish to do," she said.

"What are the extent of your powers? What can you not do?" he asked.

She smiled and looked into his eyes.

"I cannot change free will or someone's personality. Their personality is from the choices they have made because of free will. I cannot raise the dead. It is forbidden for us to even try. I cannot force anyone to love someone they do not or will not love, and I cannot kill," she answered.

"Anything else?" he asked.

"No, that is the only things I cannot do. Anything else is well within the realm of possibility. You need only to ask and I shall give it to you," she answered.

Bruce looked at her and his mind began to unfold all she had told him. Her limitations were that a wish had to be for pleasure, and the rules she had to follow. He also began to notice other things about her. Her face, body, hair all seemed to be a mixture.

"When I was formed I took the form from the women you have been in love with, made love to, or simply slept with," she said.

He studied her for a moment and turned around.

"I have a name for you," he said.

She raised her head and looked toward him.

"Shahwa," he stated.

"Thank you Master," she said with a slight bow, "Is there any wish that I could grant for you?"

"No," he said simply before getting up, "I'm going back out. Please, try not to interfere."

He used the remote for the Batmobile, and within a few minutes it arrived in the cave. He headed down to the cave and then he got into it. He did so with the knowledge that it was likely she would come and rescue him again. Her powers were nearly infinite, and the only thing that seemed to be any kind of hindrance was that it had to be a wish that focused on physical pleasure. The easiest answer would be to wish for her freedom, but there were also a slew of reasons not to do that.

It wasn't because of anything that she could give him. In truth with his kind of wealth he could get anything he wanted. If he wanted to be a sleazy playboy for real there likely wasn't a woman in the world that he couldn't get. The problem was that the playboy was an act. Sure, he slept with women, several of them, and each time it hadn't been for the act. Vicki Vale, which he realized where Shahwa's eyes came from, had been someone he believed there could be a future with.

But he knew that if he let her in, if he went that extra mile, it would only take for one of the more intelligent of his enemies to figure out that she was connected to Batman. At that moment they would target her to get to him. It had been an excuse he used with Diana, and that was where Shahwa's figure had come from. She had Diana's build, her face was similar to Talia's, her skin tone was from Selina Kyle, and finally her hair was Andrea's. She really was created from the images of those women that had been the closest to him. He'd never slept with Diana, he had considered pursuing a relationship with her, but in the end he believed that his darkness would tarnish her light.

She still flirted, occasionally, but it was far less than it had been. His distancing had done what he both wanted and feared. It had told her what words couldn't convey. It'd made her realize that the Batman wasn't interested. He knew that she was looking elsewhere, and he felt thankful for that. Sure, it was a terrible thing to have done to her, but he didn't want to be the reason she stumbled and fell.

Besides, he had little doubt that some of his enemies would attempt to take on the Princess of the Amazon. Most of them were so broken, so destroyed mentally, that they didn't fear her or death. They ran toward both with open arms. She could stop most of them, but someone like Jervis Tetch, Dr. Jonathan Crane, or Ra's would find a way around her defences. It wasn't that she wasn't smart, Diana was brilliant, but like Clark she had fallen into the trap of believing herself to be invincible.

She didn't keep the kind of vigilance up that was needed when dealing with a twisted genius. It would take only one mistake and any of the list he had just named could find a hundred ways to make her kill herself. Jervis Tetch could use his mind control devices to force her to fall upon her own sword. Crane could use his fear gas to make her scared of her own skin, of oxygen, of her bones, or any number of things which would be fatal, and then Ra's… Ra's had patience, time, and an access to knowledge that was mostly believed to be long forgotten. It could take him months, years, decades, or even centuries, but he would find a weakness of hers in that knowledge. Once he did it would be a matter of time until he exploited it.

Distancing himself was the only way to keep her safe, and he knew that. At least he had believed that, but this changed. Shahwa changed things in a way he didn't exactly understand. She made it different. She had healed him, he didn't spend days recovering, but instead it had been instantaneous. There was little doubt in his mind that she could possibly extend his life. For all rights and purposes he could become immortal, and that prospect frightened him.

Each brick he'd placed in the wall that separated the idea of her being with him had systematically been destroyed. What was left was rubble in its place, and there was no other reason than his own fear. Fear that Diana could cause him to deviate from the mission. He didn't think that she would stop him from being Batman, but he did consider the fact that with her in his life he could find less of a reason for it.

Andrea had nearly done that. She had come into his life when he believed that he would never be happy. She had shown him that there was a chance to have a full and rewarding life with someone he loved, and then it had been ripped away from them. That had been done by common criminals. His fear wasn't unjustified, but he knew that it wouldn't be the likes of anyone like Chuckie Sol, Buzz Bronski, or Salvatore Valestra that would rip it away from them. It would be someone far more broken, damaged, and insane that would do it.

But then even that thought was wrong. Shahwa could literally rewrite the entire universe if she wanted. Her powers were certainly god level, and that meant that she wasn't someone to be trifled with. The control of that power rested in his hands, and he was responsible for the kind of power that could change practically anything. The more he considered it the more it looked like he would need to bring someone else in. He knew stories about the Djinn, but there were a few that he knew he could ask. A visit to Dr. Fate seemed to be in his future.

With that in mind he set out to track Two Face's movements.