Justice:

A Reclaiming Equestria Story Featuring DCAU Batman and Woman Woman

Chapter Six: Welcome to the Resistance

The sound of the night echoed throughout the Everfree Forest. Most ponies would never venture into, or out of, the forest at night. Those unfortunate enough to be stuck in the forest would have to do their best to find shelter, lock themselves in, and hope for morning to come quickly so they could escape. So to see a group of five ponies and two strange beings that were addressed as humans moving through the forest was certainly not the norm.

Luna stood in a different set of clothes. The sweat suit that Bruce had given her was back at the castle, washed, dried, and currently being worn by the young mare Bruce had saved. That same young mare, a Diamond Tiara, was almost lost. Luna had seen her dreams, something she had taken upon herself once again, and she found that all of the dreams, including those of the affected, were plagued with nightmares.

In a way the fact that they all suffered these horrific nightmares gave her hope. To her it meant that her subjects were still there, buried deep under what the Caribou had done. It would take time, perhaps even a generation or two, but slowly things could get better. However, she would never allow this to happen again. The Caribou would be dealt with. She would happy allow Discord to rain down as much chaos as he wanted on their lands once they were driven out of Equestria. She looked up to see the outskirts of Ponyville ahead of them.

"For the moment we do this as quietly as possible. Shayera, if they attempt to attack I want you to use your mace. It should disrupt their magic. Lantern, you and Superman will gather the civilians that are not affected by whatever corruption the Caribou are using. Luna, can you identify the houses free of corruption?"

She nodded, feeling the slight difference in the dreams between the affected and unaffected.

"Good, point them out to us. We need to make this as quick as possible. Flash… Flash?"

Bruce looked to see that Wally wasn't there. Instantly he activated his cowl's enhanced sensors and began scanning the area. He found Wally, heading back toward them.

"I was careful, but it looks like they've got a skeleton crew patrolling the area. Most of them are pretty dumb as well."

Shayera grinned, "Good, that should make dealing with them that much easier."

"Remember our plan. Luna, where's the first house of the unaffected?"

Luna pointed toward a small home just outside of the town itself. Bruce moved toward it with Shayera and Diana. The three of them ensured that it looked like there was no patrols nearby. The window seemed to be unlocked, and Bruce silently slid up up before slipping into the home. He looked at the sight before him. It was a light tan mare sleeping on what looked like a pet bed. Her darker colored mane seemed to be tied back in a ponytail, and her tail was done the same way. He noticed that her rump sported a mark, but like the other ponies he'd seen so far it was different.

He checked to make sure that she was breathing, and then he looked at her mark. The heart with a bottle seemed to indicate that her ability was possibly being a caretaker. He heard a groan and looked toward the sound. It was a young colt, dark brown, orange mane and tail, and a strange green beanie on his head that was spinning without any wind in the house. The colt seemed half asleep, slowly moving toward the living room, and then falling onto the couch.

Bruce watched as he seemed to ignore him, and then a moment later he was asleep. He moved out, informed the others of what he saw, and Luna confirmed that it was just the two of them in that house. Since it was just the two of them in the house, and since Luna stated that they were both unaffected by the magic that seemed to cause all of this the answer was clear. Both of them needed to be taken back to the castle. He didn't want to wake them, not yet, but he did want to make sure that they would be relocated. There was no doubt in his mind that the horrors both of them had witnessed would be something that would haunt the two of them for the rest of their lives. The simplest answer came in the form of John using his ring to engulf the two of them in a light aura.

They lifted easily, and slowly John moved them out. Bruce watched as the two were moved, studying the surrounding area, checking to ensure that none were watching them, that no one would be able to get a jump on them. Years of patrols, helping with League Missions, and of course dealing with Wayne Enterprises had taught Bruce that even the best laid plan could be victim to an unknown variable. Once the two ponies were out of the home, he watched as John moved toward the safety of the forest. At least for the moment this plan was staying together and working.

"This slut better be worth it. If the Warden of Ponyville finds out that we snuck away just to fuck some slut he'll have us turned."

Bruce melted into the shadows, this would be the unknown variable that would end up being the kink in their plans. The two shapes moved toward the house, both Caribou, both roughly as tall as he was, and both paying little attention to the world around them. The first opened the door the home forcefully.

"Inspection! Present all Females so that they can be inspected, failure to do so will…"

The words never finished leaving his mouth. The Caribou was lifted into the air by Diana. She threw him, easily, through the wall and into a kitchen table that collapsed. The other Caribou began working his clumsy magic on her only to find a mace that cut through it hitting him. He fell back, dazed until the female that hit him stood over him. There was an angry sneer on her lips. Nothing about her stance promised obedience, and with her strange weapon she was not at the mercy of his magic.

He glanced toward the other female, obviously a different species, and he gathered that she was far more powerful than himself. In truth she could easily be as powerful as the Warden of Ponyville, Sir Spike. Still, he was a proud male in the army of King Dainn. It was his place to look down on the weak females, to use them for birthing new soldiers, to use their bodies for pleasure, and to ensure that they knew their place.

"How dare you strike your better!"

His statement was answered with the blackness gifted by the strange weapon striking him again. Shayera looked at the would be attacker and then she heard more movement. She prepared herself, but the only one to enter was Bruce. He moved toward her, his mouth in its usual grimace, but he almost looked actually angry instead of displeased.

"This is a covert mission. We are meant to remain as quiet as possible. That doesn't mean letting two enemy agents have enough time to raise an alarm."

"Bruce…"

He glanced toward Diana. Both of them were proud, neither of them would willingly admit that they were wrong, but in this moment Diana realized that she had been wrong as well. Her actions had quieted one of the Caribou, but it was at the risk of announcing their presence. In truth the both of them knew it was likely there would be a patrol sent out soon to investigate the sounds from this house.

"West, get the information from Luna about the houses with those who are unaffected. Once you have the information I want you and Kent to work on getting them out. Be as quiet as possible but move quickly. We don't have much time."

He glanced toward Diana and Shayera, "As of now we're going to cover for Flash and Superman. If there's an attack we're the first and last line of defence they have."

The three of them exited the home, and they could hear the sounds of movement in the distance. Bruce connected the lenses in his cowl to his microcomputer, keeping tabs on where West and Kent were heading. From what he could tell Wally was already at the castle again, and his comm was indicating that it was his third trip so far. Kent was on his second, and with any luck at all they would have those unaffected by the Caribou's magic moved within the next few seconds. The sounds they heard became more pronounced, and he saw what was moving toward them. It wasn't a Caribou, but instead it seemed reptilian by nature. It stood six and a half feet tall, or at least the first look seemed to indicate so. He could see razor sharp talons on both of its claws, and teeth similar to small daggers lined its mouth.

It let out a thundering roar, the kind of sound that would make any prey animal instantly do all in its power to escape. The creature moved toward them, and he reached into his belt. Having faced Killer Croc so many times had helped him devise ways of dealing with enemies that had thick skin. He threw what looked like plain steel bearings until they landed near the creature. The moment it stepped over the first one streams of pink gas escaped them.

The creature staggered slightly, trying to right itself, and then it fell. He moved cautiously toward it, certain that the gas had done the trick, and he looked at it.

"Spike."

He turned to the sound and saw Luna.

"You know him?"

She nodded, "Verily, he is the assistant to Twilight Sparkle. He was given control over Ponyville, but I sense his true self. I believe he can be released, much how we planned to release Twilight."

Hours had passed and slowly Spike opened his eyes. A nauseating feeling filled him to the brim, but he couldn't figure out what it was. He slowly sat up, looking around at the small room he was in. It wasn't Twilight's castle, it wasn't his bed, and it was confusing to him. He glanced at his claws and nearly yelled. They were huge. He stood and the room looked different. Looking around he finally noticed a mirror. Looking into it he didn't see the scrawny teenage drake that had been there the last time he looked at himself.

He was far more filled out, his chest broad, his chin more defined, and lean muscle covered him. Looking like he he wondered if he'd have a chance of getting Rarity's attention, and no sooner had he thought of that then he felt a fresh wave of nausea cover him. Memories of what he'd done, of raping Rarity, Twilight, Celestia… of doing so many terrible things to the ponies he considered friends. He stumbled back, a fresh wave a panic filled his mind. Someone had captured him, and he knew why. Would he stay like this? Would he be able to keep realizing what he had done was wrong? The door opened and he saw Princess Luna standing there.

He turned from her, his face full of shame.

"Spike, thou art free from the Caribou control," she moved toward him, "Tell us, me, have thou… you, desire to set things right again?"

He nodded. Glancing up he saw a smile on her face, "Very good. Then we welcome you to the resistance."