Author's Note: Please note that this chapter is a bit thicker than normal but not by much I assume.
As her consciousness returned from her traversal of the digital landscape, she thought about cyberspace and what security she encountered in the digital fortress's defenses.
At first, the sheer complexity of the digital world nearly overwhelmed her. The intricate networks of circuits and processors appeared as a maze of tangled threads. But as she delved deeper, Da Vinci's innate curiosity took hold.
Through her magic circuits, Da Vinci interfaced with the computers left behind by Batman, her consciousness merging seamlessly with the digital infrastructure. It was a sensation unlike anything she had experienced before.
As she navigated the inner workings of computers, Da Vinci's awe grew with each discovery. The intricate architecture of the machines, with their complex arrangements of circuits and components, spoke to her in a language of logic and precision. It was a language she understood intuitively, drawing upon her vast knowledge of mathematics, engineering, and beyond that the natural world.
The circuits and processors, while impressive, felt like they were waiting to be reimagined in the brilliance of her Renaissance mind.
Drawing upon her ingenuity and resourcefulness, Da Vinci began to reimagine computers in ways that surpassed their original design. She envisioned new materials and techniques using alchemy. Gold, silver, and platinum gave way to simpler and abundant substances—carbon in crystalline form.
A Optical Supercomputer using photonic crystals, born from alchemically manipulated for efficiency and elegance.
It would not only rival but surpass its predecessors in speed, durability, and environmental consciousness.
However, Da Vinci's ambitions didn't stop at hardware as it still needed energy. Power sources became the next focal point of her musings.
With a wave of her hand, she extended a bounded field.
Da Vinci's thoughts turned to the human interface. The possibility of neural connections replacing the analog of traditional computers through the expansion of consciousness through magic circuits.
She'd have to teach her Master's but he'd appreciate the benefits surely.
And how it would increase his computer's already formidable strength. She momentarily put the project to the side as recalled her actions further
To her consciousness at the time, these digital barriers were like magical wards, protecting the inner sanctum from intruders. "Packet filtering", akin to the delicate screening of minerals, determined which bits of data were allowed to enter or exit, based on predefined security rules.
The concept of antivirus software was intriguing. A digital formula designed to detect and purge malicious entities.
Unfolding the cryptic dance of numbers and symbols interwoven with complex mathematical operations.
Within the labyrinth of security protocols, she encountered 4 different encryptions, 52 different security subroutines, and 18-figure passwords. She had to accelerate her thoughts high enough to strain her spirit origin in order to overwhelm them instead of bypassing them to get to her goal.
Most people would have backed off by the sheer amount of effort and vehemence put into security but if she had let the dangers of her curiosity stop her, she would have never made it to the Throne.
It only made her pursuit even more enticing.
And what she found was...
In her mind's eye, Da Vinci painted an image of her Master as a protagonist – a modern-day knight battling not dragons, but the monstrous crimes that plague Gotham. The tales of serial killers, professional assassins, and global terrorist plots unfolded like chapters in an epic saga.
Before she could have her exploration reached its zenith, she encountered the electronic guardian - someone who fiercely defended the database. Da Vinci marveled at the near supernatural prowess of this defender, acknowledging that without her own conceptual abilities, such fortifications would have been insurmountable. Grateful for the privilege of knowledge, she left behind not only the copied information but also a meticulous improvement plan for the digital defenses. She wished for her Master and his allies to be secure, and for knowledge to be accessible only to them. She wanted to ensure that her work would never be lost or misused.
However, a moment of reflection swept her over.
Did she act too hastily?
...
In a flicker of resolution, she decided to make amends through her work and her presence, leaving an indelible mark on Batman's technological progress and mystical ability.
Da Vinci stood up from the computer center to begin work as an artist, crafting her contribution to both the modern of crime-fighting, blending the elegance of the Renaissance with the cutting-edge technology of the 21st century and making sure her Master got through this war to make use of it.
In the heart of the makeshift workshop, Da Vinci seamlessly re-integrated herself into the new digital network, now setting her sights on a very important next step – Leylines.
As she reviewed the data gleaned from the "Bat Tech" scanning technology left by her Master, a smirk tugged at her visage.
"Batcomputer," she chuckled to herself, finding a certain whimsy in the nomenclature.
Utilizing the knowledge she had extracted from Batman's advanced scans and satellite frequency readings, she commenced her foray into Fuyuki's mystical network. With another snort of amusement, Da Vinci began the process of cataloging and comparing the scans from the satellites with her own on-the-ground observations. Each leyline revealed its unique signature, a dance of magical currents waiting to be deciphered.
The Renaissance mind thrived on the challenge. Da Vinci felt a rush of excitement as she pieced together the puzzle. She knew she had made an invaluable discovery and she couldn't wait.
Leylines are the veins of the Earth, carrying the lifeblood of magical energy. Drawing on her innate understanding of the natural world, Da Vinci set out to create a comprehensive map of Fuyuki's leyline network.
The algorithm she had just devised wove together the data points gathered from the satellites and the on-site scans, gradually revealing the intricate patterns of Fuyuki's magical veins. With each passing moment, the leyline map took shape. She was amazed at the level of detail the map revealed. It was like a tapestry, with intricate threads and patterns intersecting and weaving together.
As she worked on this arcane cartography, Da Vinci's mind raced with possibilities. Leylines, to her, were not just conduits of mana; they were the key to winning the war... and uncovering more information on the workings of the World.
With a few deft metaphorical strokes, she left the thing on autopilot before she sought to enhance Batman's equipment.
Hopefully it will smooth some ruffled feathers.
She knew (hoped) that Batman would be appreciative of her efforts. She hoped it would show him that she was on his side, and that she was willing to do whatever was necessary to help him. She was determined to make it work.
Her alterations would be those of a maestro refining an instrument. She was determined to make sure the changes were subtle and effective.
Da Vinci would show that she was not merely an artist; she was a mage of the highest order and a master craftsman. She was careful to perfect everything, paying attention to even the smallest detail.
As Da Vinci meticulously examined the Batsuit and its accompanying arsenal, she marveled at the craftsmanship and ingenuity that went into each piece. The Nomex-lined suit, reinforced with triple kevlar weave cloth and segmented armored plating, was a marvel of modern engineering. The addition of photo-reactive pigments and an electric failsafe only added to its effectiveness. As she perused the utility belt and its contents, she found that he had dedication to his brand, even if she would suggest a bit of branching out.
The "Batsuit V. 10.08" stood before her, a marvel of modern engineering. But Da Vinci knew that there was always room for improvement. The Batsuit was waiting to be adorned with a ... "Renaissance" touch.
Utilizing her combination of magecraft and scientific/mechanical expertise, she began a detailed analysis of each component. With a brief but frequent pulse of mana, akin to advanced scanning techniques, she sought out flaws, corrected them with material alchemy, reinforced structures, and, true to her nature, enhanced the aesthetic already present. Drawing upon her vast knowledge of materials and design, she set out to enhance each component.
Which incidentally led her to a session of what could only be described as experimental seamstressing which resulted in the series of completely "revolutionary" fabrics that had been "generated" (really just a rearrangement of molecular structures and mana infused reinforcements on specifically the weakest points).
Files on experimental polymers or hyper advanced synthetics he had gained from the schematics from her foray into cyberspace she had made prototypes, all produced in incredible shades due to structural coloration rather than the use of pigments. It was an amazing production for such a short time, but she could only imagine what she would be capable of when she finished the upgrades or had proper facilities. She was confident that her research would yield even more remarkable results if she had access to the right resources.
The threads instantly shifted into a blinding crimson glow at the speed she was moving in remaking the armor. The intentionally drafty nature of the workshop was instantly forgotten as the heat from the accumulated energy spread through her body. A mist of steam from boiling sweat began to accumulate around in a way that would have left her desiccated if not for her supernatural nature. The suit itself acquired a new internal membrane for shock absorption and deception.
The glider, she decided, could be improved by utilizing an advanced form of memory cloth, granting it greater flexibility and maneuverability. The cowl, meanwhile, received a host of upgrades, including a transparent bullet-proof mask that also acted as respirator, ultrasound noise dampeners, and thought-based controls.
As she worked, Da Vinci used her magic circuits to analyze the molecular structure of each device, identifying any flaws and reinforcing them with material alchemy.
Da Vinci's enhancements weren't limited to the suit. The utility belt saw its capacity expanded from 42 gadgets to an impressive 140 using some well placed bounded fields. New additions included an improved EMP device, sonics, cryogenics, a grappling gun, and a handheld laser cutter.
But it was the last and most mysterious package kept in a secure container that piqued her curiosity the most. Sensing such an immense amount of magical energy emanating from within, one that wouldn't be out of place for something from the Age of Gods, Da Vinci couldn't resist the urge to investigate further.
As she reached out to touch the container, arcane writings and mana infused electricity discharged from it, shocking her to her core. Recoiling in surprise, Da Vinci was left staring at the glowing note that appeared before her, bearing the cryptic message: "Not yours. ZZ."
Despite the warning, Da Vinci's curiosity only grew stronger. She was determined to unlock the secrets hidden within the container, setting out on a quest to unravel its mysteries and uncover the truth behind its enigmatic origins.
Bruce Wayne lay in bed, his mind ablaze with feverish sensations that left him restless despite his desperate need for sleep. Needles seemed to prick his skin, and strange flows of movement pulsed through his body, akin to a heartbeat, yet devoid of any debilitating symptoms. Only the chill of winter prevented him from breaking into a sweat. Despite his exhaustion, he managed a full three hours of fitful rest, a significantly higher amount than what his sleep schedule typically allowed. In fact, he'd say he awoke feeling refreshed and energized, as if he hadn't just spent the past night in turmoil.
His respite was short-lived, interrupted by an urgent beeping from the custom pager, the number significy he needed to make a call to Oracle.
His mood was certainly for the worse from the fact that she sounded angry and panicked, explaining that someone had hacked into their network, setting off alarm bells across. He quickly asked for more details and promised to do what he could to help. He asked if she knew who was responsible for the attack and if she had any evidence.
Bruce's mind raced with possibilities, traversing the heights of extreme but controlled panic as he mentally cataloged potential adversaries. The Riddler and the Calculator were quickly dismissed based on their modus operandi, leaving him grasping for answers.
"Did they leave any clues, any calling cards?" Batman's voice was low and strained, betraying his underlying tension.
Barbara's response was swift and decisive. "They closed all security holes and even provided security program codes, basically mocking me in the process. But they made a rookie mistake—I was able to track the signal back to Fuyuki."
As she explained the process of how she tracked a computer signal, Bruce's thoughts raced ahead, connecting the dots with chilling clarity. The only possible access point to the Batcomputer was the satellite uplink he had left in the shipping container, a fact that led him to a startling revelation.
"It's Da Vinci," Batman muttered, his tone heavy with realization. "She's the only one with access to that uplink. But what does she want? What does she know?"
His mind spiraled into a paranoid frenzy, contemplating the extent of Da Vinci's potential knowledge and the implications of her intrusion. Yet, with a Herculean effort, he wrestled control over his thoughts, reminding himself that she only had access to what he had allowed to be stored in the Batcomputer's files.
With a grim determination, Bruce Wayne sprang into action, visiting numerous bank safety deposit in Fuyuki that he had prepared for just such emergencies. Inside, he found only portable computer equipment, carefully chosen to avoid any identifiable Bat-related items. He quickly gathered the necessary components, loaded them into a case, and left the bank. He then drove to a nearby warehouse he had quickly rented after paying an exorbitant amount and directly contacting the landlord, where he set up a makeshift command center.
At the rate he was going he would make good on his presentation to expand the Wayne name in Fuyuki.
He connected the computer equipment, and got to work. He connected the devices and uploaded all the backup and program files, which contained all the details of his investigation. He now had another access point to work from. He quickly shut down all the devices and made his way out of the bank.
He had to move quickly if he was to stay ahead.
From there, he embarked on a series of visits to various forms of real estate in Fuyuki, all under the guise of Bruce Wayne conducting business. In reality, each location was meticulously chosen as a potential safe house, ready to serve his needs for alternative bases after the shipping container was... compromised. He made sure to keep a low profile and to avoid any unnecessary contact. He also made sure to survey the area for any potential threats, as well as to check for any weaknesses in the security systems. Finally, he made sure to memorize the details of the locations he visited for future reference.
One base alone wouldn't be enough if he wanted to end this "War" quick and he had to worry about his own "Servant's" actions.
The recently tattooed hand burned for a brief moment at the thought before he quickly shut that idea out of his head.
No.
He'd wait and watch.
And hopefully Zatanna had something of possible use.
As Da Vinci stood before the enigmatic container, its aura pulsating with an unfathomable mystery that defied both her magecraft and scientific analysis, she couldn't help but feel a sense of frustration wash over her. Every attempt to scan the container was met with resistance, as if it were shrouded in a veil.
Her mind raced with possibilities, each more perplexing than the last. What could possibly be contained within this container that exuded an aura reminiscent of the age of gods? It was a puzzle that seemed to defy logic, and Da Vinci found herself captivated by the challenge it presented.
Yet, as she continued to struggle against the impenetrable barrier that surrounded the container, a realization began to dawn on her. Perhaps, she mused, the solution to this mystery lay not in her own efforts, but in the hands of its intended recipient—her Master.
With a sigh of resignation, Da Vinci reluctantly admitted … not defeat, but recognizing that further attempts to unravel the secrets of the container would only serve to diminish the very mystery that made it so intriguing in the first place. Instead, she resolved to bring the matter to her Master''s attention, trusting in him just to unlock its secrets.
It was certainly easier than if she just brute forced it. That wouldn't be her style anyway.
In the dimly lit room of the makeshift lab, Da Vinci found herself immersed in a cascade of thoughts and observations. The equipment Batman had sent her way, a mix of advanced technology and magical potential, lay spread across tables and workbenches. As she contemplated the upgrades she had made to the Batsuit and various gadgets, a nagging feeling crept into her mind—the suspicion that her Master might be avoiding her.
She pondered whether her enthusiasm for improvement had pushed him too far, too quickly. A tinge of regret lingered in her thoughts. To distract herself, Da Vinci delved into the files she had copied from the Batcomputer's network. Her mind swirled with possibilities and potential enhancements.
The algorithm she had initiated to map Fuyuki's leylines was taking longer than expected. She attributed the delay to the lack of comprehensive data. If only she had more information, the accuracy of her leyline map would undoubtedly increase. Yet, she hesitated to venture outside, considering the consequences if her Master returned and found her absent.
Sensing the steady flow of mana from her Master, Da Vinci assured herself that he was still alive and well. She marveled at the stability of his mana despite his apparent lack of overt magecraft skills. The question of whether he had mystical connections in his ancestry or was simply a fortunate first-generation magecraft user intrigued her.
With a mental shrug, Da Vinci contemplated the possibility of initiating Master-Servant telepathy if she grew too concerned. Her restless mind sought engagement, and she decided to inspect the copied files for amusement.
To her surprise and dismay, the files harbored a complex web of security systems. As she delved deeper, the very code within the files triggered a cascade of viruses. Each virus type unfolded like a sinister narrative.
There were file infector viruses, boot sector viruses, macro viruses, polymorphic viruses, stealth viruses, multipartite viruses, worms, and Trojan horses— All of these viruses are designed to disrupt computer systems and cause damage.
It was a digital last stand even if the system was breached.
It spoke of a worrying amount of paranoia about her Master.
The room seemed to pulse with a sense of urgency as Da Vinci, with a blend of magical and technological prowess, set out to counteract the impending threat. She was already deploying her expertise to intercept, neutralize, and eradicate invasive viruses.
As lines of arcane code flowed before her metaphysical eyes, Da Vinci's focus intensified. With a determined sigh, she set to work.
Bruce Wayne, in his new makeshift base of operations, found himself engrossed in the labyrinthine depths of the computer systems at his disposal. The air was tense with the low hum of machinery, and the ambient glow of computer screens cast an ethereal light on his concentrated features despite the lights already being on. Lines of code scrolled on the terminal, decrypting before his discerning eyes.
"Data connection established... Data decrypting... hmm," Bruce muttered to himself. The systems were his, regardless of the result of Da Vinci's enhancements, and thus provided him with a backdoor into ... a whole new world of information technology that could revolutionize his crime-fighting endeavors.
In the midst of his contemplation, a direct communication line jolted him from his musings. The sudden interruption drew his attention, and he swiftly redirected his focus toward the incoming transmission. The display flickered for a moment before Da Vinci's image materialized on the screen.
The connection was established, and Bruce Wayne, now masked behind a bandana and cap instead of a cowl, acknowledged the presence of his enigmatic companion. "Da Vinci," he greeted with a nod, the stern lines of his face hardening slightly. The dynamic between the Renaissance genius and the Dark Knight would be an unusual alliance.
"What can I do for you?" Batman inquired, somewhat sarcastically.
In the serene solitude of her workshop, Da Vinci took a moment to collect herself, her Mona Lisa smile masking the subtle undercurrents of frustration and curiosity that churned beneath the surface.
"So, is this all you've been up to while I've been hard at work?" she queried, her tone carrying the weight of her displeasure.
With a delicate balance of composure and passive-aggressiveness, she couldn't resist but question her Master's apparent lack of activity while she toiled away on their shared endeavor.
Meanwhile, in his clandestine base, Bruce Wayne, responded to Da Vinci's inquiry with a measured tone that bore the weight of unspoken tension as he was typing away stoically at the computer terminal in his secret base. He responded with a similar air of passive aggression. He typed quickly and with precision, not saying a word. What could be seen of Wayne's face remained expressionless, betraying nothing of what he might be thinking. Da Vinci waited for a response, knowing that it was coming.
"Setting up shop, Da Vinci. Looking at multiple areas to ensure our operations aren't compromised by outside factors," he retorted, his gaze momentarily fixed on the screen before him. "Oracle has been invaluable in aiding my computer security and information gathering," he added, intentionally obscuring Barbara Gordon's identity.
"Although, I must say, your unprompted stunt last night made their job quite difficult from the moment I left them out of sight."
Bruce, ever the master of misdirection, deftly deflected her inquiries, choosing instead to focus on the task at hand.
There was a pregnant pause as Da Vinci's silence hinted at a flicker of guilt, but Bruce swiftly redirected the conversation. "They'll be pleased to know, however, that those viruses and backdoors she helped design worked splendidly," he remarked. His tone was tinged with a note of satisfaction.
He swiftly navigated through the vast troves of information that Da Vinci had meticulously compiled, his mind racing with possibilities as he uncovered the significance of her discoveries.
In the hidden confines of her workshop, Da Vinci took a moment to collect herself. Breaking the silence with a hint of curiosity, Da Vinci quickly recovered and redirected the conversation. "Where are you, Master?" she inquired, her mind already scanning for expected fluctuations in the background electromagnetic signals to pinpoint his location.
The Renaissance "Man", ever recognizing the opportunity to demonstrate his own technical prowess, continued, "Using the same sub-wave system to hide your broadcast? Using an electromagnetic pulse medium to evade detection?" Her voice had a hint of surprise.
Bruce maintained his composure in his silence as Da Vinci, awed by a brief silence, couldn't help but admire his skill. Her bemusement was evident as she spoke. "Did you just figure it out to hide from me?" Da Vinci was impressed. "Wow," she said, "you have a gift."
While Da Vinci marveled at the hastily built sub-wave system, Bruce delved into the information she had been poring over—the algorithm designed to track and mark Fuyuki's leylines. His fingers, an extension of his analytical mind, flowed across the keys as he adjusted the program.
As the algorithm worked its magic, Bruce's realization struck like a bolt. "This is familiar," he muttered to himself. The locations mapped by Da Vinci corresponded to the known locations of Lazarus Pits—supernatural pools with rejuvenating properties. With this algorithm, combining mana frequencies, satellite imaging, and data points from known Lazarus Pits, he could not only complete the analysis of Fuyuki but track leyline connections globally.
As the pieces of the puzzle fell into place, Bruce's gaze narrowed with determination. The revelation that Fuyuki's ley lines intersected with the enigmatic locations of Lazarus Pits sent a chill down his spine, igniting a fire within him. With a sense of urgency to him, his fingers flew across the keyboard with practiced precision.
"The locations." I know them. All these correspond to the known locations of the Lazarus Pits."
Da Vinci's interest was piqued, her curiosity evident in her voice. "The Lazarus Pits?" she echoed, her mind racing to piece together the puzzle.
Bruce nodded, his gaze focused on the screen. "Yes. The head of the League of Assassins has utilized them for centuries to expand his lifespan. The substance that fills each pit originates from the Earth's crust and bubbles to the surface at specific points around the globe, typically at ley line junctions. It seems that the more sensitive files are still safe on the separate servers."
Bruce adjusted the program, integrating mana frequencies, satellite imaging, and data points from known Lazarus Pits. "With this algorithm," he explained, "we'll not only be able to finish the analysis of Fuyuki but track every ley line and its relation to the Lazarus Pits. And destroy them all."
Da Vinci's mind raced with possibilities as they delved deeper into the ley lines of Fuyuki. Their collaboration unlocked new avenues of exploration and discovery.
In tandem, they went over the leyline map of Fuyuki City. A magic circle materialized before their collective gaze. From the public database - Ryuudou Temple, Tohsaka Residence, Fuyuki Church, and Central Park—each location is etched with arcane significance.
In the midst of their analysis of Fuyuki's leyline network, Batman's keen mind sparked a question.
"You can hook yourself to that leyline, can't you?" he inquired, his tone laced with intrigue.
The leyline seemed to be the key to controlling what was happening in the city. He needed to know if it was possible to tap into its power and use it to their advantage. If she could, then maybe she could control the flow of energy and use it to her, and his, advantage, as a power source, or even as a weapon.
Da Vinci replied with certainty. "Yes, I can," she affirmed, her thoughts already racing ahead to the possibilities. She smiled, her eyes twinkling with excitement.
"And that would make you stronger?" Batman pressed further, his curiosity piqued by the potential ramifications.
"It would," Da Vinci confirmed, her voice carrying all the confidence.
But then she stopped abruptly. Her brow furrowed in disbelief. "It can't be that easy," she mused aloud, her mind grappling with the implications. "It's too good to be true," she whispered to herself.
"What's up?" Batman inquired, sensing her sudden shift in demeanor.
Da Vinci hesitated before voicing her concerns. "…Surely it's a fluke," she murmured. Her tone was tinged with skepticism.
"Oh?" Batman prompted, intrigued by her hesitation.
"The temple where all the life of the city flows," Da Vinci began, her voice gaining momentum with each word. "It has thick enough magical energy to maintain a Servant by merely having them stay there, a bunch of leylines meet there, and it has a natural chokehold that forces Servants to approach from one direction."
Her realization hung in the air, an unsettling truth that defied logic. "And no other Servants are occupying it," she concluded, her disbelief evident in her tone.
Batman considered her words carefully, weighing the implications of their discovery. "Maybe others haven't been summoned yet?" he suggested, offering a plausible explanation.
"A Master should be keeping an eye on it regardless," Da Vinci countered, her voice firm with conviction.
After a moment of contemplation, Batman made a decision. "…We are going to try it, even if it's a trap. I'm coming to you," he declared, his resolve unwavering.
With a shared understanding of the risks involved, Da Vinci and Batman prepared to venture into the heart of Fuyuki's leyline nexus.
As Batman returned to the Wayne shipping container, he couldn't shake the sensation of residual mana in the air, his senses tingling with an induced bout of vivid synesthesia in the form of him smelling energy discharge and him hearing the color of all things. As he recovered from his senses being assaulted by a kaleidoscope of sensations, he navigated through the layers of security he had set up, each one designed to ward off any unwanted intrusions. As he finished passing through the initial security measures he had set up, Batman was met with a visible wave of energy that rippled through him, most likely analyzing his very being. He was met with a sight that left him momentarily stunned.
The interior of the container had been transformed, the metal walls smoothed and transmuted into a Damascus steel facsimile, adorned with intricate patterns etched with glowing blue Nordic runes. Exposed wiring connected to transparent servers, their inner workings visible through the shimmering surface. It was the sight that greeted him inside the container that truly took his breath away.
Da Vinci greeted him with a Mona Lisa smile. Her eyes sparkled with amusement as she observed his reaction. "Quite an entrance, Master," she remarked. Her voice was tinged with playful sarcasm.
Ignoring her quip, Batman focused his attention on the armor and equipment arrayed before him. Batman meticulously inspected his armor and equipment. At first glance, they appeared unchanged, but upon closer inspection, he noticed subtle differences. The armor seemed smoother, lighter, yet more heavily armored than before, with mystical circuitry pulsing beneath the surface.
Da Vinci explained the enhancements she had made, describing the armor as a "Specialized-type Mystic Code" capable of performing preset Magecraft automatically when supplied with magical energy.
"In light of the craftsmanship involved in its construction, I limited myself to using similar materials in order to create a product you would be more familiar with. The weave patterns on the body armor and the pattern on the armored plates are about the same, though I decided to add my own twist and establish a... pseudo circuit pathway."
"I am not a mage."
She nodded, as if expecting a rebuttal. "Of course, taking into account your circumstances I took to adding instead mechanisms that can act as a close match substitute to certain utilities one might find a use for when facing a Servant or Mage. The time wasn't nearly enough to add as many functionalities as I intended but there was enough material to input three of them."
Bruce looked at the Renaissance woman questioningly. A simple narrowing of his eyes betrayed his inner thoughts.
"Functionalities?"
He could not afford to take the genius of an individual venerated as the universal polymath. But neither could he afford to trust a stranger who wielded powers he had little experience of understanding and researching.
"Simple... catrips, you could call them. A rudimentary stunning spell. A temporary physical improvement for offense, as well as a immediate reaction to incoming attacks. I won't bore you with details regarding the origin of these spells and their actual uses, but as it stands they should prove to be good enough ace up your sleeve should you find yourself running afoul of a Servant. Only to escape them, of course. I do not possess the materials or time to develop equipment capable of standing up even to the Cavalry Classes."
"Reinforcement, Gandr, Emergency Evasion," she listed, her tone matter-of-fact.
Batman's brow furrowed in contemplation. "Reinforcement?" he questioned. His curiosity piqued.
Da Vinci smirked, relishing the opportunity to share her knowledge. "An elementary magecraft, but one that's considered virtually impossible to master," she began, launching into an explanation of the spell's capabilities.
As she spoke, Batman interrupted, his tone clipped with skepticism. "How long can it last? And how much stronger will I become?"
Da Vinci hesitated, shooting him a scrutinizing look before answering. "Safely, you can be enhanced ten times. But there's an unsafe option," she replied, her voice tinged with caution.
He simply hummed before he wandered around. As Batman approached the central computer terminal, he couldn't help but notice something strange about the interface. Unlike any human-based computer he had encountered before, it was holographic and lacked any physical access points. Perplexed, he turned to Da Vinci for an explanation.
Da Vinci, with a knowing smile, stepped closer to him, her movements fluid and graceful. She reached out and gently took his hands into hers, her touch surprisingly soft despite or because of the gloves. For a moment, Batman froze, a millisecond of surprise flashing across his features at the unexpected closeness. He quickly composed himself, his expression never having left its usual stoicism as he listened to Da Vinci's explanation.
"You can mentally access it," she said softly, her voice almost like a whisper. "Let me show you how."
Batman raised an eyebrow, intrigued but cautious. "How?"
Da Vinci leaned in closer, her breath warm against his ear. "You have magic circuits," she explained. Her tone was both matter-of-fact and tinged with a hint of excitement. "Just like any other mage, you need to let the mana flow through them and into the terminal."
Batman's skepticism was evident in his expression, but he nodded, willing to entertain the idea for now. "And how do I do that?"
Da Vinci's smile widened, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Close your eyes," she instructed softly. "Focus on your magic circuits. Imagine the most stimulating thing in your mind. Feel the flow of mana within you."
Reluctantly, Batman closed his eyes, his mind racing with doubts and questions. But he pushed them aside, focusing instead on the sensation of mana coursing through his body.
BANG!
BANG!
Two gunshots in a dark dirt alley.
It was...
"Good," Da Vinci murmured encouragingly. "Now, imagine the mana flowing from your circuits and into the terminal. Let it merge with the energy of the interface."
Batman... followed her instructions, visualizing the mana flowing from his circuits and into the holographic interface. To his surprise, he felt a subtle shift in the air, a faint tingling sensation that seemed to emanate from the terminal.
"Keep going," Da Vinci urged softly. "You're doing great."
Batman concentrated harder, channeling more mana into the terminal. And then, suddenly, he felt it—a surge of energy, like a jolt of electricity coursing through his veins. The holographic interface flickered and then sprang to life, displaying a myriad of data and information.
Opening his eyes, Batman stared at the interface in awe, a sense of accomplishment swelling within him. Da Vinci's hand still clasped his own, her touch grounding him in the moment.
"See?" she said, her voice filled with pride. "You did it."
Batman couldn't help but stare towards Da Vinci
As they stood there together, their hands still intertwined before he took his off and decided that they needed to get their work done.
Da Vinci's voice broke the silence, drawing his attention.
"In the equipment delivered via the, heh, "Batwing" , there was also a mystic code container meant for you," she stated. Her tone was laced with curiosity as she gauged his reaction. "It was probably a gift from one of our allies," she continued. She waited for his response, her expression expectant.
Bruce, displaying near-superhuman skill and discipline, showed no visible reaction outwardly, though inwardly he felt a mixture of relief and irritation. He wasn't surprised that Zatanna's magecraft could tamper with his technology so casually, but he was irritated by the security risk it posed. He was determined to correct this oversight. Resolving to correct this mistake later, he immediately turned his attention to the container.
At first, it appeared as a simple black container adorned with arcane writings scribbled all over it. Recognizing it as a storage device used by Zatanna, Batman reached out to touch it, his gloved hand making contact with the smooth surface. In an instant, he was overwhelmed by a vision—a flood of images and sensations that filled his mind to capacity as the container transformed before his eyes, morphing into a large vanta-black cube with ethereal stars floating over its surface. It resembled a cube made of the milky way night sky. Unknown to him, Da Vinci stared as she realized the "stars" were actually glowing symbols, each containing ... something. She quickly stepped back, trying to comprehend what she was witnessing.
Infinite stars filled his sight, each one holding untold secrets and mysteries. Some burned brightly, while others flickered in the darkness. It was a breathtaking sight, but also a disorienting one, as Batman struggled to make sense of the overwhelming sensory input.
As the vision faded, the container dissolved into the command seals into Batman's hand, leaving behind a message from Zatanna. She explained that she had stored information from her father's diary, along with a fraction of her family's magical power to specifically enhance the command seals' abilities for the Holy Grail War.
"Just in case" she said.
She had also included a few preset spells and cantrips in the form of luck charms crafted by both Zataras.
Hmm.
He'll make his own luck.
Taking a moment to process the information, Batman turned his attention to Da Vinci, who was watching him with a playful glint in her eye. He couldn't help but notice her strange attire—far removed from the modern clothing he was accustomed to. It was clear she would need a new set of clothes to fit in.
Wordlessly, he rummaged through his backpack and retrieved a white compression shirt and a pair of blue pants, handing them to Da Vinci with a nod. She accepted them with a grateful smile, through her eyes sparkled with curiosity. He quickly turned around, without a word or a glance back. Da Vinci watched him for a second as she raised an eyebrow, before she shrugged and she put on the shirt and pants.
Da Vinci, after putting on the clothes, couldn't help but smirk. "A true gentleman, providing a lady with garments and protecting her modesty. I must admit, you're not all scowls and gadgets."
Ignoring her banter, Batman refocused on the task at hand. He knew that Zatanna's contribution, while unexpected, could prove invaluable in the battles to come.
Being in a Buddhist temple was a familiar experience. The smell of incense and the chanting of monks almost comforted him. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath absorbing the atmosphere.
The air around Ryuudou Temple carried a serene tranquility as he and "Mona" strolled through its grounds, posing as tourists. While Bruce maintained the facade of an affluent visitor casually exploring the spiritual sights... Da Vinci was genuinely captivated by the architecture, the intricate details, and the magical atmosphere. Da Vinci was in awe of the temple's beauty and was in awe of how much time and effort must have gone into creating it. She was particularly fascinated by the intricate carvings on the temple walls.
As they approached the temple's main area, Da Vinci spotted the head monk and couldn't resist the opportunity to engage in conversation. She approached with genuine interest, eager to learn more about the temple's history and significance.
And now here they stand, facing the head monk.
"You've requested to stay at our temple for a time. May I inquire about the reasons both of you have decided to join us?" he asked, a kind smile on his face.
"We..."
"We would like to hold our ceremony here," Da Vinci stated, causing him to internally flinch. A good cover story, but annoying. And Da Vinci had said it naturally.
Ah, now this will be interesting. Let's see how our stoic, brooding hero handles a little detour from the script.
"Marriage?" he asked, narrowing his eyes slightly, obviously skeptical. "I don't think you should rush into things. You..." He felt Da Vinci draw a tiny fraction of his mana as the priest's eyes briefly glazed over.
He had to prevent himself from reacting in reflex.
"You need to comprehend that marriage is a significant commitment," he continued, the momentary alteration in his state lasting less than a blink. "Please take your time and deeply reflect on your connection. I hope your stay will bring you closer to each other and to enlightenment. Reikan, my son, will show you to your rooms."
A young man entered the room after being called, and following a brief explanation of the situation, he nodded and guided us to our designated quarters. Before leaving, we both bowed to the head priest, grateful for the opportunity.
Despite all their investigations and wariness they do not find any suspicions.. +
They.
Did.
Not.
Find.
Anything.
"There's nobody. Just normal monks, no magic, no magi, no Servants- I can't believe it."
"Is it that hard to believe?"
"The way we came up? That's the only path a Servant can take due to a natural bounded field. Here? Thick enough energy that you could summon one now, and the Servant would remain manifested on their own even if you cut the contract. This is ridiculous."
"I'll believe you about that. Now, go on- make your connection to the leyline, then analyze everything connected to it. I don't want to explain to the monks why I'm trespassing."
"I could just hypnotize them."
"... "
"Alright, alright."
In the quiet moments that followed, Da Vinci's voice resonated in Bruce's mind. It was a startling sensation, the sudden intrusion of her thoughts breaking through the silence.
'Master, I have a request. I need you to partially release my Noble Phantasm.'
The request echoed in the vast chamber of Bruce's mind, causing a ripple of alarm. Noble Phantasms were potent and often dangerous abilities possessed by Heroic Spirits, and releasing them could carry unforeseen consequences. Batman hesitated, his mind swiftly calculating the potential risks and benefits.
As Da Vinci's request hung in the mental space between them, Batman felt a surprisingly small drain, as if only a fraction of her power was being unleashed. It was an unexpected revelation, but the caution ingrained in him remained vigilant.
For a tense moment, Batman considered his options. Evacuating Da Vinci from potential danger seemed like the logical course of action. The Command Seals in his hand tingled with the potential to teleport her to his side. Yet, as he pondered this, Da Vinci's voice resounded once more, her thoughts reaching out.
'Come to me, Master. Take the temple stairs, navigate the forest, and find your way through the moist cave in the mountain. I'm waiting for you.'
An instinctive sense of unease crept over him, and yet curiosity mingled with tension. He decided to follow Da Vinci's guidance, the enigmatic path she laid out for him. As he made his way through the temple, the forest, and into the damp cave, the weight of anticipation clung to the air like a phantom.
"Remember how I told am a Mage?"
There only one response
"I remember you mentioning it."
His response was dry enough to make anyone who heard it thirsty.
Da Vinci continued on regardless.
"I can sense irregularities in nature. This place, the Ryoudou Temple, it is the natural foci to the whole city. All souls flow here before moving on. The leylines meet here."
"It is the ideal spot to set up a grand ritual."
"…"
"I am guessing three to five Servants must die before the Grail can begin manifesting, but if it will- this is one of four possible locations where such a thing will happen."
"That sounds like an advantage."
"It is. But- something is amiss."
"…"
"You're sounding ominous."
"Hm. I believe something ominous is afoot with the grail, is all."
…He should have known
"What would that mean for us?"
" More study of course, you're already providing my wish. Besides that, I am doubtful the ritual is beyond my ability to destroy, once the grail manifests, so- the worst case, so long as we are victorious, is not getting a wish."
"Then-" Da Vinci closed her eyes. "You would just disappear."
"Yes."
It would be for the best.
"Academic Curiosity"
…
Damn it.
"Are there no other ways?"
"…To materialize us, you mean? It is not like it's impossible in other ways.."
He ignored the sound of enthusiasm in her voice.
"What other ways?"
"Enough raw mana. For a Master of your level- seven command seals at maximum, would be what it takes to materialize."
He thought of Zatanna's gift and put that as something to note once he was absolutely sure of Da Vinc's intentions and their … benvolence.
"Ok. We can just take seals from enemy Masters?"
"Normally, the grail recollects them. I can make sure it doesn't if I can get my hands on a Master, however."
Bruce nodded. "'Materialized', would that affect combat abilities at all?"
"Cost would sharply drop."
"Hmm"
He had a game plan.
Capture Kiritsugu Emiya and shut down this entire operation if need be.
