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Batman: World Of the Amazons

Chapter 4: Imprisonment

*Flashback on Batman's Original World*

Themyscira- Deep below the surface, the Justice League was fighting to stop Hades' release due to Felix Faust's actions.

Batman saw Diana pulling at the key. Electricity surged through her body as she screamed in pain. Queen Hippolyta was fighting with Hades and keeping him busy. He didn't see as Diana freed the key from its place and smashed it on the ground with one strong slam.

The resulting explosion released a light and a vacuum force that seemed determined to drag Hades, and everything else into Tartarus.

Hades turned in anger at Diana, "NOO!" He screamed.

At this distraction the queen was able to swing her sword up across his chest, slicing deep and forcing the god off balance.

"ARGGH! No, I won't go back there!" He screamed at his former lover.

"It's not your choice." Hippolyta said with a cold stare, before delivering a kick to his face that weakened him enough so that he started to be dragged towards the doorway.

Meanwhile, Wonder Woman was trying to hold on against the power of the portal but she was losing ground. For every step she took she was being dragged back two, the large doorway getting closer and closer.

Suddenly she saw a black rope flying towards her, she looked back in shock as she saw Batman had his feet up and braced against a fallen column and had fired one of his grappling lines to the island's princess.

As the line whipped back and forth through the air Diana somehow caught it just as she lost her footing and was sucked into the air. Batman lurched forward at the weight and force on the line but kept himself solid as he grunted in frustration from the effort.

He looked at her and shouted, "Don't you let go!" She gave him a smile and nodded, beginning to climb up the rope.

On this day though, on this Earth, the Fates were not there for Diana.

Hades had been dragged back towards the portal but somehow he had been brought right next Wonder Woman. With the last of his strength, the desperate god jumped and also grabbed a hold of the line.

"UGGH!" Batman was pulled off the column he was supporting himself on, flying forward twenty feet before he collided chest first with another one. He could feel three of his ribs crack from the impact and he could feel his grip loosening. He couldn't hold them. It was a fantastic feat that he had held them as long as he already had. The portal strength was now even stronger and the resulting force had caved in the other sections of the cave, the rest of the league and the queen couldn't have helped even if they wanted.

Diana was fighting with Hades as they both clung to the line. Diana punched and kicked at the god who was responding with his own punches and kicks.

Fate was not there for Diana. No one could have expected at that moment that a loose sword in the debris would be sucked into the air. It flew fast and as it passed over the two fighting individuals, Hades god-reflexes picked out the sword. He knew then what to do. Without hesitation he grabbed the sword out of the air and pressed his attack.

Batman could only watch as Wonder Woman defended against the god. She deflected two strikes with her free arm's bracelet. She knew she had to get him off, with a well timed kick she struck Hades across the head so hard his grip completely let go of the line.

Batman could only watch in horror though as at that exact moment Diana had left herself open to attack. As Hades let go of the line the swords blade penetrated straight through the princess's stomach and out of her back.

"NOOOOO!" Batman yelled.

"AIGHH!" Diana screamed in pain.

Hades was laughing as he was dragged back through the portal. He hadn't won his freedom. But at least he knew he had taken something from these heroes as well.

The doors closed with a BOOM! As they shut, Diana's still body fell to the ground. Her reflexes had kept hold of the line, but there was no telling what that meant for her condition.

The dust was still settling as Batman got to his feet. He groaned in pain as he held his side and limped as fast as he could towards the princess.

"Wonder Woman! Wonder Woman! Diana!" Batman shouted as he approached her. She gave no response though.

Batman fell to his knees when he got to her. He pulled her body over and into his lap softy. Diana's eyes opened weakly at the contact. Blood was seeping out fast. Too fast.

She looked scared. Pale. Confused. Then her eyes focused on Batman. She gave a weak smile, "I…didn't let...go" She whispered out.

Batman was nodding encouragingly with a small, sad smile, "I know, you did great. You saved your home princess."

Diana's face relaxed a little bit at his words, "And…*cough*...you saved me. The hero without... Powers. The Batman." She laughed slightly at her own words. Her eyebrows knit together in thought, "You know...I think…you're the only one who *cough* ca...calls m...me that, princess."

Batman knew he was covered in her blood. Too much blood. He could hear her speech slowing down. On one of his random, strange impulses, he reached up and removed his cowl, revealing his bare, cut up face. "Diana," he whispered, "My name...is Bruce."

The princess was struggling but she focused her eyes on his face. It was one of the most handsome faces she had ever seen, and she also recognized it. Even through the pain she couldn't help but laugh weakly. It broke Bruce's heart to hear her laugh like that.

"Bruce...Wayne? I hated...hehe…*cough* him since I read about him. The playboy, wom...womanizing...super*cough*hero huh?"

Diana tried to lift her hand to Bruce's face but halfway up her strength failed her, Bruce caught it though and held it up against his cheek. It was cold. He shook his head with a small smile, "No, not Bruce Wayne. Just Bruce."

Diana smiled up at him but she looked scared, "I...I had so..so much I wanted to… to d..d..do still." She had tears in her eyes, "I wi...ish we could ha...ave got...ten to kn...kno, know each other, bu..buh...better, Bruce." She whispered to him.

Bruce could feel his breath catching in his throat. Tears were being kept back from sheer willpower and he had to stop himself from losing it. "I know princess, me too."

Diana's eyes were half lidded now, "There is...one more thing...I can...try…." she whispered.

With the last of her strength she pulled herself up and pulled Bruce down and met his lips with a kiss. It wasn't deep, or passionate. Not a kiss of lovers, but instead it was charged with different emotions. It was a hint, a tease, at possible future feelings that could never be now. The door was closing on them as colleagues and friends, but they both got to look through the keyhole and see the potential of their relationship. Their lips just lightly brushed against each other.

As Diana ended the kiss her breath came out as a sigh. Her eyes still closed from the kiss and the smallest hint of a smile on her face. And with that, the Wonder Woman was dead.

The whole, excruciating ordeal was over in a minute, but for Bruce, it was another lifetime. Just like with his parents. His grip was soft as he held Diana's body close.

"No…," He whispered, "No, NO, NO, NO!" His whispers becoming a shout.

"Di...Diana...!"

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"...DIANA!" Bruce woke from his sleep with a shout. A cold sweat over his body as he re-lived the worst memory he had besides his parents murder. He rubbed his face in his hands. That was 8 years ago he reminded himself. 8 years. It was 5 years ago when he had stopped having that Nightmare. With all the excitement going on lately though, Bruce knew that Diana would be on his mind a lot more.

He grimaced a little bit. Not the same Diana though.

Finally, with his head clear he began to look around the room. It was obviously a prison cell, but it had a full bed, a bath, a desk, some books, and a side room that looked like a small, personal training area, with different assorted weapons on the wall. Eve a small forge was located in one corner.

There was a window as well but it might as well have been the entire wall. Glass with iron bars criss crossing made up a large portion of the outer wall. Bruce could see out over a field and a river. The other main wall was also a mix of glass and iron caging. Four guards were posted outside this wall, they were all staring at him intently.

Bruce remembered also that his cowl had been removed. He was left standing in his armor without the headpiece. Just didn't give off the same menacing appearance.

The lead guard stepped up to the glass.

"I am Pleione. I was to give you a message once you awoke."

Bruce rolled his eyes and nodded his head curtly at her. Then he proceeded to start removing his costume. It was hot and bright in this city, and his identity had already been compromised. No need to try and keep up with the bat persona. He removed his cape and began to take off the ripped up top pieces as Pleione spoke.

"Our Majesty, the Queen, has decreed that you will fight in the next games. You have been given a warriors chambers for now to train and prepare. The games will be in two weeks." The guard concluded.

Bruce whipped his head up, "Two Weeks! I'm stuck in here for two weeks!?"

He was now shirtless. Two of the guards were eyeing the man's body. It wasn't often that men had such impressive physiques. Their slave's diet was meager and they didn't exercise nearly enough to gain substantial muscle mass. As a result, this newcomer looked like a veritable god when compared to the usual men.

Pleione continued, "The queen has provided any materials you might need to prepare for the games. I would put them to good use…" The woman trailed off, like she had something else to say, something not on the agenda, "Man...You spoke the Queen's name earlier…"

Bruce was annoyed at his situation, he snapped back, "Yes. Queen Diana! What of it!""

The guards didn't react to his tone but flinched when he said her name again. One of the other guards became so angry she turned red.

"You swine! How dare you…"

"Helena!" Pleione interrupted sharply. The guard paused to look at Pleione and looked away sheepishly.

"Sorry, it is not my place." She stated sadly.

Pleione turned back to Bruce, who was analyzing them all with eyes of a trained detective. "No man has heard the Queen's name in almost 1000 years. It is one of our most sacred laws now."

Bruce knit his eyebrows together, deep in thought. The guards tried to question him more but he drowned them out. Two weeks, he thought. Better keep busy.

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For the next two weeks Bruce took the time to change his suit to work better in his new climate. He kept his pants and boots but also added light plate metal to protect his thighs from stabbing weapons. He removed the sleeves from his armor. The chest, ab, and back armor was intact so he only had to make some shoulder and plate armor to protect his upper arms. He was able to take the gauntlets from his suit though, still protecting his forearms and keeping the triple curved blades for attacks. The small forge in the corner of his room was just big enough for him to construct the armor he wanted.

The books that were available were in ancient Greek, although Bruce could read ancient Greek, he was rusty at it and the books were more like stories. Good at passing some time, but not productive for the dark knight.

He discovered on the second day what the glass window walls were for. Amazons out for their walks or their day would stroll past the cell and pause to look in. He was on display like some circus monkey. It made him angry, but there wasn't much he could do about it.

In between his meals and armor building Bruce spent most of his time training. With 127 martial arts under his belt it was rare that he had time to truly practice all of them. The other Amazons seemed especially interested when he practiced his martial arts. He figured that the Amazons must have conquered most of the world before modern martial art styles were truly developed fully.

He did like the windows though for one reason, the Amazons were able to see and hear him but the reverse was also true. Any time some Amazons walked past talking, he listened, trying to glean any information he could on the culture and history of this unfamiliar world.

Unfortunately though, most conversations were just regular day to day talk- where they were going, plans for the day, etc.

What he could determine though was that the city he was in was the capitol, and called New Hippolyta, though he wasn't allowed to say that name either. Not that it helped him with the geography. The whole world was different. A thousand years of differences meant that forest management, land exploitation, all of it was different. He did note that the air seemed cleaner, he always saw animals walking freely through the grounds, and crime seemed to not exist. In fact, the only negative seemed to be that all the men were treated as slaves. Yippee for him, a man.

His arrival had definitely excited the people though. While they treated men as slaves they were still regular women it seemed. Bruce had, on more than one occasion, heard some pretty risque comments from passing amazons about his figure. Luckily, he had gotten used to that kind of attention from his playboy persona. Though it was weird for him to hear those comments coupled at the same time with insults at him.

There was no need for that kind of playboy acting here, he had been laid bare since he got here, so he focused on his training and preparation. They brought him good food and he had plenty to do, so he figured he'd hold out on any plans of escape until the games. Plus, the imprisonment gave him plenty of time to regain his strength.

What he didn't expect though was the queen to come visit him.

It was at the end of his first week. Bruce was in the middle of his stretches and workout (it was important to keep his flexibility and strength up for his martial arts). When the queen arrived, Bruce's back was to her. He was balancing on one hand, his other arm out to the side and his legs at angles to keep his balance as he held the one-handed handstand. He knew someone had come to see him but he figured he'd wait until they spoke or he was done.

He moved through the motions slowly, switching the handstand to his other hand, then slowly lowering himself till he was still on one hand but his body was horizontal.

The queen observed in quiet interest. She was wondering how this man, who seemed so large and imposing, was moving with such strength and grace. As far as she knew, only Amazons, with the gifts of strength from the gods, could perform such feats. She had never seen such raw athletic ability in a man. She could clearly see every line of his back muscles as they shifted to take the weight for the different positions. She shook her head slightly in frustration.

As Bruce finished he sat on the ground panting for a second, Man, how does Dick make those moves look so easy. He thought to himself.

"Ahem..." Someone cleared their throat behind him

Bruce turned to finally address the person behind him. He was a little surprised when his mind processed the face in front of him.

"Diana." He said without hesitation.

The queen furrowed her brow in anger, "Don't call me that."

"Why, that's your name isn't it." Bruce responded with his own annoyed look.

"It's not a name for you to say!"

Bruce exhaled sharply in annoyance, he strode up to the window. The guards instinctively brought their weapons in preparation for anything. He was inches away from the queen, only the window separating them.

"Why are you here?" Bruce asked

Diana was taken aback by his bluntness, "Don't presume to ask me questions!"

"Oh, forgive me, your Highness." Bruce said with dripping sarcasm.

Diana bared her teeth in anger, "I'm Here. To ask more about your world." She said.

Bruce was quick with the response, "Set up an appointment without the guards, bars, and prison," he turned away and walked away from her, "Please see the receptionist on the way out."

"You will not…!"

"Goodbyeeee!"

Diana seethed for a moment but then huffed and strode out, more questions than answers.

The other guards stayed. Pleione had a small smirk at the exchange, two others looked afraid of what had just happened and Helene was fuming at him.

"You shouldn't provoke the queen like that, Man."

"My name is Bruce." He replied to the head guard.

"Haha, we usually just call men by their designated number."

Bruce was disgusted at that. They had even taken names away from their men.

Pleione continued, "She's been through a lot, you know, you could be nicer..."

Bruce turned with a glare so intense it shut up the guard.

"Everyone's been through something."

With that Bruce stopped the conversation and continued his training.

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The next time Diana came to visit him was at the end of the second week, the night before the games.

It was late, Bruce was sitting cross legged and meditating between some candles. He heard her approach even with his eyes closed. He could also tell it was just her. At this time of night too there was only one guard outside his cell. He listened as she dismissed the guard. Then it was just them.

He opened his eyes and regarded her, waiting for her to make the first move.

She seemed to be waiting on him too, but eventually his emotionless stare wore her nevers down, "Tell me why you wore that armor, the armor you arrived in."

Bruce just stared back, "No."

Diana flared her nostrils, "Then tell me about your life in your world."

"No."

The queen's temper was rising, "Then tell me about the Diana you know."

At this Bruce finally broke his eye contact with her, this time dropping his voice to a whisper, "...no."

"You stubborn man!" With this Diana punched the glass wall and it shattered, the iron bars bent in. Diana walked into the cell, "Tell me Something!"

Bruce kept his stoic look. "...My world is still what you call "Man's world." There is crime, war, poverty, and famine, but men are not slaves, women are getting more equality everyday, and there are heroes there that meet any villain or challenge that is a threat."

Diana paused and regarded him with her cold eyes, "And yet you have worse thoughts on this place.

Bruce nodded slowly, getting to his feet, standing at his height an inch or two taller than Diana. He turned his head to look out the the other dark window.

"This place doesn't have crime, no real poverty that I've seen, and the world is in a better state than mine, environmentally that is…"

The queen crossed her arms, "But…?"

Bruce turned to look her in the eye, "But at its core it seems this world is just you, holding everything tight and in control. You bullied the world into your own empire of timid subjects."

Diana was so mad, no one had ever made such a bold comment, without really thinking she punched bruce in the gut. Her Amazonian strength resulted in the Man flying back and hitting the wall.

"Unghh!"

Diana felt her anger, red hot, her cheeks flushed as she looked at the man.

"I can't wait to watch you die tomorrow. You've been nothing but an arrogant headache for me." Diana turned around, "I don't know WHY I decided to come here again." She shouted as she marched out of the room.

Bruce was holding his gut as the pain went through his body. Shit, he thought, That probably won't do me any favors.

He looked at his finished armor. Tomorrow was going to be interesting.

Chapter 4: Longer than I thought, originally had him starting the games in this chapter but decided to explore a bit more of his time in prison.

Sorry for the late update too, the holidays made me really lazy.

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