Wayne, Bruce Wayne ( BATMAN-DCAU AU)

by gameboy5432

Bruce had not been born with the wisdom and knowledge he had now, but even so he regretted his youthful folly as when he was 16 after he left Zatara and Zatanna for Japan but before studying there he decided to invest on his future public persona as a useless trust fund brat by producing, financing and starring in an ego trip of a movie that had all the makings of a colossal disast

12. Chapter 12

When the Princess is away Part III

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The dim light of the temple was tinged with a growing sense of unease. As night descended, the Amazons and goddesses stood vigilant, knowing that their work was far from over. Bruce Wayne—Batman—had nearly succeeded in tracing their scrying magic.

Now, they had to assume he would continue his attempts, perhaps even mounting an offense against their surveillance. The warrior instincts of the Amazons were sharpened, and even the goddesses were not immune to the quiet tension building in the sacred space.

Hippolyta stood at the edge of the scrying pool, her fingers resting lightly on its rim. "He will try again," she said, her voice calm but determined.

"Of course he will," Artemis of thr Amazons replied, her arms crossed. "He's not the type to leave a mystery unsolved, especially one involving magic."

The Goddess Athena stepped forward, her brow furrowed in contemplation. "He is a strategist, as we have seen. His mind works like a puzzle. If he knows that we can watch him, he will view it as a threat and will not rest until he neutralizes it."

"Then we must be ready," Hippolyta said. "No mortal can best the magic of Themyscira. We will strengthen the wards, and if he dares try again, we will meet him with the full force of our power."

As if on cue, the scrying pool rippled again, a faint glow signaling that the Batcomputer's systems were attempting to re-establish a connection.

Whatever countermeasure Bruce had activated earlier, it was still in play, and now, its presence could be felt like an invisible thread, tugging at the veil between the mortal world and the Amazonian magic.

"He's trying again," Audrey observed, her eyes wide with both awe and concern.

"It's incredible he's not backing down."

Donna, standing beside her, clenched her fists. "He doesn't know when to quit."

The air around the scrying pool began to hum with energy, the ancient magic of Themyscira responding to the intrusion.

Athena moved swiftly, her hands glowing with divine power as she reinforced the wards surrounding the pool. Artemis, always the warrior, gripped her spear tightly, ready for any sign that this battle might require more than just magic.

"Mother we can't just keep blocking him. We have to stop him from ever attempting this again!".

Hippolyta's eyes remained on the shimmering pool. "We will. But we must understand how far he is willing to go. For now, we hold our ground."

Suddenly, the pool flashed violently, its waters churning as the Batcomputer's algorithms pushed against the Amazonian defenses. Bruce was relentless, using every resource at his disposal to breach the magical barrier and trace the origin of the scrying. Streams of code and encrypted data appeared briefly within the pool, flickering and vanishing as the Amazonian magic resisted.

"He's adapted," Athena said, her voice edged with respect.

"He's no longer just trying to block us. He's using technology to map the magical energy, to isolate its source."

Hippolyta's face hardened. "Then we meet him with strength."

With a single gesture, Hippolyta summoned the full might of Themyscira's ancient magic. The temple trembled as the power of the island surged into the scrying pool, reinforcing the wards with layers of enchantments dating back millennia. Bruce's attempts to trace them faltered for a moment, his connection wavering under the weight of the Amazonian magic.

But then, to the amazement of everyone present, the pool began to glow brighter once again. Despite the vast magical power arrayed against him, Bruce was still fighting back. His mind, his technology, and his indomitable will were working in perfect harmony, exploiting every crack, every minor fluctuation in the magical defenses.

"He's relentless," Artemis said, her voice filled with something close to admiration.

"Of course he is," Hippolyta replied. "That's why he's dangerous."

Suddenly, a new sound echoed through the temple—the unmistakable beep of the Batcomputer's encrypted communications. The scrying pool flickered again, but this time, the image that formed was clearer than before. Bruce's face appeared, his eyes sharp beneath the cowl. He had succeeded in partially re-establishing a connection, though he had not yet fully traced the source.

But what he had managed to do was just as concerning.

The Batcomputer's screens reflected in the scrying pool, showing intricate maps of energy readings, patterns of magic that he had begun to decipher. Though he hadn't located Themyscira itself, he was dangerously close to understanding the magic that protected it.

"We need to sever the connection," Donna said urgently, looking to Hippolyta.

"No," Hippolyta replied. "If we do that, he will only try again, more determined than before."

Athena stepped forward, her eyes glowing with divine light.

"Then we will turn his own tactics against him."

She raised her hands, and the air around the pool shimmered with divine power. Slowly, the image of the Batcave began to fade, but not as a result of Bruce's countermeasures. Instead, Athena was reshaping the magic, creating a false image—a trap for the Dark Knight.

"He thinks he's making progress," Athena said, her voice calm but edged with determination. "Let him believe that. We will feed him false data, lead him down a path that will keep him occupied."

Hippolyta nodded. "A diversion. But will it hold?"

"For a time," Athena replied. "But eventually, he will see through it."

"Then we make sure that by the time he does, we are ready," Artemis said, gripping her spear more tightly. "If he wants a battle, we'll give him one."

The scrying pool flickered once more, the false data taking root in Bruce's systems. For now, it seemed to be working. The image of the Batcave faded entirely, leaving only the calm surface of the pool. But the tension in the air remained. The Amazons knew that this was only a temporary victory.

"He will keep coming," Audrey said, her voice quiet but steady. "He won't stop until he knows the truth."

"And we will be ready," Hippolyta said, her voice strong and resolute. "He may be the Batman, but he is not invincible. We are the Amazons. We have faced gods, monsters, and the forces of the world. One man, no matter how skilled, will not best us."

Athena lowered her hands, the last traces of divine energy fading from the air. "But we must not underestimate him. He is a mortal, yes, but his mind is sharp, perhaps sharper than any we have faced."

"And what of Diana?She trusts him." Donna asked.

"That trust will be tested," Hippolyta replied.

"But for now, she must not know of this. Not until we are sure of where Bruce Wayne stands." She added.

The temple fell silent again, the calm before the storm. The Amazons and goddesses knew that the night was far from over. Bruce Wayne—Batman—would not rest. He would continue his pursuit, continue to unravel the mysteries of Themyscira.

But as long as they stood together, united in their purpose, the Amazons would be ready. Ready for whatever came next.