Bruce felt better after he had rested for a few days. His joints were more compliant, but he still had the familiar twinges of pain shudder along his frame. It commonly happened when he twisted his body the wrong way or moved too suddenly. Dawn's early light shone into his bedroom and Bruce sat in the bed. His hands held his head up as he simply stared at the carpet. He found himself with a wandering mind ever since he told off Superman, for a lack of a better word.

"Mm…Bruce?"

He recognized that familiar tone, but it didn't sound right. Where was that purr his ear had accustomed to listen for? He looked over his shoulder and a brow simply lofted at the sight in his doorway.

Barbara smiled at him, tail swaying behind her. "I think you and I need to have a… last time before I go through with what we discussed."

He nodded at her. "Are you sure of this?"

She approached and bit his lip as she leaned over, jolting him with sudden pain. He pulled back and narrowed his eyes on her. She crawled into his lap. Her familiar taste was on his lips again as he seemed reluctant at first, but soon his hands wandered along her furred sides and then tossed her into bed. He ignored the jolt of pain along his arm and shoulder and he soon loomed over her. He could see the blush even on her cheeks and she managed to give him a coy smile.

He only let the smallest of smiles touch at his lips in turn. He kissed and grazed along it before tracing at her collar and then pushing his lips to hers. The kiss was soft, delicate. The fur tickled his cheeks and his tongue roamed at hers as he felt his boxers tighten. His warm hands rubbed along her narrower hips and spread her legs. Her fingers raked down his abdomen. He felt nails before, but they didn't even compare to Cheetah's claws. A feeling Bruce found himself accustomed to. She tugged down his boxers and closed her warm hands about his length, giving him slow strokes to keep him aroused.

"Mm…someone's happy to see me." She murmured.

"I usually am." He quipped with a small grin.

She guided him in. Despite the fiery pain in his side and his arms he gave a soft groan. He started to thrust, slow at first, working out the stiffness in his joints before he started to pound his hips to hers. Barbara was in a fit of mewls and groans. Her arms curled and tightened around his neck and she pulled him for another kiss. She ground along his length, he could feel every twitch of her muscle around his cock.

"B-Bruce…I-I can't everything is so… Ahhhhnn!"

She moaned aloud. He felt her tighten on him and he gave in as well. It was all too sudden. He felt his warmth scatter along her inner walls. His hand slid into her hair and he kissed her softly. He pulled away, staring down her sweaty, lean frame. He had to be dreaming. He had to be. He laid himself down on top of her, only listening to her soft breathing and the feeling of her warm hands on his back.

"Batman! Wake up!"

He pushed up from the ground, debris falling from his grey cape. He saw the blood dripping down his toned, covered arm and dripped onto the ground. He coughed, even with the mask over his face he felt the dust cling to his throat. His cave was ruined, besieged by the twisted creatures of the True Demons.

Even now they fought against Superman, otherwise known as Jor-L. He was clad in his usual red garment with the large golden S upon his chest. His cape of red and gold was frayed and most of the costume indeed was ruined. His once handsome face now sported scars and wounds that should not harm an alien like him, yet the True Demons were far worse then anything he could ever imagine.

They were inhabitants of the twin worlds of New Ruin and Paradolis. They used to be one world called Tierra, but a cataclysmic event tore the large planet in two. New Ruin hosted a large host of demons ranging in size and shape, most of which were called simply 'Devils' by the world's populace. They were led by Darkmother and her daughter Venus. Both of which were formidable fighters and magi in their own right. The League however found help in the form of Noblereich. Paradolis was a military world, but with that came order, and from order came the maneuver of forces to help Earth defend against Darkmother and her True Demon hordes.

However that was not enough. Earth soon found its forces overwhelmed. Noblereich was killed, impaled on Darkmother's twisted glaive and the League were hunted and killed off one by one. It was only he, Superman and Hawkboy. The young, brave and reckless youth Hawkboy was, he fought bravely with his mace swinging and breaking the carapaces and jaws of the Devils as he and Superman prepared their last hope. Batman heard his scream as the Devils ripped off his wings before decapitating him.

Their hope was a cross-parallel transporter. It could link to other Earths, those untouched by the corruption of the True Demons. Their theory was that if they indeed could find a world with another League with a full roster they could bring the fight back to their Earth and destroy the True Demons once and for all. They just needed time, and Batman was worried that they did not have near enough.

Batman's coordination returned as he used a forearm and blocked a low swipe from a forked tongue humanoid before he countered with an elbow strike and then a head butt that made the demon stumble back. He connected with a solid snap kick to the side of the head and the creature was on the ground. He could see Jor-L holding his own, using his superhuman strength and his icy gaze to keep the True Demons at bay.

"Finish the preparations Batman. I'll hold them back."

He turned to the console, taping away at the keys as needed. He didn't pay attention to what was happening behind him. He and Superman had fought side by side for years. He trusted the Kryptonian with his life. He finished the work easily and then opened the portal. He turned then, watching Superman throw a Devil to the ground before tearing another asunder.

"If we're going to leave, we're going to do it now."

A loud whining noise was heard in the distance. Batman arched his head back, staring up at the sky. Superman kept fighting but Batman could see the look in his eye. The Boy Scout knew what was happening. Batman then weaved down, dodging a swipe from a cursed trident before he chopped into the others neck and then slammed his palm into the other's nose, shattering it. The noise was getting louder as they fought on. Batman could see the large missile in the sky now, aimed straight down into the besieged Batcave.

"Jor-L, come on!"

Then Jor-L peered at him with a look that Batman recognized easily. One that he saw as he watched a much loved family of all of Gotham gunned down. The look of no escape, of hopelessness.

"I'm sorry, Jack."

Superman slammed his hands together and sent Batman through the portal, all the while the caped and cowled hero of Earth-28 screamed.

Barbara explained how she could use some of WayneTech's latest nanotechnology to suppress the cheetah genes in her system. It would be in two parts, the first to start the change and the second to suppress the genes. They could not however be inducted into her system one after the other. Bruce saw the simulated tests. They had to wait until the nanites were fully in her system. They agreed to wait half a day. They occupied themselves with kissing and speaking of the future.

In truth, Bruce never thought of it. All of that really changed once Barbara and he started their relationship. Despite how they first met he was impressed and attracted to the mind, he found the body a wonderful extra. She only drank small amounts of water so then the nanites wouldn't be expelled entirely from her body.

With a nod and another kiss Barbara laid herself down on the medical table. Bruce squeezed her hand gently. The second dosage was the most important and required her to stay perfectly still. The injections began at her neck and chest. He felt his brow wince at the sight. She was a tough woman however and she let out a shuddering breath. Bruce slid a hand up to the first injector and squeezed the button.

Then the Batcave blew apart.

The explosion sent him head over heels. He flew clean over the table and crashed down hard on his back. The world spun and he managed to sit up, curling an arm around his stomach. His heart sank as low as his gut. He felt his lips quiver and felt a sting at his eye, but he made no sound. He stood up and managed to walk a few strides. The table where Barbara was flipped end over end. He suppressed his anger as he exhaled.

He just needed to find the cause. He looked around at the rest of the Batcave, everything was still in place save for the near direct area where Barbara was laying on the table. It did not take long for Bruce to realize that it was a cone shaped explosion. He turned to the direction of the source and saw a form on the ground. With a groan the figure stood up and stared around.

Bruce felt like he was staring at the twisted reflection. The dominant color was gray, and the bat symbol was black, highlighted in crimson. The gloves and boots were the same fashion. The cowl had the tell tale points of Batman, but the cowl he had covered his full face, rather then just his eyes and nose. It appeared overall bulkier then what he commonly wore. The Kevlar must have been different where this Batman came from. He was no fool, there was such thing as a parallel universe but his own theories were scarce at best. This was the evidence he needed though. The other Batman traced his hands along his black belt aligned with the mockeries of his own devices. Or were they the real thing?

The theories and question he had however briefly surfaced were repressed. He knew one thing that this Batman had done. He hurt Barbara. He approached, ignoring the burning pain in his leg as he narrowed his eyes hard on his cape and cowled opposite.

"What are you doing here?"

The figure stared around at the Batcave, and Bruce swore that he was smiling under the cowl. "These… so much like mine, but so different. There's no demons here."

"What are you talking about?"

"I…I must be in the other world, that means that Jor-L," he looked over his shoulder and Bruce saw his shoulders slump, "he's gone."

Bruce was done listening to him. He swung a hand out in a sped cross. A forearm knocked his arm down and his gloved palm struck him hard in the cheek. He spun twice on his feet before he stood up, arms raised and ready.

"B…Bruce…"

His back went rigid as he ran to her. The explosion should have killed her. Then again, Cheetah wasn't an ordinary woman, not yet. He knelt down, and gripped her hand gently.

"I'm here Barbara…"

"W-Where am I-I? Why are you bandaged?"

"Batman!"

Both figures turned to the sound of the new voice. This belonged to Superman. Behind him was the rest of the League. John Stewart only lofted a brow at the situation. J'onn moved to beside Bruce and helped him lift the table. Bruce avoided their gazes, especially that of Diana, Wonder Woman. They had a connection, but he kept telling himself he was indeed dedicated. More then once however in the darkness his eyes found her figure and he imagined what it would be like to have her against him. She returned his look with a small smile with a hint of anger. He let his eyes travel to Superman who as always looked concerned.

"We saw something similar to Darkseid's boom tube, technology, but the origin we couldn't pin point."

Bruce pointed at the other caped and cowled figure. "Ask him."

"I am Superman, of the Justice League." Clark Kent greeted with his arms folded over his crest. "We mean you no harm. Who are you and what are you doing in our world?"

The grey clad figure hesitantly reached up and pulled the cowl back and the mask down. He had thinner features, but every part spoke of a good bloodline with high cheekbones a prominent jaw and a slightly pointed chin. His hair was slicked back and colored auburn. His eyes were a strange pale green. He looked ragged and tired, but Bruce of all people saw that determined spark in his eyes.

"My…name is Jack Napier. I've come here to warn you."