Inevitable Tide

Chapter 2

Weathered hands held a first aid kit and placed it on the fine mahogany table. Wayne gave the girl a tense order to sit as he yanked out items and positioned them on the table.

Upon arrival Remille was not pleased to find the Bat Cave her destination. She was even more disappointed to find that someone hadn't done off with Batman during his vigilante days.

She sat and the elder yanked out tweezers from the kit. "It will hurt…I won't lie."

"Can't be any worse than when they entered," she shrugged bearing his company.

He shifted on his glasses and raised the tweezers to her arms. Squinting he began plucking shards of glass from her arm. Rem took it well only wincing occasionally.

Across the hall, in the sitting room, Rex sprawled out on an apricot love seat with a mauve design and lion paws holding the heavy thing up. He looked out of place in his armor on the fine antique seat. Terry sat in a comfy recliner his mask off and his limbs hanging off the chair.

Virgil, straddling one of the wooden chairs from the dining set smirked at Rex as he stripped off his armor and lifted his shirt to expose a bruise purpling.

"Seems you had a fun flight…" He fingered the harp shape engraved through the wood catching the winged man's eyes as his head rose.

Rex frowned, his gaze cold enough to freeze his elder. "Oh yeah! It was great… I accidentally got my hands too close to her chest and next thing I knew I had an elbow in my stomach. I almost dropped her…"

Terry draped his hands over his heads and yawned. "Well since we have a woman in our lives we figured it would be safest to let you handle the girl. We would hate to offend anyone now would we?"

"That didn't mean you had to leave me alone with her. And don't think I don't know what you're up too." Rex dumped his armor on the ground and scraped his half pulled up undershirt across his forehead exposing a hard chest beneath.

Pushing his dreads off his neck Virgil placed his hand mockingly over his heart. "No? Us planning something? Never!"

"Sweet as it seems, it really isn't. I know what type I like and she certainly doesn't fit the book." Rex continued ignoring him and pushing forward with his argument.

"How do you even know what type you like? The last few dates you went on were duds, and you only find a girl through technology, sometimes they're right in front of your face and you just ignore them." Terry told his friend sitting forward. He dragged the pillow out and fluffed it before putting it where the small of his back would rest.

Rex leaned forward pointing a finger first at Terry then at Virgil. "Look…both of you, I don't see wings and a diaper on you so quit it."

"Hhmm?" Vigil glance confused at him trying to figure out what the metaphor meant.

"He means cupid; the baby who sends arrows of love." He sighed and turned his attention back to the winged man. "Anyways we were just trying to help man."

Virgil smirked again. "Yeah Rex. Besides she seems nice."

"Yeah she's a cupcake…" Rex growled exposing his bruise again. "She bruised me…through my armor."

Terry shrugged. "You don't want a damsel either."

"Last time I'll say it. Butt out! I can handle my own love life." Rex frowned leaning back into the cushion. His head darted to the dining room when he heard the female yelp. Instinctively he leapt to his feet. When he realized all was fine he sighed and rested again.

Eyebrows raised Terry smirked. "Right and you don't care about her?"

"Hey I'm the one who saw her come through, and who carried her back…I have a right to be worried. But that's where it ends." He frowned shutting his eyes and letting his head lean back.

Virgil and Terry didn't say a thing, just exchanged a glance and left the room to see how their time traveler was faring.

Despite an ill temper and a few mending wounds she was fine. Stitches were being sewn in and her bruised ribs were bandaged and restrained. She was handling the pain very well; the yelp from the first intrusion from the needle.

She gave the two league members a glance and smiled. It looked odd against the grimace set in her eyes. "So I know who my knight is; but I don't know who you are."

"I'm Static Shock, otherwise known as Virgil." He slapped Terry on the back. "And this gangly fellow is Terry McGinnis, Gotham's current Batman."

Remille chuckled, a genuine light coming to her eyes. "Where'd you find him Wayne?" She asked as he cut the last of the thread and set everything back down on the table.

He retrieved a set of gauze from his bag and began winding the bandage around her wounds. "He found me." He tersely told her. "You cannot do anything strenuous for a few days. Knowing you're mother however and her rate of healing I'd only give a few days for it to heal and I wouldn't expect you to have any scars."

"Who is your mother?" Terry asked.

"You knew her as Wonder Woman." Rem responded.

"Diana being an Amazon had a quick rate of healing. Remille being half would probably be at a slower rate but quick none the less." Wayne told his student.

Virgil's jaw dropped. "No way Wonder Woman. I thought that Amazons hated men."

"Yeah!" Terry agreed. "How did any guy catch her?"

Rem's face dangerously hardened. "Nobody caught her. She isn't a fish you know. Anyways, why is it so amazing? She is a woman and it's a natural thing for women to do."

Bruce's eyes remained hooded as he wrapped the gauze around slowly and tightly. When he was content there was enough to protect her upper arm he continued to the other. "She's right. It's rude to speak of anyone in that fashion; especially an Amazon. Besides you forget that you're disrespecting Wonder Woman in front of her Amazon daughter."

Raising his hand apologetically Terry gave a curt, "sorry." Running his hands through his hair he examined the girl. "Anyways, who is your father?"

"I don't have one…she never married…" Rem glanced away and jerked her arm away when she was sure Bruce was done.

Cocking an eyebrow Terry frowned. "Ok, sorry. We were just kidding."

Drawn in by the drama Rex's bulky form appeared through the door way assessing the situation with guarded eyes. He smirked after catching sight of the fuming girl and the retreating Terry. Catching Terry's gaze he gave a knowing look. "Everything ok in here?"

"I don't need you to rush to my aid." Rem snapped rubbing her arm and testing her bandage.

Rex's attitude cooled and he poked an unsavory finger from behind his back. "Look, Princess, I didn't rush over here to help you. I don't know what your mom taught you about men but you really need to relax."

"Relax?" Rem got to her feet and crossed her arms. "I've been thrown; yes thrown, into the future, manhandled, and I don't know where my mother is; much less the location of the island. You really want me to relax?"

Mirroring her, Rex crossed his arms too. "It was an accident. Believe me; I've met more pleasant women before, in which I may have done it on purpose."

Bruce frowned and rose from his seat. Ace jerked up from his position under the table crawling through the legs of the chair to sit at the heels of his master. His eye jerking toward Remille, who absentmindedly dipped her hand down scratched behind his ear gaining a bit of thumping from his hind leg.

"Seeing that we're all going to be together until we figure this little mystery out I suggest that you…" He threw everyone a look. "…all of you start behaving."

Rem nodded her head but didn't look up at the man. She put all her attention on Ace wrapping her hand around to scratch the other side of his head.

Accustomed to answering to Wayne he gave a terse 'yeah.' He threw a last look at the girl bent over Bruce's big dog. As if sensing that she was being watched Rem turned her head and poked her tongue out of her mouth. Rex stuck out his in response when he was sure Bruce wasn't watching.

"Due to the storm outside," Wayne gestured to the rain pelting against his windows. "I've made up rooms for you."

Virgil frowned. "You certainly don't mean us right? I am more than capable of getting home safely. Besides my wife will have my skin if I don't come home."

"Yes I mean you, all of you. I called your wife." He dipped his head toward Virgil and toward Terry afterward. "…and your mom as well, to inform them that I rented a hotel room for you.

The room remained quiet until Rex 'harrumphed,' crossed his arms, and leaned up against the wall. "Who are you going to call for me? My mommy and daddy aren't around to pick up the phone." He dangled an empty ring finger obnoxiously. "And not hitched either."

"Who would want to get stuck with you?" Remille snorted, rising from her squatting position.

Rex frowned. "There has been no shortage of women; I'll have you know."

"Not the point." Bruce interrupted. "You will stay tonight. If you can recall, Ms. Prince just joined us after being attacked. Although this location is secure, it's much better having you three around."

Remille squared her shoulders. "I can handle myself. I don't need the knight, or any of them protecting me."

Bruce chuckled and patted her arm. "I 'm sure you can, after all your mother is a 'wonder,' but tonight I would still feel better if they just stayed for tonight."

Sighing he rose from his seat and tapped loudly on the ground to alert Ace. "Rooms are up the stairs and on the left. Names are on the doors and everyone needs to stay separated by gender."

Rem laughed and walked past heading for the stairs. "Oh please, one of them needs to get over their bruise first." She was gone before Rex could counter.

"So when is the wedding?" Virgil cracked.

Rex growled. "I'll kill her before I even dream of such a thing."

"Let's not kill anyone tonight." Bruce muttered glancing at his watch. "Well it's five in the morning and I would preferably like to get some sleep."

Master and dog left the room hobbling down the hall.

"I find them both obnoxious." Rex scowled pushing his hand through his hair.

"I believe they're related." Terry pulled out a chair and straddled it.

Virgil chuckled. "Related, the air around them is so thick I could cut into it."

"Which only further proves my point, besides when have you seen him chuckle so many times; let alone crack a smile." Terry crossed his arms in front of him. "He's protecting by being kind, trying to understand, and even separating us. When's the last time he's threatened us from getting near a girl?"

"Same eye color too." Rex nodded.

Leaning forward Virgil smirked. "What color are her eyes."

Rex paused to think. "They're a very pleasant blue with specks of sea green. If she gets mad they turn cloudy." He looked up from his thoughts and frowned. "Why do you ask?"

"No reason." Virgil smothered his grin and went back to the issue at hand. "Ok so maybe they might be, but I'm still skeptical as how Bruce's unknown daughter came to Gotham present day…well for us at least…right in front of us?"

"Not sure, but I hope it isn't anything too crazy." Rex sighed. "I'd like a break from all this crazy stuff."

Virgil chuckled. "Us avoid anything crazy? Crazy drives at us full speed. I've never known anything normal to occur in my life."

Rex shrugged, a wing twitching up with the movement. "Still would be nice."

Silence reigned over for a while. Virgil looked absently at the painted walls while tracing the harp shape in the chair he was straddling. Terry turned his attention to pelting rain and purple lighting outside. Rex tapped at the table, intent on digging a hole in the wood.

Rex impatiently sighed, breaking up the silence. His gaze began to rove around the room. "You think Wayne has some beer around the place? I certainly could use one about now."

"Me too." Virgil shifted in his seat his eyes shifting past the cabinets holding fine china and locking on the door to the kitchen. "This is Bruce were talking about though, he should have some in the fridge."

Rex pushed out of the chair not caring to put it back in the proper place and tested the knob on the door. It easily turned opening the door and revealing the expansive kitchen with all of its clean metallic appliances. It wasn't hard to locate a somewhat battered fridge in the corner.

"Jackpot." Rex cracked a smile as he reached in and yanked out a dark long neck bottle. He took a look at the label and whistled his approval. "The good stuff too."

Virgil nodded a grin slicing his face. "Then don't hog it all." He held out his hand, receiving the bottle. He ran a finger unevenly along the bottle disrupted the condensation growing on the glass.

The door shut hard, the bottles clanging at impact. Terry, after glancing around the kitchen at the glossy shine, spun around and watched the two men pop the top off and take a drink.

"What about me?" He demanded his voice going up a pitch at the end of the phrase. "You're not going to leave me out."

Rex shook the bottle mockingly. "Well let's see your license then kiddo, because I don't think you're of age."

"Oh come off it!" Terry griped reaching around and opening the fridge.

(A/N: Hey thanks for the reviews. It made me happy that someone found worth in the first chapter. For those who found it I know you're expecting more of bruce and wonderwoman but I am easing into this story. Thanks again. If you made it to the end of this chapter press the review button and give me any opinion!)