Summary: (BM/WW Wedding-fic) When Batman finally gathers the courage to ask Wonder Woman to marry him, the Dark Knight gets more than he bargained for when the entire League decided to pitch in and help plan their impending nuptials – contains fluff, random humour, a temperamental Amazon princess, drunken bachelor-party escapades, and various attempts on Superman's life!

A/N: Say it, I'm a terrible person. I profoundly apologize for the long wait, busy, busy, busy – I've had a small mountain's worth of assignments to do and a lot of tests to write, and on top of that, there's been a death in the family… yeah… 'hectic' doesn't begin to cover it. Okay, I'm done now.

The response from the previous chapter has been spectacular – thank you so much for the feedback everyone :)

[CHAPTER EDITED] [2013/06/12]

Disclaimer: If I were the owner of these characters, you wouldn't be reading this.

Bridezillas & Kryptonite

07.1
~Chapter Seven~
Part One
The Callings

It was one of those nights that just didn't seemed to want to end.

Admittedly, it started out pretty decent – a mugging here, a break-in there, all in all, your average patrol night – but then, quite abruptly, things started going south, badly and fast, like they tend to do in a place like Gotham City…

Robin was on the verge of hyperventilating as he paced up and down anxiously, a finger to the earpiece of his ear while his free hand gripped at his damp hair. "C'mon… pick up, pick up," he prayed. Currently, they were in a dark alleyway and, above all things, it was raining. Oh, why was it always raining…?

Finally, some great divine force that must have taken pity on the teenage vigilante as just then, the person on the other line answered.

"Wayne residence, how may I-"

"Alfred!" Robin choked out in relief. "Thank God you picked up."

"Master Tim?" Alfred said, sounding startled. "Why are you-?"

"Listen, I'm kind of freaking out here, so I can't really explain everything right now. How fast can you get to Gotham's west side?"

"I… I suppose if I go now, I can be there in fifteen, perhaps twenty minutes' time?"

"Okay… okay…" Robin said, nodding to himself. "But, Alfred?"

"Yes, Master Tim?"

"…Hurry."

"Right away, sir,"

After he gave Alfred the address, Robin ended the call and turned back to the unconscious form of Wonder Woman at his feet.

He groaned inwardly and ran his fingers further up his scalp.

How the hell was he going to explain this to Batman? He was still shaken from what had just happened, nothing made sense, he could still remember the look on Diana's face before she-

No. Shaking his head, Robin forcibly pushed his thoughts aside and bent down, very carefully taking her arm and slinging it over his shoulder as he pulled her up. He stumbled momentarily due to the added weight and hesitantly put his arm around her waist.

Taking a deep breath to calm his nerves, he readjusted his grip and reached up to the communicator in his ear.

He had to wait for a few painfully long moments, but eventually, Batman picked up. "What is it, Robin?" he said impatiently.

Oh boy. "Batman, I need you to listen… it's about Diana – I don't know what happened, but I think we might have a problem."

~24 Hours Earlier~

Once the flame took at the tip of his cigarette, Harvey Bullock took a deep breath as he lowered the lighter, holding in the smoke in his lungs several moments longer before artfully blowing out a wispy ring.

The red and blue light coming from the by standing ambulance and other squad car flashed across his face as he took another drag.

Absentmindedly looking up, he saw an officer talking to a man and a woman standing on the front steps leading up to a grand-looking townhouse across the street from where his old Buick was parked.

The man was holding tightly onto the woman crying in his arms, while blankly staring at the cop who was talking. The woman was shaking, her head ducked under his chin and her face hidden as she sobbed.

Great, he thought to himself, it was going to be one of those nights.

Sitting up in his seat, he reached over to the empty passenger seat next to him and grabbed his hat. Readjusting his brown trench-coat, Harvey climbed out of his car and walked over to the house.

Skirting past the couple, he stepped into a large lobby with a staircase leading up. Briefly scanning the area, he saw two more officers standing in the living room to his right – one was questioning the housekeepers while the other was writing down their statements.

When the first officer had finished, he turned his head and saw Harvey standing. He had a grim look on his face but nodded in acknowledgement.

Harvey briefly returned the gesture before going upstairs. Walking down a winding hallway, he stopped at the last door to the right which had yellow police tape drawn across the entrance. He tore the tape down and went inside. As he did, he was actually surprised at the chaos that awaited him on the other side.

It was like a small tornado had torn through the room. The mattress of the four-poster bed in the middle was turned over and ripped open while pieces of stuffing and parts of numerous teddy-bears was sprawled over the ground along with magazines, clothes and shards of glass from photo frames everywhere and the posters against the walls was clawed to shreds.

But what was really strange was the furniture – it had been moved out of the way so that Harvey could get inside, but he had been told that the bookshelf, desk and dresser had all been toppled over on their sides and had been pushed behind the door in a makeshift barricade.

But, just as Harvey turned around to inspect them closer, there was a small, draughty breeze which went through the room and the sound of a pair of boots lightly crunching down.

Harvey almost smiled. "Should have known…" he muttered, shaking his head.

"Hello, Harvey,"

Turning around again, Harvey saw the hulking black figure of Batman standing at the sliding door that lead out onto a small balcony outside, his cape rustling behind him.

"Bats…" He greeted, regarding the vigilante with his usual mixture of caution and indifference.

"It happened again?"

"Huh… so the Commissioner told you about the others then?"

Batman gave a curt nod.

Harvey sighed. Of course Gordon would run to the Bat with this one… not that he minded, they were stumped. "She's in there." He said, pointing over to the half-open closet door in the corner – out of Harvey's eye, he caught sight of a pale limp hand.

The white lenses of Batman's cowl narrowed as he went over to examine the body in the closet.

"The vic's name was Mellissa Noble – you know, as in Lloyd & Noble Construction? Her dad's some big-shot in the industry. Anyway, housekeeping found her an hour ago." Harvey explained. "Before that, the maids said they've been hearing stuff getting thrown around up here. Made one hell of a racket too, she was screaming her head off."

"They didn't check up on her?" Batman grunted as he crouched down at the victim's side, he didn't look at him.

Harvey shrugged. "Couldn't. The door was blocked from the inside… that, and it sounded like the girl made a habit of throwing a tantrum. They thought she was better off getting over whatever was eating at her, so they didn't bother."

Batman turned his head and Harvey could imagine his eyebrow raising behind the mask. "What changed their minds?"

"It got quiet." Harvey said grimly. "My guess is they must have noticed when the shouting stopped and got curious."

The Bat looked at him blankly before resuming his examination. As his eyes roamed the body, his mouth turned into a hard line. He reached over and took the victim's other hand, turning it over to inspect it. He set it down carefully and then pulled out a syringe from his belt.

Taking a blood sample, Batman stood up and started looking around the room while Harvey, all too used to the silence which normally came with him, wasn't too bothered about speaking and, for the most part, just stared down at his own scuffed boots, or flicked something odd of his jacket, or just checked the state of his fingernails.

After a few minutes passed in relative quietness, Batman stopped his examination and looked such a thing was possible, his eyes narrowed even further.

Taking this as a sign, Harvey slowly walked up to him. "Find anything useful, Bats?"

Batman didn't respond as he lowered himself to the ground and picked up something small, square and flat.

"Mmm…" a low thoughtful sound emanated from the back of his throat as he stood up straight again, the small square in his hands.

"Bats…?"

Then, there was a loud rapping against the door. "Detective Bullock, are you in there?"

Harvey turned away from Batman. "Yeah, but wait before you-" when he turned back, he stopped midsentence.

Damn. He really hated when he did that.

"Detective?"

"Never mind!" he huffed.

Harvey shoved his hands in his pockets and shook his head when he found he was alone again.

"Typical."

The Next Day…

Bruce's mouth was set in its usual thin line as he stared out of the window in his office that afternoon while vaguely noticing the dark clouds from the night before was lingering over Gotham's usually bleak skyline. There was a storm coming.

His eyes then flickered to the piece of paper he held between his fingers and scowled – the card was frayed around the edges, but, although most of the lettering was too faded to read, Bruce could make out an address and the name of a company and was disturbed that he recognized it.

He was pulled out of his reverie when the small intercom on his desk started buzzing. Looking up from the card, Bruce then turned around in his chair and reached over to answer it.

"Yes, Elizabeth?"

"Mr Fox is here to see you."

Bruce sat up straighter in his seat. "Send him in." He had given the blood sample he had collected from the newest victim the night before for analysis. He'd already done the same himself with the first sample Gordon gave him of course, but he needed a second opinion.

"Yes sir."

When Fox came into the office, he smiled at Bruce. "Mr Wayne."

"Lucius," Bruce greeted in kind as Fox closed the door behind him and came over, gesturing for him to take a seat in one of the chairs in front of his desk. "I take it you've got something new to tell me?"

"Actually, I'd just be adding to what you'd already told me so there's not really much of a point discussing what I found. But I did take the liberty of creating a antitoxin to reverse the effects." Fox said as he took out a small vial and handed it over to Bruce. "It needs to be injected directly into the bloodstream for it to work – I know it might not be of much use to you for now until you find the source of the poison, but it doesn't hurt being prepared."

Bruce took the vial. "Thanks," he said, examining the clear liquid within.

"It's no problem at all, Mr Wayne – have you made any progress in the case?" Fox asked, sitting back in his seat.

Bruce slipped the vial into his pocket, holding up the card he had in his other hand. "It's not much but I have a lead. I found this yesterday."

"Will you be following up on it?"

He nodded curtly. But, before anything else could be said between them, the intercom buzzed again.

"I'm sorry for interrupting you, Mr Wayne, but there's a Clark Kent from the Daily Planet in Metropolis on the line?"

Raising his brow in surprise, Bruce looked up and Fox. "Go ahead." The older man said patiently.

Bruce nodded and returned to the intercom. "Send the call through."

There was another beep, after which he picked up the phone. Sure enough, Clark's spoke. "Hello, Bruce?"

"Bon après-midi, qui je m'adresse?" Bruce asked casually in French and a different voice, smirking to himself – he could practically see Clark rolling his eyes on the other side of the line right now.

"Nice try, but that's not going to work, Bruce, I know it's you."

"Eh, it was worth a shot," He said indifferently and sat back in his chair. Fox was now looking at him in amusement. "What do you want, Kent?"

"Really, is that any way to start a conversation?" Bruce detected a strained edge in his tone, and something else – nervousness, perhaps?

"You're the one that started the conversation in the first place, Clark, I'm just going along with it. And why are you calling from the Planet anyway?"

"About that… Mr White's on the warpath today." Clark admitted sheepishly.

"Uh-huh…"

"Yeah and I thought I'd better not take my chances getting caught on my phone. At least like this, I can pass off talking to you as making a business call."

"Ingenious," Bruce noted, dryly. "But, seriously, unless this call is important, is there any real reason why you're calling me now? I'm actually in the middle of something."

"I- uh, just wanted to check up on things." The Kryptonian said lamely.

Bruce then heard Lois Lane speaking in the background. "Hey, Smallville, how many p's are there in 'Apparatus'?"

"Two, Lois." Clark said, sounding exasperated.

"And is that with a 'i' or a 'u' at the end?"

"With a 'u'." he said before returning his attention to his phone call. "Um… anyway, so… how's Gotham?"

"Spectacular."

"…"

"…"

"Er… ahem," Clark cleared his throat awkwardly, "…Aren't you gonna ask how it's over here…?"

Bruce almost snorted. Seriously? Why bother? "How are things in Metropolis, Clark?" Like it ever changes there.

"Oh, good, good… it's really good. Just swell…"

"Great…" Bruce replied.

Silence reigned for a few awkward moments.

Bruce surprised himself by breaking the strange silence first. "Well, Clark, as touching as your concern over my city is, I really don't see any point in continuing whatever you call… this. Good-"

"Wait!" Clark suddenly blurted out, cutting Bruce off. "Before you go, how's Diana?" he asked abruptly.

Bruce was caught off-guard by this. "She's fine…" he said slowly.

"And, um… she hasn't… been acting differently lately, has she?" He was nervous again.

"Not that I'm aware of…"

"Oh. Good."

Completely bewildered at that point, just as Bruce was about to say anything, he heard somebody shouting again on Clark's line. "Kent! What the hell do you think you're doing? Get off the damn phone and get back to work – I need that article on Superman before lunch!"

Clark gulped, so easily slipping back into his role as bumbling reporter. "R-right away, Chief!" he stuttered.

"And don't call me Chief!" Perry White barked.

"Sorry, Mr White!" Clark apologized before returning to his call. "Well, it was nice talking to you, Bruce! Bye!" he said hastily and with that ended the call.

Bruce could only blink as the dial-tone rang in his ear.

What. The. Hell.

Fox, who had witnessed the entire conversation, looked at Bruce curiously. "What was that all about?" he asked, when he saw the look Bruce's face and more or less echoing his exact thoughts at that moment.

"I can honestly tell you I have no idea." Bruce said, slowly put the phone down before taking out his cell phone from his pocket.

Diana was just walking up the steps leading to the Manor's front door when she heard her phone ringing in her purse.

Scrounging around, she pulled out her phone and house keys, simultaneously unlocking the door as she answered. "Hello?"

"Diana?"

Recognizing his voice, Diana smiled. "Bruce? This is a pleasant surprise." And it was, Bruce, being the typical male, didn't normally call her first, it was usually the other way around, or if there was trouble. She hoped it wasn't the latter.

"Am I interrupting?"

Diana then opened the door and walked into the Manor. "Not at all – is something wrong?"

"I'm… not sure. I got a very weird call from Clark."

Diana stiffened. "Why is that?" she asked calmly, closing the door behind her.

"He just seem… off. I can't really explain it, but he made a point asking about you. Maybe you can tell me in why that is?"

"I wouldn't know, I haven't really talked to him since last week. Other than that, I've just seen him in passing."

That wasn't a lie. After the incident with Luthor the previous week, whenever Diana happened to pass him, she couldn't help but to notice the way the Man of Steel looked at her – Clark would frown while his brows knitted together in concern but he wouldn't say why and tended to walk in the opposite direction before she could ask him about it. Fleeing, more likely being the right word.

"Okay, but… nothing's happened, has there?"

For a brief moment, Diana considered telling him about what had happened over the harbour in Metropolis, and about the pangs of nausea and vertigo she had been experiencing of late as well, but if she did, she knew Bruce would react worse than Clark did. And, honestly, the last thing she needed was Bruce faffing over her, she still had her pride, after all.

"Nothing that I can think of, no."

Bruce didn't sound overly convinced when he responded but didn't press for any more details – she had a feeling he'd get those from Clark later, one way or another.

"So, when are you getting off work?" Diana asked, changing the subject.

"Same as usual, I think – I still need to sort out a few things here, but other than that around six or seven?"

"Alright, I'll see until then." She said and smiled to herself. "I love you."

Bruce didn't reply as Diana heard somebody else, Elizabeth by the sound of it, on the other side, reminding him of an appointment he had. Bruce thanked her before resuming his call. "I'll see you tonight."

When the call ended, Diana sighed. But, just as she looked up, she saw a vase full of roses on one of the tables against the wall that wasn't there before. Slipping her phone back into her purse, she walked over to examine it.

Just then, Alfred happened to come in from one of the side hallways as well.

"Ah, good afternoon, Miss Diana." The butler greeted politely.

"Hello, Alfred," Diana smiled at him.

"I see you've noticed the roses,"

Diana turned back to them – they were unusual, larger than average roses, what really set them apart was the colour, a deep, very dark shade of crimson.

"Where did they come from?" she asked, reaching out to touch one of the flowers.

"They were delivered here earlier this afternoon. They're quite peculiar, aren't they?"

Diana nodded in agreement. "Was there a card attached?"

"There was, but it seemed to be blank."

Diana found this a little strange, but before she could voice it, she felt a sharp prick and withdrew her hand hastily.

Alfred seeing this, walked up to the Amazon – when Diana held up her hand, he saw a trickle of blood run down her finger.

She brought her finger up to her mouth while seeing that all along the flowers' stems were thick yellowish-green thorns – they were also larger than average. She withdrew her finger – the wound had instantly healed itself thanks to her meta-human abilities, but her finger felt strange, jolted.

"Oh my… those look rather nasty, don't they?" Alfred commented and then looked at her, frowning. "…Are you alright?" He must have noticed she looked a little paler than usual.

Diana dropped her hand to her side. "It stung, but-" she began before suddenly feeling lightheaded. It wasn't unlike the other times, but this… felt substantially different all the same.

"Miss Diana?"

"I… I think I need to go lay down." she admitted.

Alfred looked at her in surprise. "Do you need me to get you anything?" he asked.

"No… thank you, Alfred." She said, making her way towards the stairs.

"Please don't hesitate to call me if you do." He said after her, watching her leave.

When she had disappeared upstairs, Alfred looked at the roses one last time before turning around and walked back the same way he came in.

Later that Evening…

They had received the tip from an informant a few days ago that a large shipment of drugs getting ready to be distributed all throughout the city.

Peering down through one of the warehouse's dirty skylights, Robin barely looked up or around when he heard the soft thud of boots touching down on the roof behind him.

"How many are there?" Wonder Woman asked quietly, approaching the younger hero.

The whole situation wasn't new to Robin, he's been in several similar drug-busts like this one before, the only difference was that it would be his first without Batman, who was elsewhere preoccupied that evening.

Robin still didn't look up as she walked up next him. "So far, there's about six on the ground, might be more but they're just the one doing the unpacking. The ones you might want to look out for is that guy," he said pointing at a bald man standing over at a large black truck with a shotgun in his hands, "and those two." He then pointed to two men standing on metal decks overlooking the entire operation with handguns.

Wonder Woman nodded silently as she looked to where he was indicating. But as she stood at his side, Robin couldn't help, as he glanced sideways, but to notice the dark patch underneath Diana's eyes like she hasn't been sleeping properly.

"Uh… hey, are you… feeling okay?" he asked hesitantly.

Diana rolled her eyes. "Why does everyone keep asking me that?" she asked irritably. "I feel fine. Focus on the mission instead."

Robin blinked at her uncertainly, a little startled. "Alright then…" he said and turned his attention back to the scene below. "I already called the police. They should be here soon, but in the meanwhile I think we should take these guys out first."

"Agreed."

"Less chance of somebody else getting hurt, right?"

"Right."

"I'll handle those two with the guns first." Robin said, stepping back. "If we want to do this effectively, we should try and be as-" However, just before he could finish his sentence, he looked to his side to see that the Amazon princess wasn't standing there anymore.

The next thing Robin knew, there was the sound of glass breaking loudly followed by lots of cursing and gunfire – there was a large hole in the skylight and flashes coming from inside.

"-subtle as possible…" He finished, facepalming. "Or, we can do it your way, that works too."

Robin sighed before taking out his grapnel gun, shot at the edge of the roof and lowered himself down into the fray.

The thugs stood no chance. They were caught off-guard, too slow to react when Diana came crashing in. She'd already taken out two of the men and was busy with a third before they reacted, coming at her with knives drawn, one even had a crowbar.

Not that that would help against her in any way, of course.

Meanwhile, out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Robin lowering himself from the rood and dropped down, completely unnoticed by either of the gunmen on the upper deck who was refraining from openly firing at her lest they hit one of their own.

As he snuck up on them, he kept low and got something out of his utility belt and then threw it at their feet, heavy black hazes rising up instantly – the men called out in surprise, but there were cut short and replaced with crude swearing and the sound of a fight.

Then, it happened – it was a sickening combination of her now all too regular pangs of nausea coupled with vertigo and a splitting headache, and for a moment, her vision became disoriented.

Her fighting stance faltered slightly as she tried shaking off the dreadful sensation

Not now, she inwardly begged herself, shutting her eyes briefly. Merciful Hera, any time but now.

When she regained some of her sense, Diana's attention quickly returned to her own fight when a thug tried to come at her from the side with a knife. That didn't quite work out so well as, when he took a swing at her, Diana caught him by the wrist.

He tried to struggle, but what little effort he put up was in vain in her steel grip, Diana then relieved him from his knife before driving her elbow into his stomach. As he stumbled back, Diana swirled around, round-house kicking him against the side of his head.

From the deck, one of the gunmen fell over the railings and into a pile of crates while the other man was lying at Robin's feet in a foetal position, groaning in pain.

The Boy Wonder then, with definite acrobatic grace, jumped off the deck, landing catlike on his feet. When one of the thugs, twice, maybe three times his side, came at him, he pulled out his retractable bo staff and swept the man's feet out from under him.

As Robin was busy dealing with yet another man, Diana heard a loud, metallic clicking sound. She looked up and saw the remaining gunman standing at the truck loading his shotgun.

Right before he could take aim, Diana had shot over to him and crushed the barrel of the gun in her hands, bending it downwards and delivered a swift punch to the man's face, promptly knocking him out cold.

As he sunk to the ground in a crumpled heap, the vertigo came back with a vengeance and Diana had to steady herself by clutching at the side of the black truck in front of her.

No… no, this… this was different, definitely not like the other times. Her hands were trembling and clammy, her heart was beating in her ears and in her throat and, for some reason, the sounds around her were starting to sound more and more like static gibberish.

Looking over her shoulder, Diana saw Robin busy finishing off the last thug.

Surely he would be fine on his own? It was the last of them, after all. She reasoned. It was against her nature to walk away from a fight, but under the circumstances, and as far as a sense of Amazonian's pride went, she couldn't care less.

Robin skilfully avoided every swing taken at him, using his staff to block and deflect the blows dealt in his direction – his opponent was big, sure, but he was clumsy and his punches were flimsy and ill aimed. He left so many openings, Robin took him down in minutes.

When every one of the thugs were taken care of, Robin smiled slightly. Not too bad for… oh, ten minutes? It wasn't exactly how he had anticipated the bust to go, but not bad. And as if on cue, he heard police sirens in the distance, barely a few blocks away.

Robin nodded to himself. Perfect, now he and Diana could-

Wait a minute. Robin looked around, his posture stiffening slightly when he saw no trace of the Amazon anywhere. "Wonder Woman?"

Meanwhile…

Batman cut off the engines as he pulled up in front of a large, rusted gate, beyond which there was a desolated driveway leading up to a large building made entire of glass and covered with ivy and moss. He was on the very opposite end of Gotham, where the city stopped and where the woods take its place and stretch on for miles.

This was the address on the card, and, somehow, he wasn't overly surprised at the location.

Climbing out of the Batmobile, Batman strode over to the gate. On the wall, he could make out a small bronze plaque on which simply stood 'Neo Eden'.

It was there where he would find the answers and put his case to rest – he already had a good idea what was going on, what needed to be done needed to be done, but making sure of the facts never hurt anybody did it?

Yeah, right… he didn't think so either.

Elsewhere…

Diana wasn't sure how she even got outside, but when she regained some form of sense, she saw she was standing in some narrow alleyway.

The communicator in her ear then went off. "Wonder Woman. Diana, come in, Diana." Robin's voice rang in her ears.

Diana ripped the small device out of her ear and crushed it in her hands before throwing it to the ground.

Robin swore under his breath when the line on the other end of his communicator abruptly went dead. Why wasn't she answering him? He'd been on patrol with Diana before, she may have had a different way of doing things from Batman, but she never just went off on her own without at least giving him a heads-up.

He was really starting to get worried – he'd left the warehouse as soon as the police had arrived and was now standing on an nearby rooftop.

Again getting out his grapnel gun and aimed it at the nearest tallest building before swinging off.

She couldn't have gone too far, he reasoned. He would just have to go out and look for her, he meant what he said to her earlier, she really didn't look good. Come to think of it, she's been looking sick for a while now, she's been a little more temperamental too, he wondered if Bruce noticed it as well…

Robin's thoughts however, where then pulled back to reality when he heard something crashing in one of the nearby alleyways.

Every sight and sound was nothing but a jumbled mixture of sensations all hitting her at once – nothing was normal, images were warped and distorted, colours too bright to be real, and there was an incessant buzzing that just didn't want to go away.

She'd walked into something by accident and knocked it over, a trashcan most probably. She took several steps back and shut her eyes again.

It felt like she was going crazy and sick all at the same time.

And why wouldn't the buzzing just stop?

"Diana?"

Diana almost didn't hear it. But, when she turned around, she froze.

When Robin found Diana, the Amazon was muttering to herself, saying things like "make it stop" or "go away" over and over again.

"Diana?"

Diana slowly turned around, but when she did, her entire posture grew ridged. And why was she looking at him like that?

"Beast…" he heard her mutter.

Say what?

"Huh?"

Robin's eyes widened considerably when Diana squared her shoulders and fully turned her body towards him, half-crouching down like she was getting ready to attack him.

Which she did.

"Oh crap."

Sherlock Holmes:
Temperance, inverted. A woman who has recently taken comfort in drink. From what does she wish to hide, from what does she seek solace?
Madam Simza Heron:
A man making a fool of himself?
Sherlock Holmes:
Ah yes the Fool. Someone has been led astray, involved in something without her knowledge.
Madam Simza Heron:
Not bad, but you have to do better. I need to see it in your eyes.
Sherlock Holmes:
I can do better. The Two of Cups! A powerful bond. A brother and sister perhaps? Yes, and I see a name! It's... Rene.
Madam Simza Heron:
What do you want?
Sherlock Holmes:
The Devil.

- Sherlock Holmes: A Game of Shadows

A/N: Hallelujah… finally done! I hope this is at least somewhat decent – again, I'm so sorry for the long wait! But I am going to ask for you to wait a little longer before I update again – I'm writing 3 tests in the next 2 weeks and I still have to read the whole of Charles Dickens' A Tale of Two Cities, ugh :( – if it weren't for my writing, I'd probably have already killed myself by now… or reconsider the prospects of marrying rich.

Two things worth mentioning:
– Batman is multilingual, I did the research so I can prove this, personally, I do believe he would pull out the foreign word here and there just to mess with people, most likely, with the Flash or Superman (I would). Translation: 'Good afternoon, who am I speaking to?'
– Again, I did the research, Wonder Woman is vulnerable to piercings and sharp projectiles, hence, the bullet-proof bracelets, so I think it's perfectly logical that thorns can hurt her too.

Special shout-out to Delta808th – I'm so sorry for keeping you waiting, thank you for your PMs, I hope you were satisfied with this chapter :)

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Guest: Sorry! I will try updating again ASAP!
B1udman: Your love for my story both delights and concerns me… just a teeny, tiny bit… that's all I'm saying…
yob3: Thank you as well for your help! Also, I haven't seen many other Batman movies except for Nolan's trilogy and the 80's Batman Returns – personally, I'm not really all that impressed with the latter.
The Great Unknown: I'm sorry if there isn't as many baddies in here, I hope this chapter made up for the lack of action so far? There will be more next chapter. Anyway, also, thank you so much for being this story's 100th reviewer – I swear, I was grinning like an idiot when I saw the number on my stats. Seriously means a lot to me.
Guest (2): Yes, he is indeed going to have his hands full… also, thank you for pointing out the thing about the guests, I sort of neglected that part in my planning. As for the Amazons… you'll see them when you see them… it's gonna be awesome :)
bmwwfan (Guest): I humbly ask for forgiveness – honestly, this should not have taken me so long. Thank you for reading, though!
Analadybug: What do you think ;) I'm flattered that you liked both this and my other story, though honestly there's always room for improvement regarding my writing (just ask my beta-reader). I hope you enjoyed this chapter, and I'll promise to update my new story, The Swap, soon!
anon12: Wow… enthusiastic, aren't we? Lol, sorry for the long wait! Thanks for reading!

Okay, wow… lots of reviews… that's AWESOME!

Now, I'm going to go study (I have a test on Monday!) and read my awfully, awfully boring 300-something-page book from some equally boring dead guy. Wish me luck my friends! Oh, and please be kind a leave a review? I'd love to hear feedback!

Until next time,
GoddessofDawn, out!