You Wish

A DCAU Batman/Wonder Woman Fanfiction

Chapter Two: Abracadabra

"I heat up, I can't cool down"

(Wayne Estate, Riding Stables, The following day)

Shahwa studied the horses in the stables. All of them were well taken care of, each of them either from racing stock or were themselves racing horses. They were in excellent shape, beautiful, and at the same time it seemed that their main exercise came when Alfred had the various workers that were employed at the estate take them out and ride them. She neared them and could sense their curiosity. She gently touched one, a black Arabian that had a single white diamond on her muzzle. The horse gently nuzzled her, and she returned the favor, gently rubbing its neck.

"How often are you removed, allowed to run?"

There was a gentle nickering and she smiled, "I'm glad that it is daily, but still that seems so unfair. You were born to run, to feel the earth beneath your hooves, and to be resided to a couple of hours seems wrong."

The horse gave a gentle nicker before nuzzling her again. Once more she returned the favor, "Oh, you were born here, and this is the schedule you know?" she asked, "Well, that makes sense then."

Another horse whinnied, stamped, nickered angrily. She looked toward it, "There is no call for that kind of language," she said sternly, "My master is kind, and if he brought you here it was because he believed that you deserved a good place to live."

The horse angrily nickered again before stamping the ground harder, "Well, I can hardly blame her if you are going to act so uncouth."

She touched the black mare again, "I'm sorry that he's been bothering you."

The black Abarian nickered gently, nuzzled her, and then motioned her head toward a painted mustang. She moved toward the mare, and she could see the nervousness in the mare's attitude. She touched her, and she felt the fear and pain rolling off of her. The mare looked not at her, but at the stallion that was angrily nickering and whinnying before stamping loudly to emphasize his displeasure.

She touched her muzzle softly, "Tell me, please," she asked softly, "What happened?"

The painted mustang snorted, looking at the ground, a piece of her right ear was missing, not a big piece, but a piece nonetheless. It would have been a place where an aggressive stallion would have bit down in an attempt to mount her, and if she ran he would get a bit of her ear. She glared at the stallion, her eyes narrowed into thin slits. She heard walking, looked to see her master, but her expression did not soften as she glared at the stallion.

Bruce observed Shahwa, and for a moment he swore that he saw Diana, and not the Djinn that was summoned by the puzzle box. She moved toward him, her steps confident, but at the same time they were measured. Finally she looked into his eyes. He could see the inquisitive eyes of Vicki Vale there, but more to the point he could sense Diana's ability to find the truth.

"Master, this stallion, is his vitality needed?"

He looked at her, "No," he answered simply, "In truth some of the handlers have told Alfred that he's become increasingly aggressive toward some of the other horses. They've suggested that either I sell him or have him gelded."

She studied him for a moment, "He needs to be gelded, in front of her," she pointed toward the mustang, "I know it is not my place to suggest, or demand, but he has… Master, he forced that from her of which she did not want."

He realized at that moment that like Diana she could understand animals. Perhaps it was her own magic that did it, but she obviously communicated with them. He'd seen Diana do the same thing before. She had seemed to talk to some creatures out in the wild, calming them and sending them back into the woods where they wouldn't impede people trying to flee the area. It was something that almost seemed to be a miracle, and of course he understood her reasoning for being upset.

Before the idea of having the stallion gelded would have been a practical one, but since the horses could talk to her it was obvious that they confided in her. He'd keep the stallion, but tomorrow the vet would come out and take care of the gelding process. Of course he'd allow the mustang to watch. Obviously she had been the one to suffer. He walked toward the painted mustang. It seemed nervous, and he gently tisked at her, getting her attention. She moved forward, and he petted her muzzle.

"I'm not sure if you can understand me, but I will make sure that he doesn't do it again."

He wasn't sure what to expect, but her gently nuzzling his arm wasn't it. He looked toward Shahwa and saw her smile.

"She's thanked you master," she said happily, "She feels relieved."

He then turned toward the stallion. He'd been a thoroughbred racehorse, winner of the Gotham Gardens races six times in a row, won the Metropolis Field races another four, and there had been countless offers to rent him for studding. He knew no less than twelve other business owners in the Gotham area that would pay at least two million for him in the condition he was in at the moment. Instead he walked straight toward the stallion and looked at him. The glare was one he'd used on countless criminals, and he could see the nervous stamping the stallion was doing.

"Can he understand me?"

She nodded, "Yes," she said, "And I can translate for you if you wish."

"Do it," he said as he studied him, "I've faced monsters that make you look like a pathetic worm. I've gone up against beings so strong they could lift you in a single hand and tear your legs off while laughing. I have faced the worst of the worst, and you don't even rate in the same league. Tomorrow I am having the Vet, the doctor come, and he will remove everything that makes you a stallion."

The stallion stamped nervously, whinnied loudly, and then shook his head.

"Master, he said that he will never touch her again, that he will leave her be, to please be merciful."

He glared at him, "Mercy is earned, and you have earned none, enjoy your last night as a stallion."

Leaving Bruce heard the nickering and whinnying of the stallion, and he knew that Shahwa could understand the horse, but at the moment he didn't care what the excuses were. He'd been planning on selling the stallion, to be rid of him, and to find a different horse for the stables for a while. While it was mostly the hands that worked directly under Alfred that rode the horses, saw to their needs, and ensured that they were given exercise he did come out and ride at least weekly.

He could remember the riding lessons that his mother insisted upon. She had explained that knowing how to ride was important, and specifically that he would be expected to ride and play polo at the various gallas and events that would be held. He'd continued the lessons even after she was gone. When he took over Wayne Enterprises he played polo at the various charity events and gallas that he was expected to be at.

Of course he paid attention to the breeds, selecting the horses that would be considered only for the elite, and he would purchase them for the estate. It was another layer of the disguise that hid who and what he was, but it was one that had a foundation much earlier than some of the other bits of his disguise. He'd purchased the stallion when the owner decided that it was time to either sell or stud him out. Of course he'd offered a million up front, cash, and the owner had taken the sale.

Since then he'd noticed how unruly the stallion actually was. It would actively attempt to trample the hands, it would be unnecessarily rough with the other horses, and now he understood why. He'd believed that the horses were somewhat intelligent, but he never actually believed that there was a language. Now he knew that they communicated with one another, and that stallion was nothing more than a rapist.

Gelding him was the most fitting punishment he could think of, or at least it was without actually killing the horse. He saw no reason to kill it, and instead he walked back toward the house where Alfred waited.

"Alfred, call the veterinarian and inform him that we need a visit to the stable tomorrow. I want to see our troublesome stallion gelded."

Alfred stood there for a moment, "Of course sir, but may I ask why do that instead of simply selling him?"

Bruce looked at him, "I learned a few things that have shed light on why that wouldn't be the correct course of action."

He listened as Alfred made the call, and then he looked at the date. Like it or not he had to go to Wayne Enterprises. Specifically he had to go and manage a meeting with both Daggett and Luthor. Personally he had no desire to have Wayne Enterprises associate with either company, but he knew that the only way he could keep up appearances would be by attending the meeting. Lucius normally ran the day to day for him, but even he stressed how much Bruce needed to be there for the meeting. He looked at Shahwa and a smile crossed his lips. It would be nothing to create a new identity for her, and it was likely that she would fetch him should something dangerous happen.

So, having her attend with him would only make sense. Sure, he could make the wish, but there was absolutely no point in that. Instead he walked toward the grandfather clock that hid the entrance to the cave.

"Shahwa, come with me," he said as he opened it, "We're going to create your history."

She followed him, "Master, you understand that you could simply make the wish that I have a full history and it would be so."

He looked ahead, "I understand, but I'd rather do it. Besides, this way we know that it was done, and we don't have to depend on magic."

She followed behind him, not saying a word for a few moments, "I understand that you don't like magic, but I am magic," she said softly, "I am made of magic, does this mean that you… Do you hate me?"

He stopped and turned toward her, "No," he said simply, "I don't hate you. Despite the fact that you are a Djinn I see you as a person. A magic user to be certain, but a person. I would rather you not use magic, but I am giving some leeway simply because I understand that it is who and what you are."

He turned back around, "but that doesn't mean that I want you to use magic to fix everything."

She shook her head, "You are unlike any master I would have expected."

He shook his head, "I'll take that as a compliment."

They arrived at the computer, and within seconds he had it going on a new Social Security Number, Driver's license, Birth Certificate, High School Transcript, High School Diploma, College Transcript, College Degree, and a resume showing that she had worked in Administration for a couple of Fortune Five Hundred companies. With that he quickly created what they needed, took it upstairs, and then he looked at her.

"Now you may use magic. I need you to wear something business related, and I assume that you've already been inside of my head."

She nodded, "I have, although only for how I should appear. Master, I would not read your mind without permission."

He nodded, "Then when you've gathered visions of how you looked I'm sure that you've seen images of some of the women dressed in business clothes."

Without another word her clothes disappeared off of her almost as if they were made of smoke. A moment later a robin's eggshell blue shirt appeared, over it a charcoal gray jacket, followed by a skirt that came down to right above her knees. A pair of dark stockings appeared, and finally a pair of flats formed on her. He knew the suit, it was something that Diana had worn a few times when meeting as the ambassador for Themyscira. Together they walked not toward the Lamborghini, but instead they got into Delorean.

The car had been bought out from under Roland Daggett's nose. He knew that Daggett was attempting to get it because he wanted to use the car in a deal that he had tried to make with one of the many billionaires that lived in Gotham. Specifically it was an old friend of Bruce's father Thomas. The older billionaire had a son that was absolutely crazy about Back to the Future, and he found out that Daggett was going to use the car as leverage to get Jack Bolivar to agree to a joint venture that would have allowed Daggett's influence in Gotham to increase sevenfold.

Instead Bruce had bought the car out from under him, and then personally saw to it that every Delorean within a thousand miles was purchased and either donated to charities, museums, or given away as presents. It had sent Daggett over the edge, and he lost the potential help he had so hoped for. His venture failed, and in return Bolivar had managed to keep his money from helping a ruthless parasite that thought nothing of hurting others.

They entered the car, and soon it was cruising toward Wayne Tower. He allowed the car to be parked, and waved at Daggett who had seen them pull up.

"Roland!" he shouted, "Nice to see you."

Daggett stared daggers at him for a moment before giving a smile that looked like a wolf measuring up potential prey.

"Nice to be seen Brucie boy!" he shouted back, "And who is this lovely girl?"

Shahwa grinned at him. "Shahwa Lagneia," she said with a smile, "I'm the new Administrative Secretary for Wayne Enterprises. I actually had went over to remind Mr. Wayne that there was an important meeting today."

He studied her, "Well, if they're not treating you well here, I've got an opening at Daggett Industries."

She gave a pleasant smile, "No, thank you," she said, "Wayne Enterprises has done an excellent job of keeping my attention. Besides, I doubt that I could receive the excellent benefits package anywhere else."

She looked at Bruce, "Shall we Mr. Wayne?"

He grinned at her, "Of course, please lead the way Ms. Lagneia."