TITLE: Take a Chance on Me
AUTHOR: LOTSlover
CHARACTERS: Batman / Wonder Woman
RATING: M
WARNINGS: Author Chooses Not to Use Warnings
DISCLAIMER: I love Justice League, but especially Batman and Wonder Woman. Unfortunately, I do not own the characters and, if I did, things would be much different for them.
SUMMARY: Diana goes missing after an attack and is believed dead by everyone but Batman. Finally finding her, Batman brings her back only to discover she's pregnant. Will Bruce take a chance with the woman that he loves? BMWW
A/N: Just a few things before we begin:
AU = Alternate Universe that Diana is sent to.
MU = Main Universe that Diana came from.
The Alternate Universe moves faster than the Main Universe.
There are going to be a lot of ups and downs in this fic, but please stick with me.
I promise I'll make it worth it.
I'll try my best to update every week, but sometimes real life gets in the way of those plans. :)
Chapter 1
Secret Society (MU)
"Well, I've finally accomplished the seemingly impossible," Gorilla Grodd announced, appearing quite pleased with the accomplishment. "I've eliminated a member of the Justice League."
"Eliminated or displaced?" Captain Cold questioned him with a skeptical frown as he spun one of his cold guns in his hand.
"What's the difference?" Grodd demanded to know with cold, black eyes. "She's no longer here. Isn't that what we all wanted?"
"Now, it's time to get rid of the others," Sinestro said, rubbing his hands together with excitement.
"Yah, but what happened to the gun?" Parasite asked.
"Superman destroyed it," Shade revealed to the gathered criminals.
"Well, we'll just have to make a new one," Giganta decided.
"The problem is that it's going to take some time to get another one ready to use," Grodd informed them. "This last one took at least a month to create."
"You're just going to have to do it faster this time," Shade stated. "I want to use it on Superman next."
"No, Green Lantern," Sinestro responded. "He needs to go."
"We're going after the Bat next," Clayface stated in no uncertain terms. "He's been a pain in my neck for far too long."
"Look, once the next weapon is ready to use, we can use it on all of them," Grodd told them. "For the time being, we need to lay low until we're ready to strike again with our next mission."
"That's not going to be easy," Killer Frost interjected. "The League isn't gong to sit back and not retaliate. They're going to be after all our heads for taking out Wonder Woman. It's going to be an all-out war on villains."
"Yah," Cold agreed. "I think you got us into more trouble than we already were in. They're going to be hellbent to get us all even though Grodd is the one who did it."
"We should just hand Grodd over to the League, so they won't come after us," Killer Frost suggested.
Everyone began murmuring their discontent with this plan of Grodd's, knowing that the League was going to come down hard on them. Grodd's patience was rapidly running out as they began to argue with each other about the best way to handle things. Captain Cold leapt to his feet, pointing his cold gun at Sinestro who was aiming his ring at the villain.
"Enough!" Grodd roared, causing everyone to stop what they were doing. "We agreed on this plan and we're going to see it through to the end no matter how the League reacts. If we act quickly, we can keep eliminating Justice League members until there's none left. Then, we'll be free to take over the planet."
Batcave (MU)
"Diana is not dead!" Batman angrily yelled; his gauntleted fists clenched tightly at his sides beneath his cape.
"Bruce, you have to consider the fact that she isn't coming back," Clark attempted to reason with him despite his own anguish over the loss of their friend. He was barely holding it together.
"No, I don't," Bruce ground out through clenched teeth.
"She's been missing for three days now," Clark pointed out, his voice cracking with emotion. "There's been no sign of her anywhere. She's gone, Bruce. We have to accept the fact that she's dead."
"You can accept it all you want, but I'm not giving up on her," he heatedly stated as he stalked towards his lab.
Coming to a stop before the table, Bruce looked down at the lasso laying on top of it. He tentatively reached out his hand to touch the golden rope that belonged to Diana only to pull his hand back as if he'd been burned. It was the only thing left of her when the blinding blue light had finally faded away from Grodd's gun. He could still hear his frantic scream of her name echoing in his ears.
A hand came to rest on his shoulder, one that he shrugged off. He didn't want to be comforted, didn't want to be convinced to let her go or accept anything. He would never give up on her or believe that she was dead as long as there was breath in his body.
"I know this is especially hard for you, Bruce," Clark tried again with a gentler tone. "It hasn't been easy for any of us, but I know how especially close you and Diana always were."
"Are, Clark," Bruce icily corrected him. "Diana and I are close friends."
Clark released a frustrated breath, running his fingers back through his hair. "I know that you love her," he said. "That's why you won't accept that she's dead."
"I'm not in love with Diana," Bruce adamantly claimed. "I'd go to the same lengths if it was any one of you that was missing."
Clark smiled sadly knowing that was only partially true. When it came to Diana, there was no length that Bruce wouldn't go to for her. She held a special place in his heart, one that he refused to acknowledge despite being obvious to his friends.
"Fine," Clark finally surrendered. "Do your tests and run all of your experiments, but we're planning a memorial service on the Watchtower for Diana tomorrow. There are also memorial services being held throughout the world in her honor. The Founders will be attending the one in Washington DC."
"How's her mother?" Bruce asked without turning around.
"Shayera said that she took it better than she thought she would," Clark revealed, the words nearly clogging his throat. "I guess it helped knowing that her daughter died in battle."
"Figures," Bruce grunted angrily. "Always a queen before being a mother. Hippolyta proved that when she banished Diana from her own home."
"Bruce, you can't…never mind," Clark replied, deciding it wasn't worth it to argue with him. "Let me know if you find anything."
"Yah…sure," he muttered, his gaze focused on the lasso.
"We'd love it if you would join us for the memorial service," Clark ventured, already knowing what his response was going to be. "I think it would really help if we were all together during this difficult time, help to comfort one another."
"I won't be there," Bruce firmly stated. "She's not dead and until I have concrete proof that she is, I'm not giving up her."
"I hope that you do find her…I really do," Clark told him. "I would love nothing more than for her to come walking in with that big smile of hers and an iced mocha in her hand. I really want to believe that she's alive, but everything is telling me she's gone."
Bruce refused to talk anymore. He'd done enough talking for the last three days and still no one believed him…believed in her. He had always relied on her in an unspoken way, drawing from her strength and taking faith from her that he'd lost so many years ago. For once in his life, he was going to have to have enough faith for the both of them.
Clark stared at his back, knowing he wasn't going to get anything more from him today. He was actually surprised that he'd gotten as much as he had from him. It was typically like pulling teeth to get any form of response from him. This had been a goldmine even if it hadn't been what he'd wanted to hear from him.
"I'll check in with you later," Clark said before turning and flying down the secret tunnel.
Bruce removed his gauntlets, tossing them aside on the table before finally picking up the lasso. It began to glow in his hands. He'd always been so afraid of touching it before, so afraid of what it might reveal all the things that he kept secreted away in his heart…things that he didn't even want to admit to himself sometimes despite the strength of it.
His feelings for Diana was the one thing that scared him the most and now she was gone. No, not gone…just…not here with him. Now, he had to try to find her, had to bring her back where she belonged. If he couldn't do that, he had no idea what he was going to do.
How could he possibly go on with Diana no longer in his world or his life?
"Master Bruce?"
"Yes, Alfred?"
"Would you care for some dinner?" Alfred gently offered. "You've eaten very little these last three days."
"I'm not hungry," he replied. His voice sounded tired…dead even to him.
"I'm afraid I must insist that you eat something," Alfred tried again. "You have to keep your strength up if you're going to find Miss Diana. You'll be no good to her if you fall ill or injure yourself on patrol."
Bruce finally turned around, pulling his cowl off to rest against his back. He folded his arms against his emblemed chest as he studied the elderly man before him. "Do you think Diana is really alive?"
Alfred thoughtfully considered the question, clasping his hands before him. "I believe that anything is possible," he replied. "As of yet, we have no proof either way. Until you have proof that the princess has passed away, then I believe there's still a chance that she may be alive. If there's one thing I've learned since coming to know Miss Diana, it's to never give up on her because she never gives up."
Bruce smirked in response despite the anguish that consumed him at that moment. "Diana is strong," he agreed with a nod. "She would fight until her last dying breath. She never gives up even when she should."
"Then, I dare say that we shouldn't give up on her," Alfred wisely stated. "Shall I fix you a sandwich?"
"Yes, please," Bruce readily decided, finding renewed faith once more. "I have too much work to do. I have an Amazon princess to find."
Gotham (AU)
Bruce Wayne ran through his cell phone messages, frowning at the text message he'd received from Vanessa. They'd gone out a couple of times, but he didn't feel like they really had much in common. She seemed far more interested in being seen on the arm of Bruce Wayne then in him as a person.
He sighed to himself as he deleted the message without even responding, tucking his phone away in his suit pocket. Why was it so hard to find a woman who was kind and genuine, someone who was interested in him and not his checkbook or the publicity that he received on an almost daily basis.
Glancing out the passenger window of his limo, he couldn't help wishing that he was someone else, someone who wasn't in the press on a weekly basis or constantly being hounded by single women who only wanted to get into his bed or his bank account.
Alfred glanced at his charge in the review mirror, noticing the melancholy expression on his face. He'd had a hard go of it recently, securing his company after nearly losing it in a hostile takeover by a person that he had trusted and then that nasty break up almost six months ago with Talia al Ghul. Damn harlot. She had broken his heart and left him holding the pieces, scurrying off with some Frenchman that she had met.
"I received a letter from Master Richard today," Alfred informed him. "Thinks he'll be returning this week from his travels abroad."
"It'll be good to have him home again," Bruce absentmindedly said, his gaze still focused on the Gotham landscape. "He's been gone ever since graduating high school last year."
"He said he's ready to start college next month at Gotham University," Alfred revealed. "He's planning on studying law."
"I wonder if he'll get back with Barbara now that he's coming home," Bruce commented.
Alfred sniffed with the comment, revealing his displeasure with Master Richard's behavior. "I don't know if Miss Barbara chose to wait on Master Richard," he replied. "If I remember correctly, their breakup before he left to travel the world was not very well received."
"I should think not," Bruce agreed. "They'd been together for almost two years."
"Well, they're young," Alfred said. "Plenty of time to find the right one."
"Yah…plenty of time," Bruce softly murmured, lost in his own thoughts once more.
Alfred sighed to himself, wishing there were a way to break him out of his melancholy. It was hard enough for him losing his parents at the age of thirteen in that horrible car accident. Now, he and Dick were the sole Wayne's left to carry on the family name and the family business.
Bruce tilted his head as he stared out the window, his focus captured by the sight of someone walking down the road. It was quite unusual to see someone out walking on this road. There wasn't anything around here for miles. She was dressed in some sort of costume, one that left little to the imagination and yet inspired a sense of hope as they drew closer to her.
He watched as she stumbled in her step, barely righting herself before falling to the ground. Something was wrong with her and he needed to find out what that was. "Alfred, pull the car over…next to that woman," Bruce told him. "I think she's injured."
"Yes, sir," Alfred readily obeyed, pulling the limousine up next to the raven-haired woman.
Bruce was out of the car before Alfred could put it in park, rushing the short distance towards her. "Miss!" he called. "Miss! Are you all right?"
The woman turned around to reveal a beautiful face and striking blue eyes that were listless. There was a nasty gash above her right brow, a purple bruise on the side of her head. Her lips slowly began to curl with the sight of him, her blue eyes brightening in recognition.
"Bruce," she murmured his name as she stared at him, fighting to stay on her feet.
"I'm sorry," he replied with a slow shake of his head, reaching out a hand to steady her. "Do we know each other?"
"I finally found you," she softly said just before passing out.
Bruce grabbed her before she could hit the ground, picking her up in his strong arms. He quickly carried her to the limo, gently laying her inside before climbing in beside her. Despite her injury, she was the most beautiful woman that he'd ever seen and for some reason, she seemed to know him.
"Alfred, get us home right away and call Leslie," Bruce urgently said, reaching over and checking her pulse.
He released a relieved breath when he felt her strong, steady heartbeat. His worried gaze drifted over her, drinking in her attire. She was obviously a superhero of some kind. He wondered if she was a new hero in the Justice Association. He'd have to contact them to see if they knew her.
In the meantime, he wanted to get her back to the manor and make sure she was well taken care of. Her face was pale in contrast to the bruise and the blood, her raven hair that tumbled over her shoulders. She was a complete enigma to him, one that he was anxious to unravel. Unfortunately, all of his questions would have to wait until she woke up.
Arriving at the manor, Bruce gathered her up into his arms, removing her from the limo and carrying her up the steps. Passing through the front door, he immediately raced up the steps, taking her to the guest room right next to his. He gently laid her on the bed before rushing into the bathroom to get a wet washcloth for her.
Returning, he began to clean the blood from her face, wondering where she had come from and where she had been going when he'd found her. Had she been coming to Wayne Manor to see him? He couldn't fathom why. He didn't know this woman at all, but he was anxious to get to know her.
"Leslie is on her way," Alfred informed him as he entered the guest room.
"Could you get a glass of water?" Bruce requested. "I want to have it ready in case she wakes up."
"Right away, sir," Alfred replied, leaving to fulfil the request.
Bruce carefully tended to the injured woman, finding himself completely enraptured by her. He wasn't certain what it was about her that drew him to her. He didn't know anything about her…didn't even know her name, but he felt some sort of pull towards her.
"What is your name?" he murmured to himself, his brow furrowing as he gently washed the smudges of dirt from her cheeks and chin "Were you in some sort of fight?"
His gaze drifted down to the eagle and WW on her armor, the silver bracers on her wrists. A tiara adorned her head, a red star in the middle of it. It appeared as though she was some sort of warrior. Maybe she had the power of Superman or the speed of Flash. He found himself growing anxious to find the answers he needed.
He wanted to contact the Justice Association to see if they knew her, but he didn't exactly have a name that he could give them. Maybe she was in some sort of trouble. Was she being hunted by someone? Did someone out there want her dead?
His eyes narrowed as he finished washing her face, his resolve hardening like steel. He was going to keep her here where she would be safe until he knew for sure who she was and what was going on. He didn't want to put her in any further danger than she obviously already had been.
After that, she could leave if she wanted to as long as she was well enough.
Bruce left her for a moment, rinsing out his washcloth before returning once more. He paused to remove his suit jacket before turning his attention back to his new patient. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he began to wipe the dirt from her arms, discovering another wound on her right arm. It looked like a burn of some kind.
"What happened to you?" he whispered. "Did you run into some of Gotham's finest?"
Alfred entered the room with a glass of water along with some medical supplies. "I thought we might be able to use this until Leslie can get here."
"Good idea," Bruce replied with a nod, setting his washcloth aside and grabbing some gauze.
"I'm going to wait downstairs for Leslie," Alfred told him before leaving.
Picking up the antiseptic, Bruce wet the gauze before gently dabbing at the nasty wound above her eyebrow. She was most likely going to need sutures. He hoped she didn't have any more serious internal injuries like a head bleed or a punctured lung.
He glanced at the door, wishing Leslie would hurry. He would hate for her condition to worsen and not be able to help her or to find out anything about her. "Hang on," he murmured. "Leslie should be here soon."
"I hear you have a patient in need of some medical attention," Leslie said as she swept into the room with Alfred right behind her.
"I'm so glad you're here," Bruce replied, relieved as he got up from the edge of the bed.
Leslie moved in, setting her medical bag on the other side of the patient. "Alfred said that you found her just walking down the road?"
"Yes, it was very unusual," Bruce told her. "We don't see people walking down our road. There really isn't anything out here but the manor."
Leslie pulled out her penlight, lifting her eyelids and shining the bright light in them. "That's a pretty serious wound above her eyebrow," she commented. "She's going to need stitches. Do you know anything about her?"
"No, nothing," Bruce said, watching from his position at the foot of the bed with Alfred at his side. "I could tell that something was wrong, so I had Alfred pull over to see if she was all right. She said my name, told me that she'd finally found me. Then, she passed out."
"And you don't know her?"
"Never seen her before."
"I wonder if she knows you from the newspapers," Leslie thoughtfully said as she began stitching the wound on her forehead. "You know you are pretty famous and the most eligible bachelor in the world, Bruce. Maybe she's looking for a husband."
Bruce rolled his eyes with the reminder. "You saw that article in the magazine I take it."
"Bruce, everyone saw it," Leslie pointed out. "You ranked number one out of twenty-five bachelors in the world."
Bruce folded his arms across his chest, a frown on his face. "I highly doubt this woman came looking for me just to try to get me to marry her."
"It would be nice if it were true, wouldn't it, Alfred?" Leslie asked, giving the British butler a wink.
"Heaven knows I've been praying for the sound of little feet around the manor," Alfred lightly teased.
"All right, you two," Bruce said. "Can we just focus on the unconscious mystery woman lying in my guest room instead of my lack of a love life?"
"Maybe she's the answer to my prayers," Alfred cheekily said, glancing at his charge out of the corner of his eyes.
"Don't you have dinner to make?" Bruce asked in irritation.
"Actually, I do need to check on the roast in the oven," he agreed. "I'll return shortly."
Bruce turned his attention back to Leslie. "What do you think?" he questioned her. "Is she going to be all right?"
"Well, it appears so," Leslie replied. "I'll know more when she wakes up, but she'll be fine for the time being. I believe it's exhaustion and dehydration. I'm going to start an IV and get some fluids into her which should definitely help."
"I can't thank you enough, Leslie," he told her, his gaze focused on the sleeping beauty before him.
"I'll come back to check on her tomorrow morning but call me right away if she worsens overnight," she instructed him. "I'll come right away."
"I'll stay here with her all night," he assured her.
Leslie smiled to herself as she began to bandage the burn on her forearm. She could tell that Bruce had taken a particular interest in the mysterious young woman, giving her hope that maybe this could be the one to finally win the ever elusive heart of Bruce Wayne.
Wayne Manor (AU)
Diana groaned softly as she opened her eyes, finding herself in a strange bed. She quickly looked about the room, wondering where she was. The last thing that she remembered was trying to get to Wayne Manor to find Bruce to see if he could help her.
Bruce…
She immediately sat up with a start as Bruce Wayne walked into the room with a tray of food in hand. "You're finally awake," he greeted her with an effortless smile that immediately set her at ease. "You had all of us quite worried about you."
"I'm sorry," she murmured, feeling a little confused.
Diana watched as he carried the tray to the bedside table before turning his attention back to her. "Here, let me help you," he offered, adjusting the pillows behind her to help her sit up a little better in bed.
Diana glanced up at him as he hovered over her. This was definitely the Bruce that she had known for the last four and a half years. While he was always quick to help, the quick smile and gentleness in his voice was not typical for him. It only helped to confirm in her mind that she was no longer in her own universe.
"Thank you," she softly said.
Picking up the tray, he set it across her lap, lifting the cover off the plate to reveal an omelet, toast, and fruit. Diana's stomach growled in response. It looked absolutely amazing. She hadn't eaten since she woke up in this new world that she found herself in a week ago.
Bruce sat down on the edge of her bed, anxious to learn more about this woman. "What's your name?"
"Diana," she replied as she picked up her fork.
"Diana," he repeated it, liking the sound of it on his tongue. "Roman goddess of the hunt. It's a beautiful name."
Diana grinned at him. "I'm Greek," she revealed. "Actually, I'm an Amazon."
Bruce was stunned with the revelation but hid his surprise. "That explains the armor."
She looked down to find herself wearing a t-shirt. She quickly looked around for her armor, wondering what had happened to it and who had removed it from her body. While she had dreamed of being with Bruce, this wasn't exactly what she had in mind…and not with this particular Bruce, but her Bruce.
He chuckled with the flash of anxiety that passed over her face. "Don't worry," he reassured her. "My friend Dr. Leslie Thompkins removed your uniform and redressed you, so you'd be more comfortable. Your uniform is over there."
Looking where he indicated, she was relieved to see her uniform and armor lying neatly on top of the dresser. "Thank you for your hospitality," she said, trying not to rudely devour her breakfast despite how famished she was.
"When I found you on the road, you said my name like you knew me," he reminded her. "Do we know each other from somewhere?"
Diana sighed as she forced herself to lay her fork down. "I don't know if you'd believe me if I told you," she replied as her eyes fell to her plate, disheartened.
"Try me," he said, tilting his head to try to meet her gaze. "I'm a very good listener."
"My name is Diana, but in my world, I'm called Wonder Woman," she informed him.
"In your world?"
"I am part of a team of superheroes called the Justice League," she explained.
"You mean the Justice Association?"
"In my world where I came from, it's called the Justice League," she continued. "We were in a fight with a group of villains. One of them fired some sort of gun at me. I was enveloped in this bright blue light. When I woke up, I found myself here in your world."
Bruce frowned as he tried to process what she was telling him. "Do you have special powers?"
"I did," she confessed with a scowl. "For some reason, I lost them when I woke up in your world. I also lost my lasso somehow."
"What kind of powers did you have?"
"I had strength that rivaled Superman's," she began. "I could fly, and I healed quicker than humans do."
"Why were you looking for me?" he questioned her. "I don't have any special abilities. I own Wayne Enterprises and I'm a philanthropist. Beyond that, I'm just an ordinary person and I'm definitely not a member of the Justice Association."
Diana smiled warmly at him, her blue eyes alight with mischief. "You are far from ordinary, Bruce."
"What do you mean?"
"What do you do at night?"
"I sleep," he replied, shaking his head in confusion.
Diana sighed heavily, realization washing over her. "You're not Batman here in your world?"
"Batman?" he repeated. "Who is Batman?"
Her eyes fell closed as her heart sank. She was never going to find a way back home. "In my world, Bruce Wayne is Batman and a member of the Justice League," she explained. "He is a genius and a brilliant tactician. He doesn't have any special powers, but he is the best of all us. He's a brave warrior that never thinks of himself, always putting others' lives before his own."
Bruce's heart clenched a little with the way that she described her Bruce. It was obvious that he meant a great deal to her. "I'm sorry," he softly said, disheartened. "I'm not a tactician and I'm definitely not Batman."
She reached over and grabbed his hand without a second thought, squeezing it. "It's all right," she reassured him.
"Yes, but you came looking for him to help you and you got me instead," he replied, an underlying bitterness to his tone. "I don't know how I could possibly help you."
"You already have," she pointed out. "You took me in when I needed help. Besides, it's really nice to see a familiar face for a change. I was getting rather lonely."
"So, I look identical to the other Bruce Wayne?" he asked with a grin.
"Exactly," she confirmed. "You even sound like him, although you have a gentler tone than he does."
"Is that good or bad?"
"It's neither," she replied, picking up her fork once more. "You are who you are in this world—Bruce Wayne. That makes you perfect."
"Does the other Bruce act like me?"
"He holds himself a little more stiffly," she thoughtfully said. "His voice is a bit gruffer and he's stubborn to the point you want to strangle him sometimes."
"Well, I'm sure Alfred could tell you many stories about my obstinacy."
A lilting laugh escaped as she reached for her glass of orange juice. "Some things are the same no matter what universe you find yourself in."
Bruce readily decided that he loved the sound of her laugh and was more than anxious to hear it again…that and her smile. "Maybe we share some other characteristics," he decided.
"Could be," she agreed with a shrug of her shoulder.
"Are you married to the other Bruce?"
Diana nearly choked on her eggs, coughing violently as she reached for her juice once more. "No, Bruce and I aren't married."
"I'm sorry," he apologized. "Did I say something wrong?"
"No, it's just…it's complicated…very, very complicated," she replied.
"What's so complicated?" he asked. "It's obvious by the way that you talk about him that he means a lot to you."
"He does," she confirmed. "We're very close friends. Bruce just won't let it go any further than that."
"Why not?" he asked. "Is he not interested in women?"
She was glad that she hadn't taken another drink of her juice or she would be choking again. "No, he's very much interested in women," she informed him with a nod. "Bruce is a complex man. He guards his heart fiercely and is afraid of letting anyone inside for fear he'll lose them."
"So, he'd rather live without love than to take a risk?"
"Pretty much," she admitted with a sigh.
"I don't know how he has the self-control to do that with you in his life."
Diana felt her cheeks grow warm with his words. She averted her eyes as she searched for a reasonable response. "His self-control and iron will are legendary."
He could see she was growing uncomfortable talking about the other Bruce and chose to change the subject. "So, tell me more about you," he said. "You're really an Amazon?"
She smiled in relief with the change in subject. "I would say born and raised, but I was created out of clay."
"Excuse me?" he asked, eyebrows rising in shock.
"My mother is the Queen of the Amazons," she explained. "She wanted a daughter and formed one out of clay. She prayed to our gods and they answered her prayers. So, here I am."
"That's amazing," he uttered in astonishment. "No wonder they call you Wonder Woman."
"Do you not have a Wonder Woman here in this world?"
"No," he confessed. "I'm afraid there is no one like you in this world."
"I must not have left Themyscira," she murmured more to herself than to him.
"So, what can I do to help you get back to your world?" he asked, wishing that she could stay here, but knowing that she needed to return to her own world.
"You wouldn't happen to have a hidden cave beneath the manor, would you?"
A/N: Well, there you go. We're diving headlong right into a new Wonderbat adventure. Hope you enjoyed this so far. Thanks for reading!
UP NEXT: The other Bruce reveals a secret to Diana while Batman reaches out to an unexpected person for help in finding Wonder Woman. :)