Okay, short chapter. But the cliffhanger on these first two parts seemed natural, so I went with it. Starting with Part Three, they'll be getting much longer.

PART TWO

Batman stared blankly. "You want to what the what?"

"I want," she smirked, "to drive the Batmobile."

It wasn't often Batman found himself caught so far off guard. But at this moment...well, that seemed a wholly inadequate descriptor. Of course, judging by the slack jawed faces around the room, the other Founders were in the same boat.

Batman was well aware of the reputation of the Batmobile. There wasn't an automobile magazine in the world that hadn't written articles on it, remarking on its design and speculating about its capabilities. Gordon even told him how magazines and car collectors by the dozens wrote to GCPD each month, hoping to somehow score an interview with Batman and discuss the car.

Batman was also aware of the effect the Batmobile had on certain segments of the female population. Catwoman, Poison Ivy, Batgirl, and Harley Quinn had all made various remarks over the years, professing their...respect...for the ride. The Batmobile was a babe magnet, to borrow a phrase Nightwing might use. Somehow, Batman never expected Diana, Princess of the Amazons, to fall into that category. But despite all those thoughts flickering through his mind, the most immediate was-

"You don't even have a license."

Perhaps not the most sensible of arguments, given the scheme of things, and certainly a weak one. To begin with, the Batmobile itself wasn't even technically street legal. So equivocating over the lack of a license was, frankly, silly.

He should have just said no. Cool, simple, and purely Batman. No one went against him when he said "no." Then again, saying no to those eyes was a more daunting feat than squaring off against Darkseid.

"Sure I do," Diana said.

Batman didn't quite understand. "Sure you do what?"

"Have a driver's license."

Batman blinked. "When did you learn to drive?" The answer quickly became apparent. Out of the corner of his eye, Batman saw Flash surreptitously moving towards the exit.

"Wally taught me," Diana explained, unaware of the murderous thoughts the Dark Knight was now harboring.

"Did he now?"

"Mmhmm. He gave me a book with all the laws and regulations. Then he rode...What did he call it? Shotgun? Yes, shotgun. And instructed me as I learned to drive his van."

"And he helped you get your license."

"Yes, Wally was very helpful. He took me to the Central City DMV last month and got me all sorted out. And he didn't even laugh when I revealed my plans to ask you about this."

His eyes fixed upon Flash, delivering the Batglare equivolent of Defcon Six. His scarlet clad colleague squirmed. "He didn't?"

"Nope. Though he said I should ask you something." Suddenly Flash's eyes went wide and he began waving wildly at Diana, pleading with her to stop. But Diana didn't notice, so focused was she on Batman.

"And what did Flash say you should ask me?"

"If the Batmobile has a backseat spacious enough for 'necking', whatever that is. I assume it's important?"

"Oh, Flash was just being silly. He just doesn't know when to stop."

Flash gulped.

"I keep it in my room. Would you like to see it?"

"Yes. I would love to see your driver's license."

Diana rushed off to retrieve her new license. When she disappeared, Batman turned his full attention on Flash. The Scarlet Speedster tried to hide himself behind the combined bulk of Superman and Green Lantern. But as Batman neared, the Glare in place, both heroes had the good sense to stand aside and leave Flash to his fate.

Flash braced for impact. But instead of a punch to the face, he felt an arm loop over his shoulder. And when he opened his eyes, daring a look, he saw Batman gazing down upon him, a tight smile on his face. It was the most terrifying thing Flash had ever seen in his life.

"I'm sorry," Flash croaked.

A deep, gutteral rumble emanated from the Batman. "You will be," he agreed. His eyes never left the Flash. "Would you all mind giving Wally and me some privacy?"

The other Founders slowly filed out the door, giving their best encouraging smiles and gestures. It might have been a funeral procession, the sensation that hung in the air.

"Guys?" Flash gulped. "Guys? Oh jeez."

After his little "talk" with Flash, Batman took a few moments to consider how he would gently reject her request.

It was absolutely silly to think of. Not just the idea of Wonder Woman driving his car, but rather, the idea that anyone besides himself would be allowed behind the wheel. Dick had never been allowed to drive it. And now that Tim was of legal age, Batman had already denied several requests to take the Batmobile for a spin.

But when Diana presented him with her license, completely authentic and issued by the state of Missouri, that knee weakening smile upon her face, suddenly the word "no" vacated his vocabulary. He knew he needed to be firm. If he caved on something as important as driving his car, who knew what else he might relent on? A date? It was critical to both the mission and his image that he deny her.

"Tuesday night," he said. "Bruce Wayne doesn't have anything scheduled. We can head out early before I patrol."

Shit. That wasn't a denial. What kind of Amazon magic was she wielding?

Diana laughed and threw her arms around Batman, not quite believing how easy he relented. Batman stood stiffly, not reciprocating the hug. "Should I let you go now?" she asked after a few moments.

"Please."

Diana obeyed, but his hesitance on physical contact did nothing to eliviate her happiness. "Thank you, Bruce," she smiled.

Batman grunted, then turned towards the door. Before he left, a thought popped into his head. "Can you drive a stick?"

"A what?"

"Shit."

END PART

Yeah, I realize in Batman:TAS, Batgirl drove the car on two occasions that I can recall. But hey, a tiny bit of creative license. Oh, and if you like, please review. Seriously. Please?