You probably aren't reading this if you don't already know, but just a reminder: Batman is Bruce Wayne. I set up a poll to see who you think should train her; I already have a couple plot options set up, so be sure to vote for your favorite!
"Uh... yeah, now give me your- " I grew tired of his demands and knocked him out against the wall with a flick of my wrist. I turned to see if the portal was still open; of course not, but always good to check.
"Gotham. The worst city in the D.C. Earth is where I end up," I sighed, wondering what other indignities I would have to endure tonight.
"Uh, are you all right, Miss?" I whirled to see a man in a black suit of smooth armor stepping out from the shadows. I narrowed my eyes, taking in his muscular build and the slightly lighter figure on his chest... right.
"I take it you're the Batman?" I sighed.
He nodded and gestured to the attempted robber, "How did you do that?"
"I suspect you already know that answer; you've been around mutants before," his knitted brow reminded me. "Oh, right, sorry; you call them meta-humans, right?"
"What brings you to Gotham? I haven't seen you around before," Bruce eyed me suspiciously. There was something about his eyes, a dangerous glint. "I said, what brings you to my town."
This was very different from the Batman I knew; far more dangerous, and there was something about him that just felt... off, "Portal. I accidentally fell through one and ended up here." Technically, that was true; I had just walked through another portal on the way.
"What sector?" I cocked my head, trying to remember what on earth he was talking about. "What sector of the universe do you come from?"
It hit me he was probably talking about the Lantern divisions. I quickly reviewed the ones in my head, but all of them were probably well-known and -travelled at this point. That is, if John Stewart was Earth's Green Lantern, "Who is the Green Lantern of this sector? Perhaps this matter would best be cleared up with him."
Bruce narrowed his eyes and threw me against the wall. I yelped in surprise; there was definitely something wrong. "I'll be asking the questions here," he growled.
"666," I gasped in shock. "I'm from Sector 666." That was the site of the manhunter massacre and was home to several humanoid species. While remote, it was within reason that I could be using an inter-galactic translator.
"Okay," Bruce let me go, and I took a couple steps away from him. "I'll call your Green Lantern and tell him to come get you. It looks like the portal's gone, so you can stay with me until he gets here." I sighed in relief; it would take Morro at least three months to get here since Hal Jordan had the only... wait, what if this wasn't the same timeline I thought I was on? Bruce probably would have substantial defenses from his run-ins with tele- and em-paths, so I couldn't exactly probe his mind without his knowledge. A quick scan could probably do it, but "You're awefully quiet. What planet do you come from?"
The question caught me a little off guard, but at least there wasn't as much venom in his voice. I considered the question carefully, but there was no good answer, "I'd rather not say. Both sides of your reputation carry even to my sector, and I would rather keep my past to myself."
"And how did you learn English? Inter-galactic communicators are expensive and rare; practically non-existent in Sector 666," I groaned inwardly. Sector 666 was perhaps too remote for my situation.
"I know people," I shrugged nonchalantly. He narrowed his eyes, but we stayed quiet for the rest of the drive. I couldn't see anything outside the Batmobile back seat windows, so at least I didn't have to wear a blindfold. Of course, I already knew where we were heading and familiarized myself with the despicable, sewer stench of the city. The choking odors were occasionally broken by the scent of fear, blood, or sweet bread.
I felt the distinct jolt of going from the paved road onto dirt and realized we were almost there. When the vehicle finally stopped, Bruce extended a hand to help me out, but I gently pushed it aside and overextended my legs, eager to see if the comics... oh, Thor! The comics could not do it justice; no words could. To call it a cave would be an insult; the vast caverns were fully decorated with artifacts, lush carpets, and intricate railings. Monitors spread in a semi-circle around a dark swivel chair with a small, rough cushion. Two beds sat by the monitors, separated by a thin, blue-and-white plaid curtain. Lining the walls were glass cases containing weapons, artifacts, and "trophies" from various captures. Three tall cases in particular caught my attention; one was devoid of anything but a body frame, about the size of Bruce, the second was a little shorter and held a bright red, gold, and green costume with an "R" stitched onto the left censored. The third and smallest held a similar suit that was clearly intended for a petite girl's frame. I flinched when I saw faded splotches of crimson on the Robin suit, realizing I came shortly after Jason's death. "That explains a lot," I muttered under my breathe.
"Explains what, exactly," I jumped at Bruce's voice right behind me. I whirled around, wings threatening to flare at the potential danger.
I sighed, "Well, now that we're inside the batcave at Wayne Manor, might as well tell you the whole - well, at least most - of the story, Bruce." He did a double-take and looked ready to kill me. I stood my ground, despite the confirmation that Bruce was at the most unstable, bordering psychotic point in his life. I quickly outlined what I was and my journey here. I added that I had read numerous comics and literature and watched several tv shows and movies to understand something about any alternate universe I might come to next. I even showed him the comics, although it appeared that only one had remained as D.C., the others had changed into "Marvel" comics about the X-men. "This," I flipped to the remaining D.C. comic. "is the last comic I purchased before crossing over. I had only just finished reading it when I crossed over, so that must somehow relate to the exact timeline and point on the timeline that I arrived in." I flipped to the last page, revealing Bruce kneeling over the charred remains of Jason.
"So, what happens now?" Bruce sighed, collapsing into a swivel chair by his monitors.
I considered the question for a moment, "In the 'Marvel' universe, I fine-tuned flying and other special skills at Charles' school. Perhaps I could find a tutor here to work on combat without my abilities."
Bruce looked up in surprise, "Why not with your abilities?"
"Well," I hesitated. "If I've learned anything in the past few weeks, it's that I could end up anywhere at any time. It's not far from the realm of possibility that one day I will end up in a world where I cannot use my abilities from convenience or the safety of me and/or others. At the moment, I rely on my telepathic connections and telekinesis to get myself out of most situations. When those do not work, I transform. I would be dreadfully unprepared if I suddenly found myself unable to use such abilities."
Bruce nodded thoughtfully, "I'll get in touch with a few colleagues, see if they'd be interested. In the meantime, you can stay here while I start the training process." He tossed me a dagger and pulled an old sword from its sheath on a nearby stand.