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I wanted to make the chapter take up the whole episode like in the show, but I changed my mind. It felt like it would take me a little longer than I thought to get the chapter out but I made promise's that it would come out this week. I am still trying to figure out how Elissa will meet Diana, and we will get the story about what happened in the past between Bruce and Diana. This is a wonderbat story, but for the moment Diana will be paired with Steve. FOR THE MOMENT! I promise the wonderbat will happen. Here it is everyone, my new wonderbat story. Enjoy!
Life Unexpected
Chapter 1
Gotham City-Then
A young woman, no older than eighteen years old, lies in a hospital bed in the maternity ward of Gotham General Hospital.
The young woman's raven-haired is matted, some strains suck to her sweat drenched forehead. Her sun-kissed skin usually so bronze is now ghostly pale. Her azure eyes are filled with agonizing sadness and despair.
The process she has just went through has left her weak and the pain meds the doctors have given her have left her numb below the waist.
She has no choice but to do this. Its for the best. For everyone. She's young. She is studying abroad from her island home located in Greece. She had to beg her mother to let her go in the first place.
Her mother, a senator in the Themysciraian government, would be furious if she found out.
Diana knows she is doing the right thing, but it still hurts. She is too young as well as single. She doesn't want that deadbeat bastard anywhere near her. Not after everything that's happened.
"Miss Prince" a voice breaks the young woman from her thoughts. The dark-haired woman looks to the door and sees an older woman holding a pink bundle in her arms.
Diana stares at the bundle sorrowfully and then quickly turns her head away from the two newcomers in the room.
"Would you like to see your daughter?" the nurse asks.
Diana continues to stare out the window of the hospital room. She shakes her head, "I don't want to" she mutters but says it loud enough for the nurse to hear.
"Are you sure?" the nurse asks again hoping the Greek woman would change her mind.
Diana still looking away from them says, "I've already made arrangements for her to be put up for adoption" she says emotionlessly, "there is no point in me holding her."
The nurse nods sadly, "Do you at least want to give her a name?"
Diana shakes her head, "No, please send her away" her voice cracking. The anxiety building up and finally over flowing.
"Alright" she says heading for the door, "The doctor will be in to check on you in a few minutes" the nurse says before leaving.
With that said, the nurse as well as Diana's daughter leave the young woman alone.
Once gone, Diana breaks down. Tears well up in her ocean blue eyes. She chokes up, "I'm sorry" she says. She wraps her arms around herself in an attempt to comfort herself, "I'm sorry" she continues to repeat over and over again as her tears trickle down her cheeks.
Gotham-Now
A young dark-haired girl sits in front of her social worker, Marie, a brown short-haired woman, with a pale complexion, wearing a brown sweater black pants and brown boots on a late afternoon, the sun still high in the sky.
The girl sitting in front of her social worker has midnight dark-hair, blue eyes, and light tanned skin. She is wearing a dark green winter coat and worn out light blue jeans and a pair of black and white sneakers.
"Elissa" Marie, the social worker, starts, "I know how much emancipation means to you, but you are fourteen—"
"Almost fifteen" the teenager interrupts. A frown on her face. Her birthday is in a few days. Emancipation means freedom from foster home after foster. A family who doesn't her unless a government check is stapled to her shirt. If she can get emancipation that means no more crappy foster parents. No more creepy foster dads. No more creepy foster brothers trying to see her in the shower.
"Almost fifteen" the social worker relents to the teenager. "But, a judge may not sigh off on emancipation with you having no place to live, no money, no job.
"I have money" the dark-haired girl interrupts again. "Remember I have a thousand dollars saved up" the girl says. She knows she doesn't have a place to live or a job yet. But, its not like this idea came out of the blue. She has been planning this for awhile know.
"I know" Marie says. "But, I just don't want you to get your hopes up" she states concerningly.
Elissa nods. She understands that Marie is the only adult that cares about her. Her foster parents don't. Her birth parents never did. "Is there anything besides what you already told me that could block my emancipation?" she questions.
Marie nods, she shifts through the piles and piles of paperwork on her cluttered desk. She eventually finds Elissa's file. "Yes" she says opening it up. "I find out that your birth parents never signed away their parental rights" she says simply. She looks at Elissa whose eyes widen, and brow raises. Her emancipation appears farther and farther away from being a reality.
"So that could stop you from being emancipated" she tells the teenager, who groans in misery. "Relax" she tells her, "I'm going to track them down and see if they will sign their rights away, okay?" the brown-haired woman tells her charge attempting to ease the girl's nerves.
Elissa nods and smiles a little.
Suddenly, a knock-on Marie's office door is heard, causing the two occupants to turn to the door. The door opens revealing an elderly woman, dressed in a pink blouse with a ladybug broach on her chest, with dark pants, "Marie, the supervisor is looking for you" she tells the woman.
Marie nods and rises from her seat behind her desk, "Thank you, Susan." She looks back to Elissa, "I'll be back in a moment" the girl nods in acceptance.
With that Elissa is left alone in the office. The dark-haired girl looks around the office trying to occupy herself. She sees all the photos of Marie with other children, who found good families, in Gotham of all places. Go figure.
Elissa sees some artwork and other gifts Marie has been given. She sees a hand turkey made by Elissa herself when she was younger, she gave Marie that when she was in third grade. A smile fondly appears on her lips remembering how nervous she was when she gave it to Marie.
Finally, she can't take it anymore. She looks back to the door and doesn't see Marie coming back anytime soon. Curiosity finally taking over she shoots up front her seat and goes behind Marie's desk.
She opens her recently closed file and starts searching for her birth certificate. She keeps flipping through pages her brow furrowed. Every so often she looks up from the file to check if the coast is clear.
She bits her lip nervously, she has always wondered who her parents were. Why they gave her up? She has wondered about it since she was a little girl. Now she will get at least one answer today.
She flips until she sees the waiver of rights. Two copies. One for her father. And one for her mother. She flips them over and sees her birth certificate.
Her eyes widen. Anxiety building up in the pit of her stomach. Her palms become sweaty. She swallows. Her hands shake. She looks and sees her name.
She looks further down and sees that her mother's name is smudged up to being illegible. The girl pouts. She looks back to the waiver's and sees one has ink smudges on the back. The ink must have been wet when her birth certificate was copied.
She looks to her father's name and gasps in shock at the name, "No way!"
Gotham-after midnight
A dark figure is thrown through the night air and crashes into a brick wall causing some cracks to form from impact.
The figure slumps to the ground, its head bowing.
The night street deserted. Nothing but parked cars. Lit street lamps and two men beating the hell out of one another.
The other man, well its hard to tell if he is a man. The giant of a man approaches the downed figure, his teeth razor sharp, his skin, green and almost reptilian, his eyes yellow with black slits. Metal cuffs with a few links left attached to each cuff, his large hands with talons for fingernails, dark red pants worn out at the ankles with bare feet. Shirtless the large beast of a man is as well as bald.
Waylon Jones AKA Killer Croc. Recently, escaped from Arkham Asylum, three days ago. Admitted for life. For crimes from murder to cannibalism.
"You should have left me alone" the reptile man says in raspy voice.
The dark figure regains his senses and his head rises, "Batman" the cannibal finishes. With that the figure head is fully raised and white lens covered eyes stare back at the reptile, blood trickling down from the left corner of the man's mouth.
The vigilante quickly stands up to face his rogue. His cape enveloping him, his hand travels to his utility belt and pulls out a grey grenade like object. He grits his teeth at the approaching enemy only a few feet from being on him.
Batman's cape is quickly thrown over his shoulders revealing his black body armored suit as well as light gold utility belt wrapped around his waist, with a black bat emblem on his chest.
He side throws the grey object in his hand at the croc man aimed at his head. The grenade explodes against Jones' mouth producing a gray sticky like substance stuck to his mouth.
Jones roars are muffled as the glue grenade is keeping his mouth from opening. His reptilian hands give a futile attempt at removing the glue.
Batman taking advantage of the distracted enemy dives the side putting distance between the two. Croc more focused at removing the glue so that he can finally eat the bat once and for all.
Batman having put enough distance between the two of them pulls out an air gun filled with a heavy sedative.
He charges at the flailing giant and jumps at the man's back, wrapping an arm around his throat. Once secured Batman tries to administer the sedative.
But, a problem occurs. Killer Croc's scalely skin is too tough to penetrate.
Batman's lens covered eyes widen in shock. He wonders did he mutate again?
Croc having had enough of the piggy back ride reaches behind him with his left hand and grabs Batman by the back of his cape, throwing him off.
Batman sent flying crashes into the pavement. The air gun bouncing against the pavement and falls into a sewer grate.
The dark-armored man quickly gathers his wits hearing Croc roaring again in frustration that the glue won't come off.
The vigilante rises again and formulates a new plan. He reaches into his belt and pulls out a gas mask and attaches it to the open 'window' of his cowl. A clicking sound is heard, meaning the mask is secured.
Batman also pulls from his belt three small gray spheres.
He turns to Croc, who roars in victory at finally removing the glue grenade. He smirks at the bat, "I'm going to fill my belly with you bat" he says with a sickening smirk on his lips.
The vigilante glares at the cannibal, if his skin is to hard, he will just have to administer the sedative a different way.
Batman throws the spheres in his hand at the charging giant and explode into green smoke. Croc inhales the smoke but keeps charging until he makes it through the smoke to Batman's position. Only he isn't there anymore.
"You think you can stop me with smoke" Croc bellows angrily. His eye lids getting heavy.
"It's not smoke" Batman says with gruff in his voice. Croc turns his head to the left and sees standing in front of a parked dark green minivan, "Its anesthetic gas."
Croc begins to get drowsy and wobbles until he falls flat on his back, spread eagle and snoring.
The dark-clad man waits until the gas dissipates until he finally removes the gas mask from his cowl.
He returns the mask to his belt and bends forward at the waist putting his palms on his knees. He groans, "I'm gonna be hurting in the morning.
He's thirty-two years old. He's been at this for the last seven years and it doesn't look like there's any end in sight. More enemies then he can count. Each with their own huge body count. But, he presses on. The mission isn't over. The mission will never be over.
He knows it's a suicide mission. It's always been a suicide mission since he was eight years old.
He takes a deep breath and then exhales, back to work. He returns to full height and wonders; did he bring the muzzle?
The next morning
"Wake up, Gotham! This is Diana and Steve on Gotham Morning Madness!" a woman's pleasant and delightful voice is heard over the radio of Gotham.
"it's a lovely Tuesday morning. It is six o'clock in the morning with some chilling winds and temperature on this nice winter day" a man's voice is now heard over the radio. "As always we have been at work since five on a workday" the man sighs, "some days I wish I could just sleep in" he wishes.
"You can, its called the weekend!" Diana cheers the man up with a smile in her voice.
Steve laughs.
"As usual, Diana and I have been involved in our riveting game of Sex, Marry, Kill!"
We come to Gotham Morning Madness radio studio where Diana Prince and Steve Trevor sit in front of one another with a microphone between the two and headphones on their heads.
Diana, an early thirties woman, with azure eyes, raven hair, bronze skin, and luscious red lips, wearing a black leather jacket and a purple blouse underneath with dark blue jeans and black knee-high leather high-heeled boots.
Across from her is Steve Trevor, a blond-haired man wearing a navy-blue dress shirt with the collar opened, revealing a white undershirt with black dress pants, and dress shoes.
"Diana tells me she doesn't want to play the game because she doesn't believe in marriage" the blond-haired man tells the listeners.
"I don't need a ring and some old man in ropes telling me I need to bind myself to another" the raven-haired woman interrupts her co-host, "If I love someone enough to want to spend my life with them that's fine. But, I enjoy my freedom more."
"My, your boyfriend must love that" Steve scoffs jokingly.
"I have no boyfriend!" Diana insists. "We just hang out."
"Really, what he'd do? He wants to meet the parents or something?" Trevor asks but already knows the answer.
"He- ugh, he called me the one!" Diana struggles to say and rolls her eyes after saying it.
"No!" Steve shouts mockingly, "I hope you called the cops on this monster" he says with smile.
The woman shakes her head, "I'm never confiding in you again.''
"Uh-huh" Steve says unconvinced, "In other news, Waylon Jones AKA Killer Croc was apprehended last night" Steve informs the listeners, "I'm sure everyone will be sleeping a little sounded after knowing this."
The blond-man leans forward in his desk into his microphone, "Sources say it was The Batman, who captured the crocodile man and dropped him off at Arkham Asylum, with all the other lunatics" he rollshis eyes.
"Once again our friendly neighborhood vigilante strikes again" he says mockingly.
Diana whose been quiet for some time looks at her co-host with narrow questioning eyes, "You don't seem like a fan of Batman, Steve. Why?" she asks.
"I think the guys a psycho like all the other nuts in Arkham" he says with irritation in his voice and an annoyed expression on his on face. "I've been in Gotham for the last six years and I remember the mobsters, Falcone, Maroni, hell even Rubert Throne and do you know where those men are? "he asks sarcastically everyone already knowing where mentioned mobsters are, "Dead!"
Steve grits his teeth, "Now, we have freaks in costumes running around the city. The Joker. Two-Face. The Riddler. Killer Croc. Mad Hatter. Firefly. The Penguin. Cops useless. They have a damn nightlight to call Batman to do their jobs. Hell, when the Joker debuted in Gotham he threatened kill two boats full of people just for a laugh. The Joker alone has more body count than the other freaks in Arkham combined!
"And people believe Batman's a hero" Steve states outraged. "Well I'm not drinking the kool-aid. If he really was a hero he'd have put the Joker out of our misery a long time ago."
In Arkham Asylum, a janitor mopping the floors in front of the prison cells of the inmates, one inmate hears Steve Trevor on the janitor's radio, talking about how the Joker should be put to death.
In cell J 0801, a pale man with green hair, strapped tight in a straitjacket shakes his head, clicking his tongue, "Oh, Stevie, Stevie, Stevie, this just can't stand" he says merrily. He thinks to himself when was the last time he saw the sun? Felt the wind in his luscious green hair? Saw his BFF. He doesn't remember. But, surely it must be time for his annual break out. He and his best buddy haven't had a night on the town in like forever. Well, its time to doll himself up and break out.
He begins to cackle.
Steve continues on, "I hear he even has a sidekick now. A kid for God's sake!" he shakes his head. "What about you, Diana?" he asks his beautiful co-host.
Caught off guard, Diana struggles to answer, "I think the Batman has good intentions, but his results leave much to be desired" she swallows, "I think The Batman's methods are a bit vulgar, I have lived in Gotham most of my adult life and I have seen how bad the city was before Batman showed up. It has simply changed from mobsters to costumed individuals, who, do not care for human life in the slightest" she says now having gotten her bearings, "I simply question The Batman's methods and tactics" she says simply.
Steve hears a knock on the glass viewing and sees their boss telling them to wrap it up, "And we're out of time. We'll be taking a break and will be in a few minutes" with that they are done for now.
The two co-hosts take a deep breath and exhale, taking their headphones off.
Unaware to the co-hosts a young girl has been listening to their show. Has been listening to them for years. She's a huge fan.
Elissa, having finished her shower to get ready for school as well as yelling at her foster brother for peeping on her. Again. And yelling at her foster mother. And as usual, it is pointless. She doesn't care. So long as the government checks keep coming.
The dark-haired girl googles her father to find out where he lives and frowns upon seeing where he lives, "Why can't you live closer to the city?" she grumbles to herself. The bus doesn't take her anywhere near the outskirts of the city. And she refuses to ask her foster parents, she doesn't want that woman to use the girl's father to get cash. And she can't use her own money, otherwise she may not have enough money to for her to live off and get a place of her own.
Elissa quickly gets dressed in a blue worn out jeans, black and white sneakers, a blue long-sleeved shirt, with a dark green winter coat on her and a grey wool beanie.
She grabs her school back and leaves.
But not for school.
Wayne Enterprises
Bruce Wayne gets out of his red corvette, dressed in black dress shoes, black dress pants, a blue dress shirt, and a charcoal tie covered by a black overcoat. A head of black hair and a pair of sunglasses over his eyes and a cup of coffee in hand.
He walks to the front doors of the building, sipping his hot beverage. Bags under his eyes hidden by the sunglasses on his face. People will just think he was drinking and partying late last night instead of thinking that he was out capturing an escaped cannibal.
He has cut down on the party scene cover since adopting Dick Grayson, his son, his sidekick, his Robin.
The two of them have been partners for two years now, seems like it was forever ago when they first met.
A meeting brought forth by tragedy.
"Uh, Bruce Wayne?" a voice speaks out to him. He turns his head and see a teenaged- girl standing before him with a backpack strapped to her back.
Bruce lowers his sunglasses to get a look at the girl, revealing his blue eyes which widen.
Raven-hair, bronze skin, azure-eyes.
She looks just like her!
"Can I help you, young lady?" The dark-haired man asks after a long moment of silence spent examining the teenager.
The girl nods meekly, she fiddles with her hands, she is struggling to get the words out. She has spent her whole life wanting to meet her parents and asking them why they sent her away? And know that one of the two stands before her she can't even get the words out.
"Young lady, I am very busy, if you have something to say please say it now or let me be on my way" he tells the girl sternly.
Elissa swallows the lump that has formed in her throat, but it returns with a vengeance. She shuts her eyes and takes a deep breath. She opens her eyes and stares directly at The Prince of Gotham, determination burning in those ocean blue eyes of hers, "I'm Elissa" she introduces herself, "I'm your daughter."
Bruce Wayne's eyes become the size of dinner plates, "Young lady, if this is some kind of joke" he warns.
"My name is Elissa" she says frustrated. She pulls out her birth certificate and shoves it in front of Wayne's face, she points to her name, "This is my name" she then points to his name on the certificate, "this is your name" she informs him.
Bruce takes the piece of paper in his own hand and examines the document. He sees that the mother's name is smudged beyond recognition. He looks around and sees a few passerbyers giving them a glance.
"Come with me" he beckons on his daughter. She reluctantly obeys. They go through the front doors and directly into the elevator. But, not before Elissa takes in the interior of Wayne Enterprises, one of the most successful companies in the world.
Employees coming and going. Security officers in front of the entrance, one behind the front desk. White tile floors so clean she can see her own reflection. Leather chairs and couches in the lobby.
The elevator door closes and up they go to Bruce Wayne's office floor.
The elevator opens revealing a red-haired woman behind a desk, a whole room is a dark oak color.
The duo leaves the elevator, Bruce pauses by the red-haired woman, "Maggie, hold my calls" he tells her.
"Yes, Mr. Wayne" the woman replies not looking up from her desktop.
Bruce and Elissa go to his office and shut the door.
Bruce Wayne's office is huge. He's got a bar on the left from the point of view of entering the office. On the right from entering the office there is a bookcase with books and a stone bust of some historical figure.
"Take a seat" Bruce orders breaking Elissa from her thoughts.
She looks around wondering where to sit, Bruce noticing her plight points to the bar. Elissa complies and sits down at the bar on one of the metal stools with red cushions in the middle. She shrugs off her backpack and patiently waits.
Bruce takes off his overcoat and sunglasses and walks over to her, coffee in hand, he sits down next to her and asks, "Why are you here?" he asks the girl not completely believing she is his daughter.
"I'm not here for money, if that's what your wondering" the dark-haired girl states irritably. She may have wanted to meet her parents but that doesn't mean she has forgiven them for abandoning her. She pulls out another piece of paper from her pocket and places it on the table, "I've been in the foster care system since forever" she begins to tell her story, "I'm trying to get emancipated, because every home I've been in has been horrible" she stares in Bruce's eyes. Blue meeting a different shade of blue. "Turns out you and my birth mother never signed away your parental rights away" she slides the new piece of paper towards Bruce "so if you could be so kind as to do that, I can be on my way" she says quickly trying to get this out of the way.
Bruce looks at the paper and studies it. It legit. He looks back at this young girl, who has a fierce look in her eyes. "Are you thirsty?" he asks her throwing her for a loop.
"What?" Elissa asks with a fine eyebrow raised.
"Do you want something to drink?" Bruce rephrases the question. The girl gives a small nod, her mouth having gone dry a long time ago.
The man reaches over into the bar and grabs a bottle of water and a glass. He pours the liquid into the glass, Elissa watching his every move. Bruce also fills the drink with some ice and passes it to the young girl.
She nods in thanks, and gingerly takes a long gulp.
"So, is my parental rights standing in the way of something?" the billionaire asks the girl once she finishes her drink, her throat no longer dry as a desert.
Elissa nods quickly, "I'm trying to get emancipated. My social worker was going to be the one to ask you to sign but it was going to take her some time to clear her schedule" she tells her father" You know how overworked social workers are" she says with a shrug.
Bruce nods, that's an understatement. But, this throws Bruce for a loop. It is strange for his so-called child coming to him and asking him to sign away his rights instead of looking for money or an explanation for not being there for her.
The dark-haired man exhales deeply, "Alright" he tells her. He looks for a pen and its shoved in front of his face, he pulls back a little and stares at the pen then at the hand, then the possessor of the hand.
Elissa gives him a sheepish smile, "Sorry" she utters. Apologizing for her pushy and rushing behavior.
He takes the pen and quickly signs away his rights to his only daughter. "Thanks" she says with a smile grateful that she has one down. She quickly packs up her things and grabs her backpack ready to leave.
"When's your court date?" Bruce asks curious.
She looks back at him taken back, "Why are you asking?" she asks with a raised eyebrow.
He shrugs, "Curiosity."
"Tomorrow" she answers blankly. She heads for the door but stops, her hand grasping the doorknob, she looks back and asks, "You wouldn't happen to know who my mother is do you?" she asks hopefully.
Bruce's eyes narrow in contemplation, "How old are you?" he asks hoping that would narrow down the search.
"Almost fifteen."
Almost fifteen, he thinks to himself. That would have made him a senior in high-school. Meaning that could only be the one person he slept with when he was still in high-school. He has spoken to her in years. He exhales deeply, "Diana Prince, most likely" he informs her feeling defeated.
"DIANA PRINCE!" she shouts excitedly. "I love her!" she says starting to freak out upon hearing her mother's identity.
"You found out your fathers a billionaire, and you get all excited that your mothers a radio host" Bruce speaks with a smirk on his lips and a raised eyebrow.
Elissa's smile slowly turns into an awkward smile. She rubs the back of her head, "Well I've been listening to her for like ever" she tells him. "Its just amazing that my mother has been close by all these years" she states with a surreal smile on her lips her eyes to the marble floor. She looks back up, "And my father too."
Sorrow evident in Wayne's eyes as he stares at this young lady before him. She looks almost exactly like Diana when she was a teenager. When they were in the same high-school.
"Thanks, Bruce" she bids goodbye. Leaving Bruce alone.
Bruce turns back to Elissa's forgotten glass, he pulls out his phone and sends a text. He collects both the glass and his now finished cup of coffee.
There's a knock on his door, and Bruce bids the arrival entry already knowing whom, his guest is.
Lucius Fox enters Wayne's office. An African American, middle-aged man, with greying hair, dressed in a nice suit. "How can I be of assistance, Mr. Wayne" he greets his employer/friend/ alley in his war on crime.
"Lucius" Bruce greets, "I need a favor?" he asks.
"What do you need?" the dark-skinned man asks.
Bruce hands him the coffee cup and glass, "I need you to compare the DNA on these to cups?"
"Anything in particular I should be looking for?" Fox asks curious.
"Paternity" the younger man says simply. "How soon can you get it?"
Fox's eyes turn to the ceiling of the office as he does the math in his head, "A few hours? Maybe at noon?" he tells him.
"Do it."
Lucius nods, "Everything okay, Bruce?" he asks worried. He's known the man his whole life back when he worker with his father Thomas Wayne. He thinks of Bruce as a friend. Family, even.
"I'll let you know" he utters as he goes and sits behind his desk and leans back. Lucius already gone to perform his given task.
A couple of hours later, Bruce's cell phone vibrates to life. The man sees he has gotten an email from Lucius with an attachment.
He opens the attachment and his eyes widen and he grits his teeth. Fury coursing through his veins. Clutching his phone in his fist to the point the screen cracks.
On the attachment with the words,
Positive Match
Next: Diana meets Elissa and Elissa's court case doesn't go as planned.
Thoughts? What do you think? I use a little bit of the Life Unexpected to get the flow going.
Killer Croc's appearance will be the one from Arkham Asylum game, if anyone was wondering
Bruce's office is the one shown in Arkham Knight, also is people were wondering