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Landing lightly next to Bruce, I take in the appearance of someone whom we clearly were not expecting.

"Just a common thief. What happened to Intergang?" I muse out loud.

"J'onn must have gotten a bad tip. It happens." He explains shortly, before taking an intimidating step forward. Wasting no time in pleasantries, he continues to stare down hard at the criminal. With a sharp rasps, he addresses the thief.

"I'll take the crowbar." I raise a brow, and give him a sidelong glance. In a way his comment surprises me. Batman making small talk. Very, very rare. Usually he just goes in and brings the villain down for the count. Perhaps a little begging or crying here and there, that he succeeds in making happen, the occasional broken bone, or painful fractured wrist. All of these signs, are well known signature moves accomplished by the Bat. Talking though? Not at all common.

Curiously I sneak another glance at him from the corner of my eye. He is stock still, yet with my enhanced hearing, I cannot miss the slight, almost silent, sound of metal slicing through the air, as he subtly extracts a batarang from his belt.

Understanding dawns on me, and I do not fail to realize that this is just another one of Batman's ways.

Distract, then strike.

An unusual tactic to conducted by him in order to keep his opponents, and even his own comrades, a little unbalanced. Still, distraction can be a very useful tool and he sure as well knows it.

The thief just smiles smugly at him in an immediate response, while simultaneously cocking a perfectly rounded hip. Her vocal response is sultry and full of intended meaning. I dislike her immediately. In fact, I have a tendency to dislike any female criminal who intentionally decide to flirt with the male superheroes. Batman and Superman are the main ones.

"Whatever you say, Batboy." She remarks with a purr like tone. Hefting the crowbar up over her shoulder, she throws it quick, and hard, aiming straight for Bruce's head. Mid-flight the crowbar unexpectedly morphs into a hissing rattlesnake. It's beady eyes narrow in anger, the white of its fangs gleam viciously in the night-time glow. It is a snake intent on making its kill.

Luckily Bruce has amazing reflexes, and thankfully manages to dodge the flying creature's deadly blow, within the nick of time.

The woman gives an exaggerated fake pout of disappointment.

"That trick always went over big in Egypt." She whines, before spinning in a graceful twirl and reappearing as…

"Circe." I growl out fiercely, clenching my fists angrily. I should have known. Of all the villains, why did it have to be her? The fates are defiantly testing me at this very hour.

Two more batarangs fly through the air, only to be turned into two harmless doves, with a single flick of Circe's wrist.

"That it for you?" She questions with a bored tone.

"What are you doing here witch? You were banished." I hiss between clenched teeth. She eyes me with those eyes of hers and smiles. As if she has an intriguing story to share with me.

"They needed more space down below, so they paroled me. Of course, I had to promise to leave your mommy dearest alone before they would let me out." She remarks, somewhat unhappily.

My eyes narrow to slits as I recall the purpose of her "banishment."

"Mother sent her to the pits of Tartarus. Circe had a nasty habit of turning innocent people into animals."

"I'm real good at it to." She replies with an amused grin.

"So I've read. Let's not give her another chance." Bruce growls out, speaking for the first time since Circe had revealed herself.

We both rush forward, determined to take her down, but before we can come within a few feet of her, a powerful blast knocks us both back against a brick wall. My head snaps back, colliding with the rough surface. Fragments of brick, litter my hair and face. My right shoulder, throbs slightly from the multiple scrapes that are lightly bleeding. A slight fog begins to fill my head, and I can only faintly see her walk towards me.

Out of nowhere, and without warning, a giant hand made purely from concrete stone grips me, squeezing the living day lights out of me, as it holds me up in the air like a rag doll.

"I promised to leave your mother alone little princess, but nobody said anything about you. Rest assured, after I get done with you Hippolyta won't want you for a daughter, and your pointy eared boyfriend here won't want you for anything."

"Oh no you don't!" A familiar voice growls out. A red and blue blur rushes past me, slamming itself into Circe and knocking her halfway across the alleyway.

Thankfully the concrete hand loses its stone grip around my lower torso, allowing me to freely breath in a lung full of air. Gasping for breath, I manage to choke out a few words and speak.

"About time... Kal. What took... you so long?"

He doesn't answer me though; instead his eyes are trained slowly on the rising form of Circe.

"Two boyfriends!" She breathes out with a small chuckle. "My, my Diana." She hakes her head. "I never thought that you had it in you. What would mommy think? If she knew that you were "going around." She twirls her right index finger in the air to emphasize her intended meaning.

Kal's face is angry, and irritated, a perfect match to my own.

"Enough!" He growls out, stepping forward. I hover up off the ground, prepared to aid him.

"Ah, ah, ah." Circe says tauntingly, while turning away from me to once again face him.

"You're Superman. the man whom so happens to be a Kryptonian. Right hot stuff? That means you are vulnerable to magic. Correct?" She doesn't wait for a reply of any sort. "I would hate for you to find out what this bad boy can do." She purrs evilly, while producing a six inch long dagger out of thin air and a single puff of smoke.

Kal visibly pales and takes a couple steps away. It may not be a very big weapon, but he knows as well as I do, that a blade that sharp has the potential to easily cut a major artery.

Beside me, I hear Bruce struggle slightly as he gets up. A few chunk is of stone had landed on him. I wince as I spot a trickle of blood flowing down from his mouth, but other than that, he looks aright. His eyes instantly narrow dangerously as he takes in the sight before him.

Circe eyes both men curiously, before a sudden spark enters her eyes. I eye her with distrust. Nothing good ever comes out of being Circe's center of attention.

She taps a manicured nail against her chin thoughtfully, before her gaze lands on me.

"Diana, you leave me no choice. Originally I had planned on doing something to you, but I now realize that what I am about to do now... will be far better."

She bows low, mocking me with fake respect.

"Your Highness, it was such a pleasure speaking with you."

Striking her hand forward, a bright light emits out of nowhere, yet everywhere wall at once.

I crash backward once again, striking my head hard on a steel edged corner. It is not enough to hurt me terribly, but a pain explodes behind my eyes, and everything momentarily turns black.

I blink my eyes hard, trying to refocus my disorientated vision. I shake my head, and instantly regret doing so as it throbs in pain. Finally, my vision slowly returns, and I look around, finding Circe to be nowhere in sight.

Dammit! She got away.

Quickly pushing myself up off of the ground, I scan the area, searching for Batman and Superman.

After a quick once over, and finding nothing in sight, I am positive that they are not here. What had happened to them? Did they go after her? Or worse... Did she hurt them?

Jamming my finger into my earpiece, I call out urgently. "Batman? Superman? Do either of you read me?"

No answer, just dead silence.

No, no, no, no, no! What did that blasted witch do? One minute they were here and now? Now they are gone. Did she take them? Let's face it, she could of if she had wanted to. All that talk of revenge on mother, through the use of me. There is no knowing what she would do to try and accomplish that. Besides Bruce is only human and Kal? Kal is vulnerable to magic, of any sort.

Oh. Hera help me. With each escalating thought, I begin to subconsciously rise higher and higher off of the ground. with a slight start, I realize that I am now 15 feet up into the air, and still escalating. I let out a frustrated cry and whip myself sharply around to face the east side of the city. I freeze, as during that sudden motion, I spotted out of the corner of my vision, a slight movement.

Whipping myself around once more, I find myself looking down at two very powerful, very annoyed tigers.

Oh no. Please don't let it be true.

"Bruce...?" I call out hesitantly.

Not a slight acknowledgement from either of them.

Then again, Bruce is Bruce.

"Kal…?" I try once more. My heart sinks slightly as one of them sits up straight and looks me dead in the eye. My lips tighten at the sight of clear, blue, piercing eyes.

That is when I know, without a doubt, that it is Kal. The beloved Man of Steel, trapped within the body of a white tiger.

I rub the bridge of my nose while lowering myself slowly back down to the ground.

"And you must be Bruce." I state out loud, landing next to the black, muscular, tiger.

My stomach drops at the sight of his hard, emerald-green gaze.

"Yup, that is you alright." I sigh out tiredly.

"Great. Now you're a rich tiger with issues, lots of issues. As if it wasn't bad enough before." I mumble lowly To myself.