Bruce Wayne Self Made

by Nobodythehope

Summary:

Bruce Wayne is the illegitimate child of The late Martha Kane and Thomas Wayne. He interned with Lexcorp at age twenty-four, founded WaKane Tec at age twenty-five, and met his future wife that same year. He is a philanthropist who has been working to raise Gotham out of the muck and donates a lot of funds to the Justice League. The Court of Owls sentenced The Justice League to death. There are also new costumed characters taking to the streets of Gotham, some dressed in the guise of bats. Are they heroes or villains?
(or a version of JLA: The nail where batman is the last hero to appear.)

Chapter 1: Lex Corp internship

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Metropolis

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We find ourselves in a small studio apartment in Metropolis's Suicide Slum. There are a few decorations around the place, a cheap laptop, an end table, a few books, a queen-sized bed with black Egyptian cotton sheets, and a lot of pillows. There was a picture in an ebony frame of a beautiful woman red-haired, blue-eyed woman in a black dress with an expensive string of perfect white pearls around her neck and matching pearls in her ears. Her arms wrapped around an eight-year-old boy in a nice secondhand dress shirt and slacks. Under the photo is the same string of pearls the woman is wearing and a small shelf with the earrings on it. There is a cheap I-Kia end table with an old Lex phone charging. There is a weight bench with a bar set up 400 Kilograms, a pull-up bar, a speed and heavy bag, and a treadmill. There is a fridge, a small stove, and a kitchen counter. The apartment also has a half-decent router set up. The room has a bathroom. Finishing off the room is a small cheap dresser. Finishing off the room is a large man wrapped in a thick black comforter, sweat pouring down his face as he had a nightmare and a memory.

 

The man sleeping in the bed is Bruce Jacob Wayne, A twenty-four-year-old intern at Lex Corp and the illegitimate son of Martha Kane and Thomas Wayne. When his father learned his mother was pregnant during college, he broke up with her, thinking she got pregnant on purpose to trap him(despite the Kane's having a fortune equal to the Waynes). His mother's parents disowned her because she refused to give him up. Martha ended up working as a waitress with his uncle Jacob helping out as much as he could when he could. Bruce's mother gave him his father's last name. When Bruce was three, Martha managed to finish getting a Nursing Degree, and things got better. They even managed to get a place in Park Row. He and his mother were happy for five years, and she was on her way to getting a full MD. Then they went to see a showing of the Original Mask of Zorro at the Monarch. Bruce met his father, little brother Thomas Wayne Sir and Jr., and the man's wife Marsha, a former friend of his mother's, for the first time on the way out. They took the same alley that was a shortcut to their apartment they always took when they went to the monarch. What happened next would haunt Bruce for the rest of his life and was the cause of his current nightmare.

 

 A man's voice like ground glass on gravel, then two gunshots sing through the night. His mother was shot twice, once in the heart and once in the head. However, the man who did it froze when he pointed his gun at Bruce as Bruce stared into his eyes with his own sullen pure blue tear-stained ones. The man took his mother's purse but left her pearls, a gift from his father and worth quite a lot of money, untouched. Bruce's scream of sorrow would sing through the night, echoing forever across the brick walls of Park Row. The next thing he remembered was being soaked as the rain poured, Gotham crying for the loss of one of its good souls. Then the kindly police officer put his jacket around his shoulders, the name Gordan spelled under his badge. He would sit with him as he gave his statement and sit with him until Social Services came to take him away. Bruce was put in foster care and ran from it when five owl feathers were left on his bed. Bruce lived on the streets for six months with Gordan looking for him before being taken in by Ted Grant. Ted ensured Bruce got his education and started teaching him to fight, free run, and more.

 

Bruce managed to fund a college hopping tour fighting in underground fight rings, his opponents always the man who killed his mother to him. He also learned many things from many people. Bruce from the art of a thief and knife throwing from Lucie Chesson, man hunting from Henri Ducard. Disguise and espionage from Avery Oblonsky, prestidigitation from his mother's old friend Giovanni Zatara, and the arts of the Assassin and things lost to history from Ra's al Ghul are all among his most notable teachers. Bruce finished college three months ago with multiple PH'D and is now interning at Lex Corp.

 

Bruce's phone alarm goes off, and a well-toned muscular arm with a massive hand with pronounced scarred knuckles shoots out and turns it off. It reads 5AM. The blanket is thrown off to reveal that Bruce is a handsome broad, framed man standing six feet two inches tall. He dressed in just a pair of black boxer briefs with a bulge that would make any man feel inadequate. He has the well-toned body of a Greek god, and every muscle in his body is well-defined and well-toned. His body has several scars, a bullet scar in his left thigh, a stab wound low on the right side of his abdomen that went out his back, and a few long thin knife cuts across his chest. Tattooed on his back is the Kanji for darkness, along with the five sacred beasts, all darker than their standard depictions, a blue dragon, a vermillion phoenix, a black turtle, a white tiger, and a larger yellow dragon, all caged by the chains of the dammed the chains going down his forearms. He earned the ink fighting in the underground marital arts tournaments in Japan. They were done with tambura needles in one sitting, and he had earned the title the Dark Knight in his fights. However, his sullen pure blue eyes made you want to give him a hug…well, they also made you scared of him, and he has short black hair.

 

Bruce grabs his laptop and opens it, powering it up, then starts doing one-arm, one-finger pushups. With one hand, he types in his password and logs into the Lex Corp mainframe. He wanted to check the blueprints for the new rockets. Bruce growls as he finishes his analysis and copies it to a cheap flash drive. Then he removed the encryption and sent it to several preprogrammed emails. Finally, he completed his grueling morning workout and got ready for work. He was overlooking a lot of things he has seen well working at Lex Corp; however, he would not ignore something that would endanger thousands of lives. He made breakfast and then went to take a shower. Getting out of the shower, he shaved, then toweled off. Next, he gets dressed in a pair of black dress slacks, a white undershirt, a black long-sleeve button-up, and a gray tie. Slipping on a pair of well-polished combat boots, he grabbed his keys, id badge, phone, and flash drive, then left.

 

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LexCorp tower was located in the New Troy district of Metropolis…honestly, Bruce hated Metropolis, New York. It was way too bright and cheery, making him miss Gotham all the more. He took a sip of the coffee he had bought from a cart after getting off the subway. LexCorp was designed to make you feel small as you entered. As he always did, Bruce made his way to the elevator. However, instead of heading to the 23^rd floor where he worked, he hit the button for the 99^th. Lex Luther's private office took up the entire floor, and the 100th floor is the private apartment of Lex Luther.

 

A very attractive twenty-six-year-old woman standing five foot six inches tall with long light brown hair, her gray blazer hugged her B cups, her hair tied back with a black tie. Her athletic frame was hinted at by her pants suit a red tie completed her business look. This is Alexzander 'Lex' Luther's personal bodyguard/personal assistant Mercy Graves. Bruce knew the woman had a nice apple-shaped butt, having checked it out once or twice. Despite her professional look, the woman had a bad girl vibe to her. He knew if she was in, Lex was in, so he just barged into the man's office, ignoring Mercy in her entirety…he does note she was playing a game on her computer.

 

Lex Luthor's office was massive, and like LexCorp, it was designed to make you feel small. Sitting behind an enormous steel desk is a somewhat handsome forty-five-year-old bald man with a beard standing five feet nine inches tall. He is somewhat lanky and dressed in a black suit. He has intelligent but greedy blue eyes and looked a lot like Jonathan Cryer.

 

"I never thought you were that egotistical and greedy, Lex. Fifty-two present failure rates with the rocket's current materials, gambling with thousands of lives just to see if you can get away with it." Bruce says, his voice a deep baritone with a Gotham Park Row accent shining through as he throws the flash drive on Lex's desk. Lex would never admit it, but the glare on Bruce's face actually managed to intimidate him. Lex pops it into a port on his desk and sees the readouts.

 

" Mercy, throw him…." Lex starts to say that when Bruce does not remove his glare from Lex, he turns just enough to grab Mercy's hand, delivers a throw that slams her to the ground, and easily keeps her there.

 

"Bruce Wayne, intern, I also have seven more PH'Ds than you," Bruce says with a smirk, knowing what he would initiate. However, Bruce only needed one arm to keep Mercy pined as he grabbed his phone, held it up, and turned it on.

 

"Oh, you think you're smarter than me. And yes, this is just to see if I can get away with it. I will tell you what we will play three games of chess. Beat me just once. I will let you change the materials, you lose to me three times, and Mercy will put a laser blast through your head and throw you down the incinerator shaft." Lex says as he gets up from his massive leather-backed chair, walks to a chess table, and sits down. He is pleasantly surprised when Bruce stands up, lifts Mercy like she weighs nothing, sets her down, and walks to sit down. He was the first employee to actually help Mercy back up…and the first to actually manage to throw his bodyguard. Lex had never seen Mercy look at anyone the way she is now, a mix of attraction and desire to beat him down. He did not want to think of what else those eyes held as he thought of the woman as a daughter.

 

"I will be black." Bruce knew he should let Lex win two games, but frankly, the man's arrogance pissed him off as it reminded him of his younger half-brother. Bruce never played the board when he played chess, he played the person. A bit of a hustler at heart, Bruce made it seem like he barely won the first game.

 

"First time I lost to anyone but my little sister. Tell you what, a much larger paycheck for your internship, our best full healthcare insurance, all paid by Lexcorp if you beat me again." Lex says as they set up the board. Bruce beat him faster and knew Lex was not really trying, but neither was he.

 

"You’re a hustler, I see. Name what you want for another game? But know this time I will actually be trying.” Lex says with a smile he loved a challenge, and this man seemed to actually have a brain.

 

“Once my one-year internship is over, I want the old Gotham factory,” Bruce says as he sets the board up again.

 

“Why? You’re white this time.” Lex asks as they switch pieces.

 

“I will let you figure that out,” Bruce says, giving a slight smile as he makes his opening move. It took time (all of five minutes), but he still managed to checkmate Lex.

 

“Mercy, take Bruce to get some nicer clothes, and you kids can have the rest of the day off… use my black card. I want to see you in my office tomorrow at the same time.” Lex says… looking pleased that he lost. He was impressed with Bruce.

 

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The next day

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Bruce woke before his alarm went off; he switched it off before it could go off, and laying on his chest was Mercy Graves, and they both were naked as the day they were born. She had wanted a rematch after they left Luther’s office, and he had obliged the woman. After putting her butt on the ground several more times, they went to get him several new suits and some better day-to-day wear. (Mercy had some fun getting him to try on the clothing, he was yummy, in her opinion.) She accompanied him back home, stating Luther gave her the day off to keep an eye on him. He had shrugged it off as one of his few weaknesses was his attraction to bad girls...the last woman he was attracted to…well, that attraction wore off fast as she gave him his stab wound. After Bruce put the bags down, Mercy jumped on him, leading with her mouth, so he slammed her against the wall. They proceeded to have sex for the rest of the night, using up several large condoms from the large box of condoms and lube she had bought well they were shopping. After his last relationship with a woman named Talia al Ghul(the woman who stabbed him), he was in a bad place. He was not looking for a girlfriend at this time, but being unattached with a woman as attractive as Mercy, throwing herself at him. Well, Bruce had a massive amount of willpower, he was still a twenty-four-year-old man with no girlfriend. Bruce carefully untangles himself from the woman, slips on some underwear, does his morning workout, and then starts making breakfast for them.

 

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Mercy woke up to the smell of cinnamon in the air; she realized she was alone in the bed but was covered by the blanket.

 

‘God, last night was the best fuck of my life, the first time a man went down on me…fuck, he fucked me without me returning the favor. Too bad he will not stay in Metropolis and work with Lex, or I would keep him. Might as well enjoy him until he returns to that bleeding cesspool that is Gotham. God, that smells good…fuck, the first time a man made me breakfast too.’ Mercy thinks with a sigh. She knew she was too loyal to lex to leave him, and the older man was the closest thing to a father she had ever known.

 

“Good morning, Mercy. Breakfast will be ready in a few minutes. I hope you like French toast. I made bacon and sausages. How do you take your coffee?” Bruce says as he continues to work on the food…Mercy had to wipe a bit of drool from the corner of her mouth at the sight of Bruces rippling bare back muscles.

 

“If you, have it cream and a sugar. Milk will work if you don’t have cream.” Mercy says as she slips into Bruce’s button-up and takes a seat at the counter. Bruce goes to his fridge and pulls out the cream he kept, adds a measure into a coffee mug, adds coffee, stirs it then sets it in front of her.

 

“Thank you,” Mercy says as she picks it up and takes a sip of…the best cup of coffee she ever had.

 

A few minutes later, he sets a plate of French Toast, some homemade fruit toppings, bacon, sausage, and a bottle of maple syrup down in front of her. Bruce sat next to her, and they began to eat.

 

‘Fuck…he is built like a god, hung like a horse, knows how to use it, is smart as fuck, and can fucking cook…I am going to have to enjoy him until he leaves.’ Mercy thinks with a dirty grin as she chews. She knew the moment she laid eyes on Bruce that she was not the one who would heal his broken heart and ease the sadness in his eyes. Still, she could ease the ache for a while…and take care of the ache between her legs for a while with something that was not battery-powered.

 

“This is fantastic,” Mercy says aloud.

 

After they eat, they each take a quick shower, Bruce dressing in a tailored black suit this time as they head out.

 

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Lex’s office

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“It's seven forty-five your early,” Lex says, keeping his face neutral.

 

“I came in at eight. However, on time for an important meeting is fifteen minutes early in my book.” Bruce answers. Lex gives him a smile; he has spent some time looking into Bruce.

 

“Good answer, so I take it you want to find your mother's killer and perhaps try to clean up Gotham….Well, getting back at your father by creating a more successful business than Wayne Enterprises?” Lex says with a smirk.

 

“Yes,” Bruce says with a driven look on his face.

 

“I will teach you a few things then; you will be working on projects I assign you personally for the next year,” Luther says with a smile. He was wondering if Bruce would be able to pull it off.

 

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To be continued

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Chapter 2: Holly

Summary:

Bruce returns to Gotham for the first time in years. Well checking out his old neighborhood, he and a mysterious woman with stunning green eyes save a young girl named Holly. They head to Metropolis to hide out for a little while.

Chapter 2: Holly

 

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Now Gotham January 4th 20xx

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'I am taking a cab from the train station to my new Brownstone in Fort Grave. I had seen Gotham from the air the day I left for France. From the air, it looked like an achievement. It was all all-clean shafts of concrete, glass, and snowy rooftops. This time I took a train; the line was on the route from Chicago as Lex wanted me at a symposium before I started working full-time at my new company. I ran into someone I never thought I would see again. James 'Jim' Gordan and his daughter Barbara, he had just gone through a divorce with his wife. Jim was the police officer who was investigating my mother's murder. I upgraded them to a larger cabin so they could ride comfortably and paid for their meals. I also noticed what the girl was working on and will send her a great laptop with some CAD programs. Lex said to me during my internship nurture talent when you see it. I saw talent and decided to nurture it. Today I will be inspecting WaKane Tower, which will be the headquarters for WaKane Industries.' Bruce thinks to himself as he looks out the window. He liked the progress being made on the Tower. Right now, his workforce is working out of his Gotham factory and some satellite offices. It will be nice having a more central location for them to work.

 

 

 "Is this your first time in Gotham?" The man driving the cab asks conversationally, breaking Bruce from his thoughts.

 

"No, I am Returning after being away for a very long time," Bruce says. He is dressed in a warm trench coat and an expensive black tailor-made suit.

 

"Why would you ever come back to this city?" The cabbie asks curiously.

 

"I was born here." Bruce says with the smile Mercy helped him practice in the mirror to get right on his face…it did not reach his eyes.

 

"Ah, welcome home." The cabbie says, turning down the meter a bit. The cabbie would never charge a Gothamite, the same as some out-of-towner; Bruce would calculate the full cost and leave one hell of a tip.

 

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Gotham, Park Row, January 9^th, 10 PM

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Bruce walked down his old neighborhood dressed in a pair of comfortable jeans, a white button-up, an old brown bombers jacket, and a black knit cap on his head. He had a pair of comfortable beat-up work boots on his feet and a pair of leather gloves on his hands. Bruce felt more comfortable in these clothes than the expensive suits he had to wear for appearance. He did not really like the wealth he acquired, but it was necessary for the mission…once he figured out how to make them afraid. He was saddened to see the massive decline of what had once been the best neighborhood in Gotham had now become a red-light district.

 

"No, please HELP SOMEONE HELP ME!" Bruce heard what had to be a young girl scream and took off towards it. He finds two cops manhandling a young girl. The girl is four feet eleven inches tall and has long red hair and blue eyes. She could not be older than thirteen. She wore a worn purple winter coat, dirty blue jeans, and worn-out winter boots that were too big for her… A street kid… no, not just a street kid, a runaway…relatively recent runaway as she still had hope in her eyes.

 

However, he was rendered speechless by the beautiful petite woman who also arrived. She was five foot seven inches tall and had long wavy black hair cascading down her back. Bruce figured she was half Latina, half Italian, with a tan complexion and wavy black hair spilling out of her black kitty-eared knit cap. Her clothing is too expensive for the neighborhood consisting of a Black rockers jacket that does little to hide her large breasts. Bruce figured they would fit most brands as a D cup. The tight brown leather pants she had on showed off her wide well-toned hips and a large heart-shaped butt and clung to her long well-toned legs ending in a pair of what Bruce's his ex would call fuck me stiletto-heeled boots. A pair of brown leather gloves and a black purse finished her look. However, it was her Vibrant green eyes that drew him and tugged at his memory.

 

"What are you doing?" Bruce growls at the two police officers glaring, and they freeze. He notes they are not wearing duty cameras… the girl's pants are unbuttoned. one of the cop's hands is… He reacted with a savage punch that knocked one of the cops out. Bruce felt the man's jaw break under the blow. A hard kick by the woman puts the other one out the crack of the other cop's jaw breaking echoes through the night.

 

"We need to get out of here now. I got a car nearby." Bruce says, knowing they would not have been picked up by the dash cam. However, to be safe, he throws a device in the patrol car that would destroy any possible recordings and fry the electronics before destroying itself. Bruce grabs the girl's hand, and the woman follows as he runs. Noticing the girl can't keep up with them, he just picked her up and continued.

 

On the other hand, the woman had no trouble keeping up with him despite being in heels. So, few women knew how to walk in heels these days, much less run in them. The girl just blushed bright red but also frowned, wondering what this would cost her…she was learning that in Gotham, no one helped for free. Then what almost happened caught up to her, and she passed out as her fight or flight reflex stopped, and her adrenaline crashed.

 

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"Which car is yours?" The woman asks with a frown, a glare, and a Park Row accent. She did not trust a boy helping a girl in Gotham; everyone was too rotten to care in this stinking city. However, this boys Sullen pure blue eyes had been tugging at her memory. There was no way she was leaving this girl alone with a boy, for she had never met a real man.

 

 

"The Crusader." Bruce directs them towards the classic black 1966 Crusader he had restored over the last year when he had time off. He notes the girl passed out, likely just from the adrenaline wearing off and just being tired. He puts her in the back and buckles her in. The two climb into the front, and both finally see each other's faces in the light.

 

"Selina Kyle/Bruce Wayne?" Bruce and Selina blurt out at each other shocked. They had not seen each other in eighteen years.

 

"I have not seen you since I left the orphanage. What have you been up to, Selina?" Bruce says as he starts the car. He had modernized the electronics.

 

"Left two days after you did when I found five owl feathers of my own on my bed. No way was I going to be recruited into the court. I joined Mama Fortuna. Then, my father had her killed, and I was taken in by a woman named Dinah Drake-Lance. you?" Selina says with a frown leaving out some things.

 

"I was eventually taken in by The Ted Grant. Made my way through the world fighting in the underground places a man can go to make money with his fists." Bruce says with a frown as they pull out of the parking garage…there was something about the name Selina shared that was tugging on a memory. Bruce starts the car and starts driving.

 

"So, where are we heading?" Selina asks with a small smile. She and Bruce had grown up together, her mother working two jobs to give her and her sister a better life. Maria Kyle worked at both the Boxcar and 44 Below The club within a club at the Iceberg Lounge. Then her biological father Carmine Falcone killed her mother, strangling her, then had a fixer stage a suicide well Selina and her sister Maggie were at school. She knew Bruce from the boxcar job where his mother Martha worked before she got her nursing degree. Both of them also went to Gotham Elementary School and were in the same class. After Selina's mother died, Magdalenian 'Maggie' Kyle, Selina's sweet little sister, got adopted quickly. Selina, on the other hand, was 'trouble' at the orphanage…and so was Bruce.

 

"I have a friend in Metropolis. We can crash with them for the night and another who owes me a few favors, and they can get the girl set up." Bruce says, thinking of the handful of friends he had made in Metropolis. Of his friends, the only one he knew would let him crash at their place was Clark … at least at this time of night. Lex still owed him quite a few favors…the man still could not beat him in chess.

 

"I got a friend in Metropolis me, and the girl can stay with her," Selina says as she grabs her W-phone.

 

"Hay Lois, I need a place to crash for the night with a kid…your couch is free good…no, it's nothing that exciting…see you in a couple hours," Selina says into her phone.

 

'Funny, Clark has a neighbor named Lois that he has a huge crush on.' Bruce thinks to himself as he drives. They head towards the Kane bridge.

 

"So, what else have you been up to, Bruce?" Selina asks, finishing her conversation with her friend.

 

"This and that spent the last year interning at LexCorp, well, starting my own business," Bruce says with a smile. He had missed his oldest friend…she had gotten more beautiful.

 

"Oh, is Lex really as arrogant as they say?" Selina asks with a grin only Bruce could really bring out of her. she had missed her old friend; he had only grown more handsome since she last saw him.

 

"More…how about you?" Bruce asks.

 

"Oh, I spent some time in France working for a woman named Lucie Chesson, well, attending the university of Paris. then traveling the world for a while." Selina says with a Cheshire grin. Lucie taught her a lot, including how to be something far better than the best pickpocket in Gotham. Lucie taught Selina how to be a cat burglar, blend into high society, Crack safes, beat so-called impossible security systems, how to make stealth suits, gadgetry, her moral code, seduction, and more. By the end of her time with Lucie, Selina had become the greatest thief in the world. She learned to fight from some of the greatest female martial artists in the world, including Sandra Wu-San  Bruce, grabbed his Lex phone, and made a call.

 

"Clark, ya, I need to crash in Metropolis…yes, the less you know, the better right now… thanks see you in a couple hours," Bruce says into his phone.

 

"Wait…you know both Black Canary and The Grey Shadow… You're The Cat, aren't you." Bruce ways with a grin. The Cat left a little black cat figurine when she stole something.

 

"Guilty…you were Lucie's student before me, weren't you?" Selina says with her Cheshire grin, assuring mutual destruction should he turn her in.

 

"Guilty." Bruce declares with a small smile she had always managed to bring out of him.

 

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Metropolis 2 hours later

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They see the sign welcoming them to Metropolis: The City of Tomorrow.

"So, where are we heading?" Bruce asks with a smile time seems to go by way too fast. They did not even bother to turn the radio on. They just spent the entire drive catching up.

 

"344 Schuster Street. We can meet up for breakfast at Reeve's and deal with the munchkin tomorrow." Selina says with a smile, then frowns when Bruce breaks out laughing.

 

"What’s so funny?” Selina says, frowning as she crosses her arms.

 

“My Friend Clark lives in the same building,” Bruce says, causing Selina to laugh.

 

“Ah, so your friend is Smallville. My friend Lois has a crush on him, yet views him as a worthy rival too.” Selina says as they continue to the location. They sent off a text saying they were almost there.

 

“Oh, Clark has a crush on a woman, Lois too,” Bruce says with a smile as he signals to turn.

 

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Siegel Apartments 6-D

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A beautiful, fit twenty-four-year-old half-Cuban woman dressed in a skimpy blue silk nightgown that showed off her c-cups but did not show her wasp waist. She has wide hips, a toned pear-shaped butt, and long toned legs. This is Lois Lane, an intern at the Daily Planet. She quickly tied her matching dressing gown that fell to her knees. Her purple nail polish was chipped. Her short brown hair fell to her chin that bobbed as she walked a bit as she walked. She had caring violet eyes that held stubbornness and intelligence. Lois slipped her feet into her slippers, her toenail’s purple nail polish chipped as well. She planned on removing it when before she went to bed. She just got a text from her friend Selina that she was almost here. Lois opened her door and stared.

 

‘Fuck I did not know. Wow, Smallville is wow. I knew he was handsome, but… He must have just gotten out of the shower…I wish I was that drop of water.’ Lois thinks as she admires her neighbor/rival's large, well-shaped muscles. She watched as a droplet of water fell down his large hairy pecs to his eight-pack before disappearing into his red and blue plaid pajama pants. He has short black hair and looks a lot like Henry Cavill. This is twenty-four-year-old Clark Kent of apartment 3-D, another intern at the Daily Planet, and he pulls a blue t-shirt over his head.

 

“Lois, you, ok?” Clark asks, concerned as he pulls his thick-framed black glasses on.

 

“What? Oh ya, I am fine, Smallville, I got a friend coming in, so I need to head to the door.” Lois says with a blush as she looks into his kind blue eyes. Lois’s accent was hard to pin down, but you could detect a bit of Gotham uptown, a bit of Kansas twang, and a bit of Metropolis hotiy ploy in her voice.

 

“Funny, I got a buddy coming in too. Mind if  I walk with you.” Clark says with a smile. His accent has a lot of Kansas tang and a bit of Metropolis hotiy ploy starting to slip into it.

 

“Sure, Smallville,” Lois says, giving him a flirtatious smile that makes Clark blush.

 

‘Come on, Kal, ask her out.’ Clark gives himself a small pep talk as he closes his door.

 

“You want to get dinner together tomorrow?” Clark tries asking her out, blushing lightly.

 

“You are asking me on a date?” Lois says, blushing…she was a modern independent woman, yet she was blushing like a schoolgirl.

 

“Yes,” Clark says, his blush deepening.

 

“Sure, Clark,” Lois says, smiling as they make it to the elevator.

 

“So, where do you want to go?” Clark asks his heart racing, feeling ecstatic that she said yes, a boyish smile on his face.

 

“Oh, nowhere fancy. I have nothing suited to someplace fancy right now,” Lois says, manner of fact…her heart racing at the sight of the smile. They get in the elevator and hit the button for the lobby.

 

They watch the black Crusader pulls into an empty parking spot, and a man and woman get out. Then the man opens the driver’s side back door and pulls out a young girl.

 

“Hay Alley-Cat, who is this?” Lois asks with a frown. His face was tugging at her memory.

 

“Hello, Army Brat. This is an old friend of mine I have not seen in about eighteen years.” Selina says with a grin as she hugs her friend.

 

“Bruce…ok, now I have to know what is going on,” Clark says with a sigh rubbing his nose.

 

“Order a couple pies from the one good place that delivers, and I will tell you off the record,” Bruce says with a grin at his friend as he adjusts the girl in his arms.

 

“Oh, I could eat,” Lois says with a grin. Unfortunately, she actually missed lunch…and dinner.

 

“Same. Let’s get out of the cold.” Selina says, and they head into the building.

 

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Apartment 6-D Lois Lanes apartment

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“Put me down!!”  The girl says as she wakes up, she sounds scared, and her eyes are wide. She looks around. Lois’s apartment is clean, with a lovely cream-colored L-shaped sofa, a good-sized tv on an oak entertainment center with a Wayne box 4, an antique wrought iron end table she had found no kitchen table, and an oak coffee table cluttered up with mail and magazines along with a half-decent but old Wayne Tech laptop. A punching bag in the corner and a dart board. She had some pictures of her family. A murder board of the current story she was working on was up too.

 

 

“You’re safe. My name is Bruce Wayne,” Bruce says as he sets her down.

 

“Were, am I?” The girl says, scared.

 

“You’re in Metropolis in a friend of mine's apartment. My name is Selina Kyle. Nice to meet you.” Selina says caringly.

 

“Holly…” Holly says hesitantly as her stomach rumbles.

 

“We are going to order some pizza. What do you want on yours? My name is Clark Kent. Nice to meet you, Holly.” Clark says with his charming farmboy grin.

 

“Names Lois Lane. What’s your story, kid?” Lois introduced herself with a smile.

 

“Om…may I have pepperoni, sausage, mushrooms, and Jalapeño’s with root beer?” Holly says hesitantly.

 

“Yes,” Bruce says as they step out of the elevator.

 

‘Who hurt you, Holly, your father or mother? Selina wonders to herself, recognizing the signs.

 

…

 

“Here, I don’t think my underwear will fit you. But these are better than nothing. Why don’t you get cleaned up? Selina and I will keep an eye on the boys, and I will throw your clothing in the washer…the bathroom has a lock on it too.” Lois says kindly to the girl as she leads the girl to her bathroom. Holly just nodded in agreement and followed the older woman. Bruce gets the orders and makes the call.

 

…

Later

…

 

Holly felt better after getting washed up and had demolished her large pizza as it had been quite a while since she last ate. She was in a too-big purple t-shirt and too-big gray pajama pants.

 

“You’re still tired, Holly. I changed the linens on my bed, you can have it so get some sleep. I have a lock on my bedroom door too.” Lois says they had watched a Disney movie with the girl, but she was falling asleep. Lois and Selina's help get the girl settled in. The four then sit around Lois’s couch. Selina had borrowed a purple nightshirt from Lois. Finally, they hear the lock on the door engaged.

 

“So how are we going to handle this, and what happened?” Lois asks quietly with a frown. So far, she likes the kid.

 

“We found her screaming for help…” Bruce begins to explain.

 

…

 

“My god…” Clark says with a frown looking quite pale as Bruce finished explaining what happened.

 

“She is going to need more than what the foster care system can provide to get over what happened to her,” Lois observes with a frown.

 

“Phaaa, the foster care system fails a lot of people.” Selina observes bitterly, hugging her knees with Bruce nodding beside her. Neither had the best experience in foster care…but both had life-changing moments with a good person.

 

“Well, we can start by getting her some clothing tomorrow. I need to get some things as I don’t want to go back into Gotham for a time…I doubt you want to either, Selina, so this will be my treat. Let’s get some sleep for now.” Bruce says with a yawn.

 

“See you in the morning. Fortunately, it's Saturday, and we have the day off tomorrow. So see you two at eight.” Clark says with a yawn. With that, the two men get up, grab the empty pizza boxes, and head over to Clark’s apartment.

 

“Oh, tomorrow is going to be fun,” Lois observes with a grin.

 

“Ya, I could use a little retail therapy, but I don’t want to break the guy’s wallet,” Selina says with a yawn. Lois laughs as she goes and grabs a magazine she had recognized Bruce well eating.

 

“Selina Bruce is a freaking billionaire,” Lois says as she hands Selina Forbs, only to see Bruce on the cover…

“Oh, tomorrow is going to be fun,” Selina purrs with a Cheshire grin.

 

Lois grabs a pair of blankets, she had nabbed two of her many pillows earlier, and the two women get situated on Lois’s comfortable couch.

 

“So, Clark is cuter than you said he was,” Selina says with a grin in the dark.

 

“He asked me out today…I said yes…fuck. He did not have a shirt on as he was coming out of his apartment. The man has pecks for days, and God damn his abbs, I want to lick chocolate off them. So how do you know Bruce?” Lois admits with a grin as she lights up a cigarette.

 

“We are childhood friends and got put in the same orphanage. Lucky girl. Can I bum one of those off you?” Selina asked as she had run out, which was why she was out earlier. Lois gives her one and lights it up. They gossip a bit more and then go to bed.

 

…

Apartment 3-D

…

 

“So, you ask Lois out yet? She is hotter than you said…what is it with you and women with the initials LL?” Bruce asks as he makes up the simple blue cloth couch. Clark had an oak entertainment center with a WaKane box (a gift from Bruce), a large tv, a few pictures of him and his parents, one of him and Bruce as teenagers, an end table with a lamp, and an oak kitchen table.

 

“Ya, just before you got here, she said yes. And yes, she is. We were going to get dinner tomorrow. So how do you know Selina?” Clark says with a dopy grin.

 

“Childhood friends, and we were in the same orphanage. I left before she did. So how are your parents.” Bruce asks. He met Clark when he rented a room from the Kents when he was eighteen and then worked on their farm for the summer. That was the only time he did not have to fight to make ends meet until he challenged Luther to a chess game.

 

“They are doing good. They still ask about you, you should call them as they worry about you. Well, let’s get some shuteye.” Clark says with a yawn.

 

“Still wearing the leather jacket, goggles, and aviator cap when doing heroics?” Bruce asks with a grin and a yawn of his own.

 

“Yes,” Clark admits, and with that, Clark heads to his bedroom. Bruce removed his pants and socks before he lays on the couch. His breathing is controlled, and his body is ridged as he forces himself to sleep.

 

…

That morning apartment 6-D

…

 

Holly blinks at the scene of chaos in front of her, dressed in the same thing she wore yesterday.

 

“WHAT THE FUCK….” Selina screamed as some kind of red angry living mold lunged at her from Lois’s fridge, and she tried to slam the door shut. Selina had borrowed a pair of jeans, a purple sweatshirt, and a pair of underwear from Lois…Fortunately, she could fit in the women’s string bikini top, so she did not have to go braless as she was wearing a crop top last night.

 

“What is… FUCK, YOU WENT INTO THE FRIDGE!” Lois notes as Selina fights to shut it. Lois had not been in her fridge since that living mold that started gowning on some yogurt…and tried to eat her… five months ago…it has gotten bigger since then. She was in a pair of cargo pants and a black striped-sweater.

 

“YOU SAY THAT LIKE ITS ABNORMAL TO GO IN THE FRIDGE, ARMY-BRAT! WHY IS THERE AN ANGRY MOLD THAT IS TRYING TO EAT ME IN YOUR FRIDGE…NEVER MIND, ITS YOU, HAIRSPRAY, AND YOUR LIGHTER! THIS IS COLLAGE ALL OVER AGAIN!” Selina yells with a frown.

 

“GOOD IDEA!” Lois screams as she runs to her bathroom. She returns with hairspray and her lighter. The two women nod at each other…this was like when they roomed together when Lois took a semester abroad in Paris…it had been Selina’s first apartment. She did not want to live alone at the time.

 

“BURN YOU, MOTHER FUCKER BURN!” Lois says as she ignites the hairspray and burns the living mold to ash. Selina joins in with a can of cooking spray and her own lighter. The two women laugh like Saturday morning villainesses as they torch the mold…it gives a dying shriek…just like the last time they had to do this.

 

“Why has this happened to us twice?” Selina asks. Once they are sure the thing is dead…they torch it some more to make sure.

 

“Don’t look at me. It was your yogurt last time. Good morning, Holly… I see you found your clothes. We are going to get you some new clothing to wear…well, let’s see if Smallville has anything to eat…that’s Clark, Holly.” Lois says with a sigh as she sees the confused look on Holly’s face…at least she got her fridge back.

 

“This is why you clean your fridge out, Holly,” Selina says with a sigh…the burning remains smelled like weed and burning sage…just like in college.

 

Holly did not know what all this would cost her, but she was good at reading people and spent most of the time they watched Frozen watching them. She could tell Selina and Lois were on the up and up and kind, even though Selina tried to hide that about her. Bruce and Clark seemed ok…but their biceps were bigger than her thighs… which made her nervous. She would stick close to Selina and Lois.

 

“Om, I need tampons too,” Holly says with a blush.

 

“Do you need them now? My pads will be a bit big on you, but they should work for now?” Lois says, concerned Selina mirroring Lois’s look. Both knew how much of a problem that was in the middle of the night.

 

“Not quite yet. But I don’t want to be too much trouble for you, Miss Lane, and Miss Kyle.” Holly says a bit shyly but politely.

 

“Oh, it’s no problem; we will take care of ya, Holly, and call me Lois,” Lois says with a smile.

 

“And you can call me Selina, kid,” Selina says as they head out the door.

 

…

Apartment 3-D

…

 

Bruce, shirtless and fresh from the shower, dressed only in a pair of borrowed blue jeans, made his way to the fridge and opened it. A small blue bit of living angry mold growls at him.

 

“Clark, get your ass over here. You need to heat vision the mold in your fridge… it's angry, it's hissing, and it looks hungry.” Bruce says calmly, standing very still. He would be fascinated by it and want a sample but given all Clark had in the fridge was said mold…he would rather not know what it was….He just wanted it dead, as it felt like it was looking at him hungrily.

 

“I don’t have…I have mold in my fridge…ya, that mold looks angry…aahhhhh (tweeeeeee).” Clark says as he fries the creature with his heat vision, firing red lasers of concentrated thermal energy from his eyes when it lunged at his face when it sensed him move. He makes sure there is no trace of it left in his fridge. A knock comes to the door, and Bruce quickly goes to answer it…it smells like burning sage…with a hint of cannabis.

 

…

 

‘Oh, fuck, he is yummy nummy, get in my tummy. I want to be that drop of water…and want to lick chocolate off his chest and abbs.’ So Selina thinks as she is greeted with Bruce's broad, well-sculpted hairy, and wet chest. Her greedy eyes follow a drop of water down his massive pecks and the scars he has across them, to his deeply chiseled abbs that she wanted to grind on. She wondered what he had in his pants. She notes the chain tattoos on his arm. Holly was not interested in men…but she could not help but wonder if abbs like Bruce’s were legal.

 

“Is everything ok, Selina?” Bruce asks as he drinks her in again.

 

“OH, what? Oh, yes, fine, fabulous. Lois had a massive angry living mold creature in her fridge…we touched it, and now it smells a lot like whatever you’re burning in there. Make a girl breakfast Dre…Bruce?” Selina asks, blushing lightly. She was getting damp.

 

“Clark had the same issue, let me finish getting dressed, and we can get a bite to eat before the fashion district opens. You look lovely, Selina.” Bruce says simply…he liked Selina better in leather, but he was once again mesmerized by her lovely green eyes.

 

‘Oh, fuck, he has been looking me in the eyes the whole time despite Lois’s top being tight on my girls.’ Selina thinks happily. She could tell he liked her eyes.

 

“Sounds good to me,” Lois says with a smile. She found Bruce’s body to be gush-inducing but liked larger muscles like Clark's better.

 

“Oh, hi Lois, you look great.” Clark says with his farm boy grin, and Lois blushes a bit.

 

‘Oh, the back is just as nice…why do you wear the Kanji for Darkness Bruce? Those are darker beasts…those chains are the chains of the damned. Those were done in one sitting.’ Selina wonders with a sad look that she tries to hide as her heart breaks for her friend. She could tell they were done by a master of their craft with Tabari needles instead of a gun.

 

Bruce throws on a borrowed button-up and his jacket and hat well Clark pulls on his tan trench coat ear muffs and slips on a pair of cowboy boots and black gloves. With that, the group makes their way to Bruce’s car. Given Clark well, he could drive, he did not actually own a car right now, and neither did Lois. Noticing Holly is uncomfortable with them, Bruce and Clark sit in the front. Holly feels safer sitting in the middle between Lois and Selina.

 

…

Reeve’s Diner

…

 

Reeve’s diner was opened in 1978. It's famous for its Pumpkin pie, its milkshakes, and pancakes. Its owner is a second-generation proprietor. Clark and Bruce have lunch here once a week, and Lois and Selina have breakfast here once a week.

 

“Om toast?” Holly asks, having not picked up her menu. She did not want to owe too much in whatever this was going to cost her in the long run.

 

“She will have a nice stack of chocolate chip pancakes, applewood smoked bacon, and a milkshake…chocolate. I will have the same but mint chip along with a nice well-done steak.” Selina orders instead, not bothering to look at her menu.

 

“How do you like your bacon, dear?” The waitress taking their order asks her nametag read Kidder-Reeves.

 

“Om, crispy,” Holly says, accepting what Selina ordered for her.

 

…

 

Holly was in blissed-out chocolate heaven after taking a sip of her milkshake. But she would also stare in shock at how much Bruce, Selina, and Clark put away.

 

“Can I get you guys anything else?” Kidder-Reeves asks with a smile.

 

“Five slices of your Pumpkin pie,” Bruce orders them he can tell Holly is still hungry.

 

“What’s all this going to cost me?” Holly says not able to take it anymore. She stared him in the eye.

 

“Nothing. I have lived on the streets like you were, then a man named Ted Grant helped me out the way I am helping you, Holly.” Bruce says simply as he takes a sip of his coffee.

 

“A woman named Dinah Drake-Lance did the same for me,” Selina says with a small smile taking a sip of her shake. Holly could tell they meant it.

 

“My last name is Robertson…my dad did… horrible things to me….” Holly says as she breaks down in her spot between Lois and Selina. The two women just wrap her up in their arms…Clark and Bruce both squeeze their coffee mugs so hard they shatter.

 

“Oh, I will get some more napkins,” Kidder-Reeves says she had heard and seen what happened.

 

“Thank you…sorry about the mug,” Clark says, with Bruce nodding.

 

…

 

“Here you go. It’s on the house today.” Kidder-Reves says with a smile as she sets the pie out in front of them. She puts two in front of Holly. A mother herself, she felt the girl was too skinny.

 

“Margot, there’s no need. I can pay.” Bruce protests. He never liked getting things in the house.

 

“On the House. And four to-go cups of coffee.” Margot says with a grin…she knew Bruce would leave the cost with her tip.

 

“Bruce, it’s on the house.” The owner yells from the kitchen. Bruce just lets out a groan. There were times Bruce thought Chris Reeves had hearing as good as Clark’s.

 

“I am still tipping,” Bruce says as he pouts.

 

“Your cute when you pout,” Selina says with a grin as she finishes her shake.

 

“I am not pouting.” Bruce protests as he takes a bite of his pie. He had been doing something on his phone since Holly confessed what they already knew.

 

“Bruce, you’re pouting,” Lois says flippantly as she finishes her shake and then takes a bite of her pie.

 

Bruce throws down seven twenties once they get up to leave. Selina hangs back, grabbing Bruce’s arm.

 

“Put my name in with yours.” She says simply. Bruce just nods.

 

“Clark, you’re driving,” Bruce says as he continues typing on his phone.

 

…

Fashion District 10 AM

…

 

“This is not Lex-mart!” Holly says in shock as they walk into the high-end boutique…she had never been in a store like this before.

 

“No, it’s not. We will go there later. You ladies get whatever you want.” Bruce says with a small smile.

 

Holly starts to browse the racks when her eyes go wide at the price tags.

 

“This is too much to spend…Mr. Wayne, we can just get some things at Lex…” Holly starts to protest in shock. She did not want to break the kind man’s wallet.

 

“Holly gets what you want. You could get everything in the store, and it would barely dent my bank account. So just have fun and pick what you want, all of you. Clark and I are basically here to carry your things.” Bruce says with a smile.

 

“Holly Bruce is a billionaire,” Lois says as she pulls up something on her phone.

 

“YOU’RE THE WAKANE BOX BRUCE WAYNE!” Holly screams in shock…it was released last month and blew even the Wayne Box 5 out of the water in terms of…everything.

 

“Yes, I am,” Bruce says simply…several employees come rushing over, hearing the girl's exclamation, smelling a massive commission….only to be cowed by Selina and Lois' glare. The two would not have vultures like them ruining the retail therapy Holly needed.

 

…

4 stores later 2 PM

…

 

“That hat looks cute on you, Holly. We are getting it.” Selina says, with Lois nodding in agreement. Clark and Bruce had filled the trunk with bags. And the back seat most of the way. Clark and Bruce had gotten a few things.

 

…

 

“Why are we at the Super Stich?” Lois asks, confused.

 

“You are going to need a dress, and Clark needs a better suit. I got you two a table at The Cello you’re dinner is on me.” Bruce says with a grin.

 

Losi and Clark’s eyes go wide. The Cello was impossible to get reservations at, yet Bruce just got them a last-minute table.

 

“Oh, Selina, you will need a dress to…I got us reservations there too for tomorrow…that is if om…” Bruce says with a blush, stumbling on his words a bit…this was actually the first time he had asked a woman out in a long time.

 

“If you’re asking me on a date, the answer is yes,” Selina says with a blush of her own.

 

“Clark and I are going to go down the street to get a suit. We can meet back here in a couple hours. Here is one of my black cards.” Bruce says with a smile as he takes out his wallet and hands a black credit card to them.

 

…

Parking lot 4PM

…

 

“Wait…when did Selina…She is good.” Bruce says with a bit of lust in his eyes as Selina, Lois, and Holly leave in his car. He was holding a garment bag.

 

“You have horrible taste in women, Bruce, don’t get me wrong, but you like bad girls way too much. Her, Lucie, Mercy, and now Selina.” Clark says with a grin holding a garment bag…he was surprised Segal’s tailoring got a nice tailor-made suit finished for each of them so fast.

“Says the guy whose every girlfriend he has ever had had the initials LL,” Bruce says, causing Clark to blush.

 

“True, well thankfully, my place is close. So let’s start walking.” Clark says with a smile.

 

“Why do I get the feeling this will not be the last time we are left in the parking lot?” Bruce says as they start walking.

 

…

Bruce’s Crusader at a red light.

…

 

“Selina, I can’t help but feel we forgot something,” Lois says from her spot in the passenger seat, wearing a new pair of chic square sunglasses.

 

“Tampons?… No, we got those, hmm…Must not have been all that important if we did.” Selina says with a shrug, a new pair of Cat’s eye-shaped sunglasses on her face.

 

“When did you buy those?” Lois asks as she pulls out a smoke offering one to Selina as she rolls the window down.

 

“Thanks. Oh, I just found them in my purse.” Selina says with a grin, having nicked them.

 

“OH, I love this song?” Holly says from the back seat. She has a new pair of round sunglasses, and Selina turns up the radio.  

 

…

8PM

…

 

“What’s a matter, Smallville? Never seen a pretty girl before? You look handsome in that.” Lois says with a smile that she was in a nice red dress that showed off her goods well, a pair of matching Cuban heels, and her makeup did impeccably well. She was pulling on her black leather jacket.

 

“You are not a girl. You are a woman and likely the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on, Lois.” Clark says with a smile he was dressed in a well-fitted blue suit with a red tie.

“Good answer,” Lois says as she blushes and wraps an arm around him.

 

…

12 AM

…

 

“Oh…that wine was so goooooood, your light on your feet, Smallville.” Lois slurs to Clark’s amusement. She had drunk way too much.

 

“Thank you, the food was fantastic. I liked that Aqua Pazza.” Clark says as he guides Lois out of the elevator, he did not really drink but preferred beer. He also blushed when he saw a note on his door.

 

“I am crasin in lis app oh come here, big boy,” Lois says as she squints, reading the note before kissing Clark hard, and lighting crashes through them.

 

“Lois, not tonight. Your drunk. It would not be right.” Clark says, blushing bright red.

 

“No…wan…right, not go my place though. Not want floor.” Lois slurs drunkenly, frowning.

 

…

Apartment 6-D

…

 

Selina finished pulling on her new nightshirt as Bruce laid back down on the couch, having thrown away several used condoms. They did not want Holly to see anything inappropriate. He pulls the blank over them as Selina cuddles into his chest.

 

“That was very … meow. I can’t feel my legs. I am glad you bought condoms.” Selina stated with a satisfied grin as she traced one of Bruce’s scars…this was the fastest she jumped into bed with anyone.

 

“I agree. Figured I should get them just to be safe, and I also owe Lois a new couch.” Bruce says with a blush and a grin.

 

“Why? Because I squirted all over it and your face?” Selina says with a dirty Cheshire grin.

 

“That and you bit a hole in the arm before we gaged you with the remains of my shirt so you would not wake Holly,” Bruce says, causing Selina to blush.

 

“I did…wait…Ya, I did have to spit out some of the couch. But, then again, your meow in bed, and I am loud.” Selina says sleepily that was honestly the best she had.

 

“So are you,” Bruce says with a smile. Selina was the best he had.

 

“Than…shit  Bruce I did not realize I clawed your chest this badly. Fortunately, Lois has an extensive first aid kit being an Army Brat…you feel pain, right? I always wondered about that.” Selina observes, then gets up to head to Lois's bathroom. Bruce looked down and saw four deep scratches across the center of his chest, so that was why his chest was stinging so bad.

 

“Oh…so that’s what that stinging is. Yes, I feel pain. It’s something that’s there to tell you where you’re damaged and then can be ignored. I trained to ignore it. I still want to kill that bastard…stole his car instead…me and a buddy crashed it into a wall before we left.” Bruce says as she comes out with Lois’s med kit and some gloves.

 

“Let’s Get you fixed up.” Selina says as she straddles him. They go at it again after she finishes stitching him up …Selina ends up biting another hole in the couch. She couldn’t help but notice Bruce relaxing as he fell asleep, his breathing changing and relaxing. Just before, she nodded off herself after noting she felt safe in his arms.

 

‘He might be the first man I have ever met.’ Selina thinks as she nods off.

 

…

9AM Apartment 3-D

…

 

“Oh god, my fucking head,” Lois says as she wakes up and takes in her surroundings as the sun's light assaults her eyes…. So this was Smallville's room, her dress was hung up, and she still had her thong on…her bra…and oh, Clark’s shirt from last night…why was she wearing Clark’s shirt?

 

“Fuck, I made a fool of myself…. Wait, where is Clark?... Oh, my sunglasses…. that’s better.” Lois a with a groan as she puts them on. She crawls out of bed and heads to the door…to find Clark sleeping on his couch…drooling a little bit. Lois decided to let him sleep for now…she could not cook. However, she could bake quite well…hopefully Bruce, Selina, and Holly went and got groceries…her flour should still be good. She wanted to make Clark breakfast as he was such a gentleman.

 

“Why is he wearing earbuds? Do I snore?” Lois wonders as she leaves a note just in case she opens the door…she needs Tylenol.

 

She walks over to her apartment and opens the door to see Selina and Bruce snuggling on her couch…and several empty condom wrappers.

 

‘Good for them, but they are going to scrub my couch…wait, what is that?’ Lois says as she catches sight of her couch.

 

“WHY THE FUCK IS THERE A FUCKING HOLE IN MY COUCH!” Lois yells in rage…this causes Selina and Bruce to both jumps up…and it wakes Clark.

 

“AHHHHHHHHHHHHH” Bruce and Selina both start awake. And Lois screams in pain, yelling was not a good idea, and Bruce and Selina end up falling off the couch.

 

“Why are there two holes in my couch?” Lois asks again, well holding her head.

 

“Sorry, Army Brat…I kinda bit through it… well, you know how loud I am. We did not want Holly to hear.” Selina says with a blush as she climbs off Bruce. After pulling her shirt down, she pulls up her new silk thong.

 

“I will buy you a new one,” Bruce says simply as he pulls his pants up.

 

“LOIS, ARE YOU ok?” Clark roars as he rushes into the apartment.

 

“AHHH noise too loud hung over. Selina bit through my couch. Well, she was getting cored out by Bruce last night…so I am getting a new couch.” Lois says as she holds her head.

 

“Good morning. What’s for breakfast?” Holly says with a yawn as she steps out of the room and scratches her head.

 

“I will cook. We got groceries last night.” Bruce as he stands up.

 

“WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR CHEST?” Holly screams in shock when she sees the white bandage on Bruce’s chest.

 

“Om…ya, Selina’s nails are sharp,” Bruce says with a blush as he rubs his right hand through his hair.

 

“OH!” Holly says with a massive blush lighting up her face.

 

…

Later Apartment 3-D

…

 

“What is this fruit stuff?” Holly asks, confused as they sit around…Clark's table, given Lois, did not have one.

 

“Oh, yummy, it's strawberry fruit topping for the pancakes. I love this stuff on them…oh, chocolate chip pancakes. So that’s why you bought potato starch…never had a man cook me breakfast after….” Selina says with a grin, then trails off, seeing Holly’s atomic blush.

 

“I guess I can try it,” Holly says, blushing bright red as she puts some on hers.

 

When she tries a bite, her eyes light up.

 

As Bruce takes a bite of baken, he gets a message from Lex on his phone.

 

….

The smartphone of Lex Luther

…

 

Lex: I made sure the paperwork got fast-tracked, and you're approved…you’re aware this Selina Kyle is likely The Cat, right? she is approved too.

 

Challenge: Yes, Lex, she is also a childhood friend…I will not let you hire her for any corporate espionage.

 

Lex: Ok, good, just be careful, kid. You have questionable taste in women…Do not tell Mercy I said that I am deleting this part of the text from my phone. You do the same thing.

 

Challenge: Done. I know I like bad girls, Lex; I will be careful.

 

Lex: I am glad Mercy is protective of you. Since you’re in Metropolis, I want you to be at the launching of the first rocket.

 

Challenge: You know I hate press conferences.

 

Lex: I told you; you need to make public appearances. I will have the best Attorney available waiting at the MPD tomorrow.

 

Challenge: I will be there. Fortunately, I have evidence.

 

Lex: Send me a copy I will forward it to the Attorney.

 

…

Apartment 3-D

…

 

“My former boss wants me to be at the launching of the first LexCorp rocket. Do you guys want to watch the launch?” Bruce asks as he sets his phone down. Selina notes Holly perks up at the mention of the launch. It was not her thing, but still seeing a rocket launch interested her.

 

“Perry is making us go,” Lois says simply, then bites into a piece of bacon.

 

“Oh, sounds fun. I will come.” Selina says simply as she takes a sip of coffee.

 

“This will be cool.” Holly cheers as she takes another bite of her pancakes.

 

…

7 PM

…

 

“What’s a matter, Handsome? Never seen a purrretty girl before?” Selina asks with a grin.

 

“You look as stunning as your eyes in that dress Selina.” Bruce says with a smile seeing Selina in a little purple Japanese silk dress, her makeup perfect, and a pair of comfortable heels on her feet.

 

“You look nummy, but your tie is a bit crooked,” Selina says as she fixes it. Bruce was in a black suit with a black tie. she wanted to kiss him, but she also wanted to eat at the Chello, and she knew if she kissed him now, they would not make it to the restaurant.

 

…

6-D 11PM

…

 

“I am so fucking glad Bruce is going to replace this couch,” Lois says as she draws circles in Clark’s chest. Clark just puffed up with pride.

 

“Hmm, mama’s still horny. Let’s go again.” Lois says with a grin as she strokes Clark to hardness and then straddles him. Unfortunately, the condoms Clark bought yesterday had not been opened…and were still in his apartment.

 

…

1AM

…

 

“We owe Clark a new bed,” Selina says as she snuggles into Bruce’s chest, Clark had chosen to give Bruce the same opportunity her…?

 

“Are we dating?” Selina asks with a thoughtful look.

 

“I Hope so. I am not looking for a fling…” Bruce starts to say when Selina silences him with a kiss. As with each of their kisses, lighting crashed up their spines.

 

“Good, we are dating, and you’re my boyfriend,” Selina says with finality as she snuggles into his chest. Neither realized they had forgotten condoms this time. Bruce wraps his arms around her, and they go to sleep. He notes Selina relaxed in his arms before her breathing became relaxed as he nodded off himself.

 

…

8 AM

…

 

“Hush, Lois, I want to make Bruce breakfast for rocking my world again. We need to be quiet as he is still asleep. So, you and Clark?” Selina whispers as she walks into Clark’s kitchen. Lois was wearing the shirt  Clark’s had on last night again. Selina had slipped into Bruce’s dress shirt.

 

“Oh ya. I am so glad that couch is getting replaced. I will make some breakfast pastries…. you make everything else.” Lois says she was limping to the kitchen. Both had fallen on their faces when they first rolled out of bed.

 

“I will teach you how to make breakfast. You really need to learn to cook.” Selina says with a grin.

 

“But I can bake…fine,” Lois says with a groan of acceptance. Her mother taught her to bake, but she had passed away before she could start teaching her to cook, and Lois never bothered to learn.

 

…

 

“Good morning, boys. Park your butts in chairs. We are making breakfast. Holly, you take a seat too.” Selina says with a grin matched by Lois. Clark had stumbled in, and Bruce stumbled out. Instead of sitting down, Bruce and Clark drop down and start doing pushups. Bruce doing one-finger pushups, and Clark doing three-finger pushups.

 

‘Love that my power blocker lets me get proper exercise.’ Clark thinks with a smile. He never really could build muscles until Bruce made one for him. He got an improved version after Bruce learned gadgetry from… some mad scientist. Bruce went for more well-toned muscles well Clark went for size.

 

Holly just fell into a chair; it always took her time to wake up. Lois poured a cup of orange juice for the girl.

 

“We are going to bring you MPD and the hospital today, Holly. A friend of mine got me made a temporary emergency guardian, so you will be able to continue to stay with us.” Bruce says with a smile.

 

“We will stay with you the entire time Holly,” Clark says, with Lois and Selina nodding in agreement. Holly nods nervously.

 

…

MPD

…

 

“Hi, I am Penelope Temüjin; you must be Mr. Wayne, Mis Kyle, Mis Lane, and Mr. Kent. This is the girl?” Penelope says, holding out her card. Penelope is a lovely twenty-six-year-old third-generation Mongolian American woman standing five foot two inches tall. She has a fairly athletic body. She is dressed immaculately in a gray suit, a burgundy blouse that hugs her B-cup suit, a knee-length pencil skirt, a pair of black nylons, and a pair of two-inch black heels. Her long auburn hair was in a tight bun, and her grey eyes were all business tempered with compassion.

 

“Nice to meet you. Yes, this is Holly Robertson.” Bruce says simply. He was dressed in another black suit he had bought. Clark was in a blue suit with red tie bruce bought him. Lois was in a new violet skirt suit, Selina in a black pants suit with a white blouse.

 

Holly was dressed in designer blue jeans and a yellow kitty T-shirt she got yesterday. Also, a brand new leather rockers jacket and a gray cabbie hat Selina insisted she get yesterday, finishing with a pair of brand new black boots.

 

…

 

Detective Samuel ‘Slam’ Bradly is a fifty-year-old grizzled 30-year veteran of both GCPD and MPD. He stands six-foot-one inch tall and is in decent shape for his age. He transferred out of Gotham when his last partner Lawrence ‘Larry’ Lance, was murdered, but he refused to dirty himself. He is dressed in a white button-up, a pair of black slacks, and a Band-Aid over his eyebrow. Slam was informed that he would be handling a delicate case involving some cross-jurisdiction whooty and child abuse with GCPD. Slam groaned when he saw the spitfire lawyer with the group…Penelope always dragged him over the coals.

 

“Hello, Lt. Slam Bradly. Nice to meet you.” Slam says as pleasantries are exchanged.

 

…

 

“Let’s start with the Child abuse case. Let’s get her to the hospital. I will get us in with the right doc for her at Metropolis Municipal Hospital.” Slam says he wanted to put his fist through his computer…again, the only thing stopping him was the fact that they had these cops cold. The day he did not want to slam his fist into something when it involved dirty cops or someone hurting a minor was the day he turned in his badge. He gets up, grabs his tan fedora, and pulls on his trench coat.

 

…

Metropolis Municipal Hospital

…

 

Dr. Leslie Pennyworth is a lovely and matronly older (1) half-African American half-French woman of fifty-two, standing five foot seven inches tall, sighed as she ran her fingers through her hair. She was dressed in a pair of pink scrubs that hid her b cups, round rear, and long legs. she took a moment to brush her salt and pepper brown hair back and clean her cats eye rim glasses with caring brown eyes. She possessed a double doctorate in general medicine and psychology with several specializations, so she tended to handle these cases. She used to live in Gotham but moved here with her husband eighteen years ago after her husband Alfred quit working for Thomas Wayne when the man refused to take in his illegitimate son. They were married, and soon after, she had her daughter Julia. Now she was going to examine a girl younger than her daughter that had gone through some… horrible things.

 

The girl already had some x-rays done, and her ribs alone showed signs of abuse. She had several healed fractures in her arm too. She takes a moment to steel herself, then knocks on the door of the room the girl was in and is pleasantly surprised.

 

“Bruce, your alive and tall!” Leslie exclaims as she rushes to her late best friend’s son and hugs him, a man who had been missing since he was eight years old. Leslie and her husband had planned to take the boy in when he ran from the orphanage he was staying at.

 

“Leslie, it’s been a long time,” Bruce says with a smile as he hugs the woman back.

 

“So, are you dating one of these lovely ladies? I am Doctor Pennyworth. Nice to meet you all.” Leslie says when she notices the woman next to him.

 

“So, you and Alfred tied the knot. Om, yes, actually, this is Selina.” Bruce says with a blush as he motions to his new girlfriend.

 

“Yes, I had a daughter with him too, so your, Holly. Please step outside. I need to examine her. If you get uncomfortable at any point, let me know.” Leslie says.

 

“Can Lois and Selina stay?” Holly asks nervously. She was dressed in a hospital gown with little cats on it.

 

“If you want them too, dear.” with that, Leslie ushers three men and one woman out.

 

…

 

“Holly has strep throat, she is underweight, and she has definitely been abused. My recommendation is removal from her home, given she is a runaway foster….” Leslie says, talking with Slam now, when Penelope interrupts her.

 

“My client will be taking her in. They have been approved as emergency guardians. here is the paperwork, Doctor Pennyworth.” Penelope says, simply handing over the paperwork.

 

“Good, and Bruce Alfred and I will want to have you over for dinner. Bring Selina and Holly…you know what my shift is almost over, I will text Alfie. You’re all coming over for dinner.” Leslie says, her tone leaving no room for argument.

 

“It’s been a while since I had a home-cooked meal,” Slam says. The last time he had a home-cooked meal was over Christmas His son Samuel Bradly JR. was married with a daughter. Slam’s ten-year-old granddaughter Sandra who had him wrapped around her little finger and wanted to be an investigative journalist.

 

…

To be continued

…

 

I want to thank CatONineTailz for helping me depict Holly Robertson, as I don’t know much about her.

 

1: I am Using Batman: Imposter Leslie Tompkins since I have Julia as her daughter in this, and I am using the Earth Prime version of Julia in the next chapter.

Chapter 3: For Lack of A nail?

Summary:

We meet the Pennyworths, Kents, and a few heroes in this chapter. Among them is Diana Trever...who is that dark-haired sixteen-year-old (?) girl trying to kill Wonder Woman? find out in this chapter.

Chapter three: For Lack of A nail?

 

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Pennyworth home Metropolis, Midvale 3:30 PM

…

 

Alfred TC Pennyworth is a handsome older British gentleman of age fifty-four, standing six feet tall with a swimmer’s physique with short thinning salt and pepper black hair (thanks to his daughter’s antics). He is dressed in a pair of black slacks and a white button-up. His blue eyes contain wisdom beyond wisdom. His wife rang him, letting him know she was bringing six guests for dinner, so Alfred popped over to the shop to get the things for a large meal. He has been a house husband for eighteen years; however, he still made some very wise and shrewd investments over the years, making a rather large fortune. His wife, however, enjoyed her work at the hospital too much to quit (she always says she wants to go back to Gotham and open a free clinic in the East End). He also founded a small acting trope and theater company here in Metropolis that had just finished a run of King Lear which Alfred got to perform in the titular role.

 

“I home. What’s for dinner, Dad?” A sixteen-year-old Julia Jada Pennyworth asks her voice a mix of Alfred’s British accent, her mother’s Park Row accent, and a lot of Metropolis Hoyt poly. She steps in, dressed in her school uniform for St. Josephine’s Private School. The uniform showed off her svelte, athletic physique and consisted of a white button-up that hugged her small B cups, a brown blazer, a black tie, and a red pleated skirt that showed off her long-toned legs but not her round butt and a pair of black stockings. (Alfred hated that she wore her skirt above her knees, but at least she wore a pair of short shorts under it…and his wife overruled him on that subject). She wore her brown hair in a boy cut and had her father’s blue eyes.

 

“Hello, my dear. We will be having six guests over for dinner. We are having my pot roast with mashed potatoes and gravy with mixed vegetables. How was school?” Alfred asks with a smile at the sight of his little girl.

 

“Yum, school was good. Who are our guests?” Julia asks as she licks her lips. Her father was an amazing cook(and taught her how to cook), and his pot roast was fantastic. She goes to the fridge and grabs a bottle of coke.

 

“An old acquaintance of your mothers named Bruce, a few of his friends along with Detective Bradley, and a young girl that has gone through a lot. Dinner will be a while as I had to pop over to the shop to get the things.” Alfred informs his daughter as he continues to cut carrots.

 

“Well, I’ll get changed and help you, prep Dad,” Julia says as she heads up to her room. She changed out of her school uniform into a pair of Blue Jeans and a Gotham Knights (Soccer) T-shirt. Then came down to help her dad prep dinner pulling on her Pink frilly Zaku II apron.

 

…

6 PM

…

 

“I am home with guests,” Leslie says with a smile as she leads her guests into the room. The home was tastefully decorated in a more classic old-world style. You could see a nice leather couch, a large tv, an antique wroght iron end table, an antique coffee table in the living room, and several paintings on the walls. Leslie and Julia enjoyed browsing the local antique shops together on the weekends.

 

“MOM!!!!!!!!!!!!! WHY DID YOU NOT SAY IT WAS BRUCE WAYNE WHO WAS COMING OVER!!!!!!!” Julia screams as she sees the handsome young billionaire step into the house and blushes bright red. She may be a tomgirl, but she would have put on something a lot nicer had she known…and left her makeup on instead of removing it…she stormed up to her room to put on some makeup.

 

“…you’re a billionaire Bruce?” Leslie says, confused as she cocked an eyebrow at him. She had yet to get a chance to ask what he was up to the last eighteen years.

 

“…Yes,” Bruce says simply.

“Bruce, you're alive…you look like your father, but you have your mother’s eyes and nose,” Alfred says, raising his voice as his eyes widen in shock. He had thought the boy was his old employer at first. Alfred was stoically controlling his tears. He was glad the boy was alive.

 

“It’s been a long time, Alfred,” Bruce says with a smile as he takes off his shoes.

 

“Slam is good to see you.” Alfred then greets his friend.

 

…

Two weeks and five days later, Lex Corp press conference and rocket launch

…

 

“Yes, Miss Lane, the rumors were true. I was trying to see if I could get a shotty product sold to the government. However, fortunately, I had some sense talked into me by a friend. If something goes wrong, I will turn myself into the authorities.” Lex says, humor in his voice. He was dressed in his usual black suit. He loves addressing massive crowds, and he loves the feeling of standing above them.

 

Bruce, dressed in a black suit and a long leather trenchcoat, was not paying much attention to his mentor as he was holding back Selina’s hair as she puked into a trashcan. Selina is dressed in a nice pair of Jordache jeans she had broken in, so they fit her butt just right, and a purple button-up blouse. Selina is wearing calf-high lace-up stiletto-heeled boots that Bruce loved to see her legs in with her jeans pulled over them. Finishing her look was her trusty rocker's jacket and a new sizeable gray leather purse.

 

Before Lois could make a retort, she held her hand in front of her mouth and ran for the trashcan, Clark following behind her in a new blue and white suit with a tan canvas trench coat. Clark held Lois’s hair back as she puked. Lois is in a lavender pants suit(she wanted to wear a skirt, but it was still too cold for that.). Bruce got her on their shopping trip. She had a large purse with her.

 

“Fuck, how come you three have not caught this fucking flu?” Lois asked as she finished puking. Selina and Lois rinse their mouths out with the coffee Clark had got them that Holly had been holding.

 

“Could you two be pregnant?” Holly asks as she knows the two new couples have been going at it rather often(the walls of Lois’s bedroom are not that thick). Lois and Selina do a spit take as Clark and Bruce pale and look at each other before patting their girlfriends on their backs as they cough.

 

“So, you’re the new woman in Bruce’s life. Mercy Graves.” Mercy says she is dressed as she usually is. She had stepped down from behind Lex and strutted up to the pair group glaring at Selina, which the other woman matched… Bruce just gulped and resisted the urge to hide behind Clark as his ex-girlfriend /friend (well, she referred to him as her boy toy, or cruder things when they were together) and current girlfriend meet…both were scary at times.

 

‘Ok, I have superpowers and know these two can't hurt me, and yet their glares scare the crap out of me.’ Clark thinks to himself. He noticed Lois go loose, ready to help her friend if she needed it. Clark blushed bright red at Selina's response.

 

“You’re the ex I have heard about…Selina Kyle, nice to meet you. Don’t worry, I am taking good care of your former man toy. I fuck him at least twice a day and make sure to cook at least one meal for him because this man is a fantastic cook and life-changing in bed.” Selina says with a smirk as she links her arm with his resting her head on his shoulder. Selina realized Bruce was the only man she had ever met.

 

“Yes, he is. Ok, I think I like you, but if you hurt him, I will have to kill you…So do you ladies really need to pee on a stick?” Mercy asks with a curious look as she was actually a massive gossip.

 

“Gossip later, the rocket is about to launch,” Holly says excitedly as she stares at the launch pad. She is dressed in a pair of cargo pants, a new leather jacket like Selina’s new winter boots, and a kitty t-shirt.

 

With that, the six go to watch. The rocket takes off in a roaring burst of fire, soaring into the sky, then halfway up, a burst of fire blooms in the wrong section as a hole appears.

 

“Clark arctic breath, bring it down in the atmosphere…we will have to talk with Luther later…He is going to freak out about you. I will handle Luther, but he will have to meet you too… You’re going to have to tell Lois too, given ya…the girls are likely pregnant.” Bruce whispers, knowing his best friend can hear him.

 

“Arrest me.…Look up in the sky…is that a bird?… Its not a plane…IT’S A FLYING MAN!?” Lex says with a resigned sigh says. Then he sees the flying man and starts to freak out. Bruce slips a note saying he will explain later into Lex’s hand as he passes by the shocked man. Everyone watched, captivated, as the flying man blows out the fuel and set down the rocket before tearing out the booster section removing the frozen fuel before taking off into space. He managed to slow the burn, but it would catastrophically catch fire again the moment it started warming up.

 

“Clark, don’t go too high into the atmosphere, or your clothes will burn off on the way down,” Bruce whispers softly. Clark blushed, having not actually thought of that.

 

…

Moments later

…

 

“Where is Smallville?” Lois asks, worried as she looks around.

 

“Right here, Lois, wow, that sure was something. Let’s start interviewing,” Clark says calmly, adjusting his tie, having redressed in his blue suit as he pulls out a notepad.

 

“We will get the tests and meet you back at your apartment,” Selina says, not wanting to stay around.

 

…

A few hours later, Apartment 6-D

…

 

“You waited to take it until we could do it together…you were nervous,” Lois teases with a strained smile on her face …she was nervous too. She just finished peeing on her own stick. They had gotten the new easy-to-read ones.

 

“…Yes, it’s so… life changing.” Selina says as they are waiting for the results now. Bruce and Clark wrap their girlfriends up in their arms as they wait for five minutes. Then they all scream.

 

“AHHHAHAHAHA, I FINALLY BEAT YOU, YOU LITTLE BITCH!” Holly yells triumphantly, then starts cackling as she manages to beat the girl she has been getting her butt kicked by for the last week. She was wearing headphones as she played DBZ’s latest fighting game on Lois’s tv. Bruce had gotten her a WaKane box two weeks ago. Her opponent was called Sassyladyquips359.

 

“Well, that took the tension away…let’s go check the results,” Lois says, shrugging the tension gone. With that, Selina and Lois head to the bathroom.

 

“FUCK I AM PREGNANT!” Lois and Selina yell as they see positive. Then, they storm out, holding up the positive test as if they were lethal weapons.

 

“We are keeping them!” Selina and Lois say firmly as they slap the tests on their boyfriend’s chest.

 

“Clark, show them. Selina, what do you think of Jacob if it’s a boy and Martha if it’s a girl?” Bruce says with a giant smile as he wraps Selina up in his arms…Bruce’s smile freaked Clark out, and he started looking for the 4 Horsemen with his X-ray vision, as his friend had never had such a radiantly happy smile on his face before.

 

“I like Helena if it’s a girl, so how about Helena Martha… WHAT THE FUCK CLARK IS FLYING!” Selina, Lois, and Holly scream as Clark removes his glasses and starts hovering. Then Bruce’s phone starts ringing.

 

“Hello…Yes, I will act as your lesion for LexCorp in the investigation…got it; I will pick them up at eight from the airport…Yes, I am happy… because I am going to be a father… Thanks. I will have ‘the flying man’ meet you when you’re out of prison. No, he is definitely not a threat. He was raised here on Earth…I used to work for his parents… He is adopted. Bye, Luther.” Bruce says, still a bit in shock that he is going to be a father and is very happy about it.

 

“Well…come on guys, I think we should tell my parents they are going to be grandparents…plus well, I just want to introduce you to my parents, Lois, and they worry about Bruce,” Clark says with a smile.

 

“Are they like you? Wait, how are we going to get to Kansas?” Lois asks, wondering just how many of whatever Clark is are on Earth.

 

“I am Kryptonian, and as far as I am aware, I am the only one on the planet. My parents are human. However, I don’t know much about Krypton, so there is that. Holly, you’re coming too. I can fly Lois, so that’s how we are getting there.” Clark says simply.

 

“Oh, ya, that’s right,” Lois says with a sheepish grin. With that, they get their coats and shoes on. Clark takes Lois into a bridle carry as Bruce, with Selina sitting in Bruce’s lap, sits on Clark's back, Holly behind them.

 

“Up, Up, and Away,” Clark says with a smile.

 

“WHOOOWHOOO, THIS IS SO AMAZING!” Holly says with childlike glee as they fly.

 

‘He still does that?’ Bruce thinks, sweat dropping.

 

“Yes, it is,” Selina says, feeling a thrill.

 

“Don’t worry. I got you, Lois.” Clark says with a smile.

 

“Oh, and who has you, Smallville?” Lois says with a smirk as she enjoys the ride…and a few dirty thoughts enter her head on things they will definitely be doing when it’s a bit warmer.

 

…

Kent Farm, Smallville Kansa’s 4 PM

…

 

The two-story home is decorated in a very welcoming way. The family room has a nice blue couch, a good-sized TV, a couple of blue recliners, and a wooden rocking chair.

 

“Well, John…looks like Clark is here with some friends.” An older woman of sixty says as she looks up out the window to see her son flying in.

 

She got up and was going to make some coffee…but got the feeling hot chocolate would be better. She stands five foot three inches tall with gray hair her cascading down her shoulders and kind saintly blue eyes. She kept in great shape, wearing a pink hoodie with a darker pink stripe that hugged her modest B cups and a pair of mom jeans. She had a pair of white socks on her feet and some chic wire-rim glasses to finish her look. She goes to the kitchen, gets a small stock pot out, and grabs the whole milk, cocoa powder, and some powdered sugar, finding it preferable. This is Martha ‘Ma’ Clark Kent, Clark's adopted mother.

 

Her husband is a sixty-year-old man with the build of an ex-Marine with a bit of a belly. He wore a pair of horn-rim glasses like his sons, had short gray hair, and was reasonably handsome with saintly blue eyes. He still was in ok shape. His blue button-up hung on broad shoulders, a brown jacket, and a pair of blue jeans. This is Johnathan Kent Clark’s adopted father. He gets up to greet them at the door.

 

“Oh, Bruce, hi, it’s been eight years. It's good to see you’re well. We have been worried about you. So Clark, is one of these lovely ladies your girlfriend?” John asks with a smile as he opens the door and pulls his son into a hug as his son as the younger man takes off his aviator cap.

 

“Yes, this is Lois Lane, my girlfriend, Selina is Bruce’s girlfriend, and this is Holly Robertson. Bruce and Selina are currently fostering her. Everyone, these are my parents, John and Martha Kent. Oh, shoes off.” Cark says as he points as they enter the Farmhouse and take off their shoes. The name Lane and Lois’s looks were ringing a bell for Martha.

 

“Lois Lane, nice to meet you,” Lois says nervously as she holds out her hand.

 

“Don’t worry. We are humans. I can show you Clarks rocket later.” John says with a smile as he shakes her hand.

 

“Bruce, it’s nice to see you again. Come in out of the cold. I made Hot cocoa.” Martha says with a maternal smile as she hugs her son, then pulls Bruce into a hug.

 

“Selina Kyle, nice to meet you,” Selina says as she shakes John’s hand.

 

…

 

“So why are you guys visiting?” Martha says simply. They all take a seat in the family room.

 

Clark blushed bright red as he tried to find his words. The man was an accomplished author, having a best-selling book, but could not find the words to tell his parents he got his girlfriend pregnant.

 

“Clark and I forgot to use protection one night, and you’re going to be grandparents,” Lois says, not beating around the bush. John sputters just like his son at that. Martha decided she liked Clark’s girlfriend.

 

‘Looks like I will have a grandbaby to spoil in nine months.’ Martha thinks happily.

 

“Well, can you cook, dear? I take it you’re in the same boat Miss Kyle.” Martha says with a happy smile. Selina acting uncharacteristically shy, just nodded…she was not used to such a warm environment.

 

‘Selina Kyle, you’re The fucking Cat, you have a pair of nice big tits, and you know how to fake confidence…so why are you acting like a kitten in a new environment.’ Selina scolds herself.

 

“I can bake. Selina is going to teach me to cook, my mom passed before she could teach me, and I just never bothered to learn.” Lois admits she liked Clark’s mother already.

 

“Nonsense, I will give all three of you some lessons as a woman should never live on takeout alone. Clark can easily pop you guys here. We will start today with dinner you five are staying. Have you two made doctor’s appointments for checkups?” Martha says, a no-nonsense tone in her voice. She could already tell the two women were keeping the babies. She would make sure they were up to her standards of cooking.

 

“I will call Leslie and set up some apps for you two,” Bruce says when the doorbell rings. Clark gets up to answer it.

 

“You’re the man from the launch!” Clark says, pointing at a tall African American man standing six foot even. He is handsome, keeps in shape, and is dressed in a tan trench coat, a black suit with a white undershirt, and a pair of sunglasses.

 

“My name is J’onn J'onzz Or Jones…like you, Mr. Kent, I am not from this planet. Congratulations, you two. I am not Kryptonian; I am a Martin…I would rather not shift to my true form out in public.” J’onn says politely. He felt bad for intruding on the last Kryptonian’s mind the way he did…J’onn was shocked he could not get a surface read on the other young man nor the green-eyed young woman.

 

…

 

“You guys are remarkably unflappable,” J’onn says as he shifts back to his human form. His true form tended to make locals nervous. Holly was looking at him with stars in her eyes. She had been acting more like the kid she was the last few weeks.

 

“We raised a baby who could lift a tractor with his pinky by the time he was two. Do you have any special dietary restrictions, Mr. Jones? I need to pop to the market to get the things for dinner you’re staying. Here have a cup of hot cocoa.” Martha says as she had made plenty.

 

“Thank you, Mrs. Kent. No, there are no restrictions on my diet. I find the food to be the second-best thing about Earth.” J’onn says with a smile feeling truly welcome for the first time in a long time. He had been on Earth a long time.

 

“Oh, what’s the first?” John asks curiously.

 

“Television, I especially like cartoons,” J’onn says simply with a smile.

 

“Interesting, there are some good cartoons out there. What’s your favorite?” the old man asks with a smile.

 

“Transformers,” J’onn says with a smile.

 

“Come on, ladies, you three are coming with me to the market,” Martha says with a smile. Her tone says don’t argue with me…so Lois, Selina, and Holly grab their coats.

 

…

Smallville Groceries

…

Lois and Selina had tossed their cigarettes into the trash as they passed, they knew smoking was bad for the buns in their ovens, and they were going to quit cold turkey.

 

“Ok, Lois, your lessons begin now,” Martha says as she leads the younger woman through the store. All three would learn a lot from the old mom.

 

“Oh, Lois, I take it your General Sam Lane’s eldest daughter, right?” Martha says, finally putting together where she knew Lois from.

 

“Yes, the old general is my father,” Lois says with a shrug.

 

“I knew your mother before she passed. We got into some trouble in our day. I could tell you some stories.” Martha says with a kind smile. Lois’s eyes go wide. Her father does not like to talk about her mother.

 

“I would love that, Mrs. Kent,” Lois says with a radiant smile.

 

“I can also tell you’re both excited yet terrified about being mothers. I will give you my number. You can call me if you need anything. I will do my best, dears.” Martha says with a kind smile.

 

…

Kent Farm Later.

…

 

“You surprise me, Mr. Wayne. I know how to work this from Clark’s memories from when he was still relatively young, you, on the other hand, got it turned on your own. But I take it you can’t read it. So let me in your mind a little bit. I am going to give you all a little gift.” J’onn says softly.

 

“Sure,” Bruce says, letting down his mental walls a bit; Selina does the same; J’onn downloads the Kryptonian language into their minds.

 

“That felt weird…well, suppers ready. Let’s eat, then you three can mess around with that doohickey.” Martha says simply, yet her tone says don’t argue with me.

 

“Yes, Ma/Mrs. Kent.” Clark bruce and J’onn say. Bruce had been calling Martha Ma a week after he started working for the Kents.

 

…

Later

…

 

The men were doing the dishes well the woman chatted in the family room.

 

“So, you two are both excited yet terrified about becoming fathers. It’s easy to see even without reading your minds.” J’onn says as he takes a sip of the lemonade Selina had made them. It was the best he had ever had.

 

“Yes, it is that easy to see in you two. Of course, there is nothing wrong with that.” John says with a grin.

 

“Children are a gift. I had two beautiful daughters on Mars… before…the war.” J’onn says sadly. John put his hand on the other man’s shoulder. All three of the men could know what that tone meant.

 

…

 

“Selina… Let’s just get hitched in Vegas tonight for now. But, if something happens to me, I want…” Bruce blurts out as Selina comes into the kitchen to refill her lemonade.

 

“I will get my coat. Clark, we will need a lift.” Selina says with a smile…she knew Bruce was just worrying about the future. And she understood where he was coming from.

 

“Why don’t we get hitched as well, Clark? We can go on a honeymoon after Bruce finishes up with that investigation of the rocket Luther asked him to do.” Lois says with a smile…Clark blushed red but shyly nodded.

 

“You’re waiting until midnight, you four. Bad luck otherwise. How fast can you fly, Mr. Jones? It’s not fair to ask Clark to make two trips.” Martha says, her tone making everyone listen.

 

“I think I am fast enough. Clark could use some flying lessons.” J’onn says with a challenging smirk at Clark.

 

…

Los Vegas, a jewelry store

…

 

“Just gold for now. You two will get us something nice for a larger ceremony later.” Lois says as they enter the jewelry store.

 

“I can agree with that,” Selina says with a smile.

 

“Nothing is wrong with just a simple… Oh, those are some nice rocks.” Martha says as she takes a look at the jewelry. The women end up with plain platinum bands well the men get gold.

 

…

Metropolis airport the next day at 7 AM

…

 

Bruce stood holding a sign reading Diana Trever outside the airport. He was dressed up for the occasion in another of his black suits and had a LexCorp ID Mercy had given him on. He was fiddling with the new gold band on his left ring finger. He would have to be far more careful with the mission, given he had a kid on the way. That’s when A beautiful six-foot-two-inch-tall Greek woman who fit the description of the government inspector he was picking up walked out of the airport. She looked to be about twenty-five years old with the build and proportions of a warrior goddess.

 

She catches sight of Bruce and starts making his way toward him. She was dressed in a gray blazer, a white silk blouse that hugged her D cups and showed off her waist, a pair of tailored black slacks that showed off her large heart-shaped butt, and a pair of two-inch-high heels, making her height six foot even. It was always nice to see a woman who knew how to walk in heels, as so few seemed to know how to do it these days. He notes the gold band on her left ring finger. Her wavy black hair was blowing in the wind, and she had three suitcases with her. He could not tell what color her eyes were due to her sunglasses. However, he found it interesting she wore round frames. Bruce assumes this is Mrs. Trever, then she suddenly turns green and makes a beeline for the nearby trashcan.

 

…

 

Diana Prince was not happy she got pulled out of fieldwork due to being pregnant, and she got stuck as a government inspector for things like the disaster of the rocket launch. ARGUS also tasked her to investigate the ‘Superman’ that saved the rocket. However, she was happy she and her husband of ten years, Steven Trever, were finally having a baby…and that she was having a baby. Steve was getting older and would not be able to keep up with a daughter if they waited to start trying any longer…she wanted another daughter Steve wanted a son. The inflight meal was ok for airline food. She had three bags with her…she saw a rather handsome dangerous happy, yet sullen-looking man holding a sign with her name on it and a LexCorp ID…Diana thought she would be meeting Mercy Graves…again.

 

‘What is Bruce Wayne doing with LexCorp Id’ Diana wonders to herself.

 

“Suffering Sappho, I am going to puke!” Diana says to herself out loud as she rushes to a trashcan and pukes up the two muffins she had for breakfast. But, Amazon self-sustenance or not, she needed food for the baby to develop properly.

 

‘Suffering Sappho, I forgot how much morning sickness is such a bitch!’ Diana wondered to herself as she finished puking. She then grabbed her luggage and continued toward the man as if nothing had happened.

 

“Hello, I am Diana Prince. Nice to meet you, Mr. Wayne.” Diana introduced herself, her voice somewhat low, confident, and full of kindness, with an accent that was hard to pin down. She held out her hand to Bruce.

 

…

 

“Nice to meet you, interesting bracelets. I was hoping we could meet my wife and some friends for breakfast before we head to the crash site…here.” Bruce says as he takes the woman’s luggage and puts it in the trunk, handing her a handkerchief.

 

“Yes, and yes. Thank you, they were my mothers and for the hanky. It’s been a long time since I saw another 66 Crusader.” Diana says with a smile. She had one of these in her car collection. However, hers was red with blue stripes and a white star on the hood. She hands the hanky back to Bruce after wiping her mouth. She notes the modernized electronics as she gets in.

 

‘I did not know he was married, but he is wearing a ring…new…very new, no indentation.’ Diana observed.

 

…

 

“Grrrr, Suffering Sappho, I hate traffic. And Metropolis has bad metal stations.” Diana growls as they get stuck in traffic. She was tempted to get out and start throwing cars out of the way as she always is…she has never acted on her impulse, though.

 

“I have XM satellite radio. Help yourself.” Bruce says calmly.

 

‘Who knew Wonder Woman hated being stuck in traffic.’ So Bruce thinks as Diana puts on an 80s metal station, and she smiles as Twisted Sister’s The Price starts playing.

 

Bruce notes the motorcycle that might be following them.

 

…

8 AM

…

 

“They just got here too, Bruce. Congratulations on both your marriage and the kid.” Margot says with a smile as she leads Bruce and the Government woman.

 

“Could I have your autograph later, Mis Trever,” Margot says with a smile recognizing Wonder Woman.

 

“Yes, the glasses don’t always work. So, you’re having a child too, Mr. Wayne?” Diana says with a smile. She had put on a pair of square thick rimed purple glasses when she came in.

 

“Yes, we are, Selina Wayne. Nice to meet you, Diana…OH MY GOD, YOUR MMMMHHHHHH.” Selina yells, recognizing one of her childhood idols. Bruce covers her mouth. It takes Lois a moment, but her mouth ends up needing to be covered too. Both women were giddy.

 

“Suffering Sappho… Yes, please don’t yell it out.” Diana says, exasperated, her hand covering Lois’s mouth. Clark looks confused.

 

“Clark, this is Wonder Woman,” Bruce says simply. Holly’s eyes go wide, and her mouth ends up needing to be covered, so she does not shout it out to the room.

 

“So, what’s good here? I will sign you guys each an autograph later. Selina is not the only one with a bun in her oven, and I tossed my muffins up after I landed.” Diana says.

 

“No, she is not,” Lois says with a grin.

 

“Congratulations…Mis?” Diana asks with a smile.

 

“Lois Kent, but I am keeping Lane in my articles,” Lois says with a smirk. Both she and Selina decided to take their new husbands' last names.

 

“Oh, I read your article about Superman and the rocket incident. You got talent.” Diana says with a smile.

 

“Thank you. The pancakes are great here.” Lois states with a giddy smile she got praised by Wonder Woman.

 

…

10 AM, the rocket

…

 

“Blast pattern indicates sabotage and not a failure of the materials. Portable metal identifier states it is the right alloy specs I ordered.” Bruce says as he begins analyzing the blast. Diana was amazed by the man as he worked. Even though the rocket was damaged (although not as much as she expected), he quickly found several pieces of the device used to damage it. The man was good.

 

“DIANA OF THEMISCURA, I AM YOUR RECKONING!” A five-foot nine-inch-tall young woman bellows, appearing from nowhere as she removes her motorcycle helmet, showing her long black hair; her face is a familial match Diana’s. She had a golden crown that made it look like she had horns, and her smoldering angry blue eyes matched Diana’s. She removed her leather jacket, revealing her C cup ‘Furies’ were clad in a Wonder Crest breastplate that covered her abdomen and red top. She wore tight blue pants with armored greaves that hugged her generous, heart-shaped rump and long muscular legs. At her waist is a double-edged sword and a whip. She draws both weapons.

 

“DONNA!” Diana says, her voice higher, and Bruce can hear the shock. Donna rushed her intent to finally end Diana’s life.

 

Bruce grabs the woman and uses her momentum to throw her away from Diana.

 

“Human bug, how dare you interfere!” Donna says as she lashes her whip at Bruce, who dodges out of the way as the whip cuts through a section of the rocket. Bruce shucks off his jacket as he almost gets scared by the sword. He fires a punch into the woman’s face. It was like punching concrete.

 

“You call that a punch,” Donna says with an evil grin as she rears back her left hand. Bruce flips over her as her fist tears through the hull of the rocket.

 

“Clark, I am going to need some help!” Bruce says, wishing he had some of his tools with him. He would have to devise something so he could carry them anywhere.

 

That’s when a blue and red streak blurs in and wraps the woman up in a bear hug. Clark arrived in the suit his mom made him from the cloth he was swaddled in as a baby…Bruce liked the look with the cape and trunks. She had to have based it on old circus strongmen suits—his house crest across his chest.

 

 

“LET ME GO, KRYPTONIAN! THIS IS BETWEEN ME AND MY FUCKING DEADBEAT MOM!” Donna says as she headbutts him. Clark’s nose develops a trickle of blood.

 

“Get her hands behind her,” Bruce says. Then he is suddenly and violently shoved aside by Diana with a casual flick of her arm. This simple, effortless action sends him into the wall.

 

‘Note to self, develop good body armor.’ Bruce thinks to himself, glad he managed to roll with the impact.

 

“GET YOUR HANDS OFF, MY BABY GIRL, YOU MAN!” Diana screams like the angry mother she is spitting the word man as if it were a curse as she rears back her right hand. Thunder rings out from the room as Diana’s fist meets Clark’s face knocking him away from Donna…Then she wraps her arms around Donna in a hug.

 

“MY BABY, YOUR ALIVE!” Diana says as she squeezes donna hard with a radiant smile on her face and cries tears of joy while kissing her daughter’s cheeks.

 

“What are you doing to me?! Why are you crying?” Donna says, confused, and had dropped her sword and whip as she shoved her hands in her mother’s face…. this was not how she pictured her confrontation with her mother going …She starts wiggling, trying to get free from her mother’s iron grip.

 

“My little wonder, you’re alive. Where did you and your father go? Where have you been? I came home, and you were gone. It’s called a hug and kiss. I gave you them often when you were a little girl…WHAT DID STEPHAN DO TO YOU!? I AM GOING TO GELD HIM WHEN I SEE HIM AGAIN FOR WHATEVER HE DID TO YOU, BABY.” Diana asks, anger blazing in her eyes at what she thought was her dead ex-husband may have done to her baby.

 

“LET ME GO! THIS IS TOO WEIRD! AHAAA FREEDOM! I AM GOING HOME! I came here to kill you…and you…you missed me…no, I need to think!….” Donna says as she finally gets free of her mother’s grasp and reaches for something that was not there. She then starts padding herself down and turns around to look for something. Her eyes teared up as she stares at her mother.

 

“I…I…no I…. where is it…that’s right, I had Lashina send me here to avoid dad finding out I snuck off to Earth again….no…no, no…NO! I…I…I…I…I forgot my Father Box…I am stuck here with nowhere to go!” Donna says Bruce notes she looks like a sixteen-year-old girl who forgot her cell phone…Donna was five hundred years old, the new god equivalent of sixteen.

 

“Owww, what hit me? AHHH, WHAT ITS THIS FEELING IT’S LIKE…LIKE, I DON’T KNOW WHAT IT IS; IT JUST HURTS!!!! AM I GOING TO DIE?” Clark says as he sits up, then realizes his face hurts.

 

“Wonder woman hit you, Clark. What you’re feeling is pain. Let me see. You’re going to have a nice shiner for a day or so, but you will be fine…Diana, your hand is swelling up. Clark, check to make sure her bones are aligned right… Let's head to Clark’s apartment and get you guys some ice. Donna, right? Clark, your nose is bleeding.” Bruce says with a sigh as he wipes up Clark’s blood with one hanker chief well, throwing another at him.

 

“Om, yes,” Donna responds shyly.

 

‘The human bug is handsome.’ She thinks…she was not used to being around men as she was part of the Female Furies…the only man she saw was her dad on his rare visits and Darkseid.

 

“I don…wow, I am bleeding…I have red blood…who knew?” Clark says, awed…he had never bled before. Bruce rolls his eyes at his friend's wonder.

 

“I am going to puke!” Diana says as morning sickness hits her, she runs to the hole in the rocket and pukes.

 

“Amazons don’t get sick. What’s wrong with mom? Is it contagious? AM I GOING TO DIE FROM SOME WEIRD EARTH DISEASE!!!!!” Donna freaks out, throwing her hands into the air melodramatically, and starts to hyperventilate. Bruce groans again.

 

“Your mother is pregnant, so it’s only contagious …your mom can give you the talk. I am not going to do it!” Bruce says with a sigh…he got the feeling this would not be the weirdest thing to happen to him.

 

“WHAT!!! I AM GOING TO BE A BIG SISTER???? HOW WHO IS THE…WHAT… too much…Wonder Girl is out!” Donna says as everything becomes too much for her, her eyes roll back into her head, and she passes out. Diana catches her and hefts her up into her arms.

 

“Well, we have proven its sabotage…the crime scene is contaminated now…Clark, go let the girls know we are on the way home with a hostel half Amazon…the evidence is bagged and tagged…I hope she did not kill the guards.” Bruce says with a sigh as he grabs the collected evidence. Diana carried her baby to the waiting car.

 

…

3 PM apartment 6-D.

…

 

Bruce and the others had gone to Lois’s apartment to wait for Donna to wake up. They had laid her out on the new couch bed. The adults were playing gin, well, Holly was gaming again. Bruce’s phone rings and he pulls it out, answering it.

 

 

“Bruce, I  have some news about Holly’s father, and Her assailants will also be coming in to ‘ID you and Selina….’” Slam’s voice comes from his phone. The conversation is not that long. Bruce goes up to Holly and gets her attention.

 

“Holly…Slam just found out your father was killed two days ago in a barfight.” Bruce says gently. Despite everything the man had done to her, Holly still cried for her father. Bruce hesitates. He wants to pull Holly into a hug but does not want to make her uncomfortable. Instead, Selina pulls the girl into a hug and lets her cry on her shoulder, and soon all three women envelop the girl in a hug. Donna was still out on the couch snoring, Bruce wanted to wake her up and question her, but the look Diana gave him as he approached her with smelling salts in his hand made him think twice.

 

“I will get started on dinner,” Bruce says calmly, knowing it was better to leave it to the women.

 

“I will help,” Clark says with a sad look at Holly.

 

…

MPD Station

…

 

“My buddies are here because you have a pair of suspects in custody who assaulted them.” A somewhat handsome six-foot-two-inch-tall blond man with blue says as he steps into the building dressed in a decent tan suit and matching trench coat. This man is Detective Arnold Flass, James Gordan’s partner. He holds his hand out to the waiting Slam.

 

“Nice to meet you, Detective Flass, Detective Slam Bradly….” Slam says, shaking the man’s hand.

 

“They are both under arrest for attempted sexual assault of a minor,” Slam says with a frown. He heard things about Arnold Flass and did not want to risk him trying anything.

 

“They…what?” Flass says, genuinely shocked, he knew his buddies were pieces of shit, but he did not know they were that big of pieces of shit.

 

“You have a good day Detective Flass,” Slam says with a nod. The man does not bother to call their union rep. Instead, he heads to the nearest bar to get smashed.

 

…

Apartment 3D

…

 

“Hi Slam… good,” Bruce says into the phone.

 

“The cops were arrested just now,” Bruce explained.

 

“Hmmm…fuck, it was not a dream…what smells so good?” Donna says as she comes too. Then Diana’s phone rings, causing the young woman to jump.

 

“Hi, Steve…Yes, I am fine. I made some new friends and am with them… what do you mean my hotel room blew up?... Not again.” Diana says with a frown. This happens to her at least once a year.

 

“Oh, the bomb I put in your hotel went off…to be fair, this is the first time I actually found you in one hundred years before dad dragged me back home, so I always had a plan Boom. I thought you abandoned me.” Donna says sheepishly as she rubs the back of her head.

 

“Steve, it was my daughter…Yes, she is alive…I am looking right at her…no finish the mission. Me and Donna have to work some things out. It will be safer for you for now. Now back to work.” Diana says with a sigh.

 

“That was your Stepfather. Well, let’s eat and then talk. You mind if we stay the night?” Diana asks with a smile as she looks at her new friends.

 

“Sure,” Lois says with a sigh as they gather around the table Clark brought into her apartment. She and Clark needed to figure out whose apartment they would be living in from now on. She would rather get someplace bigger for them and the little one on the way.

 

That’s when a knock comes to the door of the apartment.

 

…

To be continued

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Chapter 4: Knock, Knock, Knocking on Gotham’s door

Summary:

We learn who was knocking on The door of Lois's apartment, and Lobo attacks Clark. A few months later we meet Steven Trever and Thomas Wayne Jr. Bruce's younger half-brother.

February 12^th 20x0

 

“I got it,” Bruce says with a sigh and opens the door to find a woman and a ten-year-old girl…The woman is a radiantly beautiful Greek woman of around thirty with features and a body similar to Diana’s, but she stands shorter at five foot nine inches tall and has wavy black hair. The girl shared similar features to the woman with wavy black hair, and Her toga was black. Both had similar bracelets to Diana. The girl’s eyes widened in awe as she knew for a fact what this mortal standing in front of her was. He was the rarest thing in the world.

 

“MAN!!!!” The girl shouts happily as she points at Bruce. Unseen by Bruce, Diana’s eyes go wide when the woman speaks.

 

“Donna, that is rude, but yes, this looks to be a true man before us. Hello, sorry for my youngests rudeness, I am Hippolyta, Queen of the Amazons, and I have come to your dwelling to see my daughter and meet my grandchild.” The woman says, holding out her hand to Bruce.

 

“Bruce Wayne, nice to meet you, your majesty. We were just about to sit down and eat. Clark and I made plenty if you would like to join us.” Bruce says, taking the woman’s hand and giving it a firm shake, just rolling with the oddness of the day.

 

‘He has the hands of a Spartan, the eyes of someone who has seen too much, too young yet vastly intelligent, sad yet happy, and they are the purest blue I have ever seen. Yet there is also profound kindness to him. I want to mother this man…or bed him, I am not sure which…shame he has a wedding band on his left hand…perhaps…Hoppy, you are twenty thousand years old, you will not blush, and you will not try to bed another woman’s man or ask to share him for the night.’ Hippolyta thinks to herself.

 

“Nice to meet you, Mr. Wayne please, no formalities. Just call me Hippolyta.” Hippolyta says…blushing bright red, and Bruce chooses to ignore it.

 

“Mother! It’s good to see you. I have not seen you in eleven years…there is not a Pegasus in the parking lot, is there…who is this?” Diana says, shocked and more so when she sees the little girl who could only be her sister.

 

Everyone looks to see what the commotion is as Donna catches sight of Clark…She knew he was something much more common than Bruce.

 

“BOY! I have seen both a man and a boy today. This is such an interesting day indeed. Hello, you must be my big sister Diana.” The girl says as she points at Clark, causing him to sweat drop, as she bounces over to Diana with a bit of awe on her face.

 

“DONNA TROY, YOU ARE BEING RUDE; IT'S UNBECOMING OF A PRINCESS OF THEMISCURA!” Hippolyta says as she rubs her temples. Diana was more well-behaved than… well, both her baby girls were a bit rebellious, but still…well, yes, Diana was a bit more well-behaved.

 

“What do you want, old lady?” Donna says, confused. Who was this old hag?

 

“DONNA PRINCE, DO NOT TALK TO YOUR GRANDMOTHER LIKE THAT!” Diana says, using her scolding mother voice for the first time in four hundred and ninety years.

 

“Hay, you have my name!” The younger Donna says with a frown and a glare. She puffs up her cheeks and crosses her arms in front of the elder Donna.

 

“I am bigger than you, so your, Little D, and that’s that,” Donna says as she mussed the girl’s hair with a superior smirk as she stands at her full height. Little D growled as she swatted Donna’s hand away.

 

“Wait, if you’re my Grandma…who is this?” Donna asks, as confused as her mother.

 

“That would be your aunt. Come here, Donna, let me look at you!”  Hippolyta says as she marches up to Donna. She grabs her granddaughter by the shoulders and tries to examine her, and Donna struggles against her.

 

“AHhh, what are you doing, you crazy….” Donna feels her mother’s glare on her and holds her tongue, and lets her grandmother get a look at her.

 

“Interesting, you will be powerful. You’re a half-new, half-old god…Whatever you made, Bruce smells divine. Let’s eat. I see you are with child again, daughter. I am sorry I missed your wedding…I was giving birth to your sister that day.” Hippolyta says with a remorseful smile she regretted not meeting her granddaughter five hundred years ago, but Hippolyta, like her daughters, is stubborn. She also had a little fun eleven years ago with a boy on the base they were living on when Steven Trever asked her daughter’s hand in marriage.

 

“Get down!” Bruce yells as he tackles both Donna’s, covering them with his body as something crashes through the wall and grabs Clark as it continues going through the wall and out Clark’s apartment.

 

“…What the fuck was that? Was that a… rocket-powered Motorcycle? THAT FUCKER DESTROYED MY APARTMENT…and took my new husband!” Lois asks, confused and confounded…then angry.

 

That’s when a wild-looking pure white, broad, muscular man smoking a cigar crashed through the wall. He had red eyes with strange black markings down them. He is clad in a leather vest and pants, his long black hair cascading wildly down his back in spikes…he looks like he should be performing with Kiss.

 

“OH, you hit the Main Man hard. Are you sure you’re Kryptonian?... Oh nice, the MILF is not wearing panties. Nice bush doll. Want to take a ride on the Main Mans, Main Man?” This Main Man says with a perverted look.

 

“What is Lobo doing here?” Donna asks out loud, glaring at the man for what he just said about her grandmother…honestly she wanted to pass out again, but she was worried this would be a dream if she did.

 

“Czarnian scrummage!” Hippolyta yells as she kicks him between the legs right into the kitchen and into….and through the gas stove.

 

“OOOOOH kinky…they popped that will take a minute to heal,” Lobo says, his voice higher pitched than a moment ago.

 

“Out now!” Bruce says, just picking up Little D, and Holly, slinging them over his shoulders before taking off. The electrical wires were sparking; it was only a matter of time before it ignited the leaking gas. The others were right behind him. Lois and Selina managed to grab coats and purses on their way out.

 

“BOOOOYYYYY!” Little D angrily yells as she points at the Lobo from over Bruce’s shoulders…she wanted to eat whatever it was that smelt so good now she would not be able to.

 

“Yes, he is. So why are we running?” Hippolyta asks as she jogs down the hallway. She notes Selina pulled the fire alarm.

 

“Gas plus sparks equal…that,” Bruce says as they make it outside, only for a fire to start. Bruce sets down the young girls… then runs back into the now burning building.

 

“That is a True Man!” Hippolyta says, shocked that he was running into the fire…she figured she should help him…and she is a bit damp. She wanted to bed that man.

 

“He is the only man I have ever met,” Selina says with a smirk. That’s when a boom sound’s from nowhere as a portal in space and time opens up. Standing there is a man in blue Apocalyptian armor with a horned helmet.

 

“Donna, I told you four hundred and ninety times not to come to earth to try to kill your mother…oh shit.” The being says as he steps out of the boom tube to see his ex-wife glaring death at him alongside another woman that looked a lot like her but shorter.

 

“STEPPENWOLF, HOW FUCKING DARE YOU STEAL MY BABY FROM ME! I AM GOING…” Diana says with a glare as she goes to spin around when her mother grabs her shoulder.

 

“Baby Boy!” Little D spits, pointing both her index fingers at this Steppenwolf with a glare on her face.

 

“Dear, you’re pregnant. You should not be fighting. Let your mother handle this…you’re the boy who broke my daughter’s heart and stole my grandchild, a so-called new god. I have killed gods before. You’re going to wish I killed you because I am going to make this hurt and make sure it's humiliating for you. Granddaughter, turn this shit off. I don’t want him running like the little bitch boy he looks like. Donna dear, you’re staying on this planet, so take care of your aunt…and Little D, do not use that naughty word, or I will paddle your bottom so fast.” Hippolyta says, glaring a glare only a furious mother and raging grandmother can make…it stops Steppenwolf cold just in front of the boom tube as she walks up to him and grabs his Father Box handing it to Donna, who closes the boom tube. Then Hippolyta spins around, and in a flash of light, she magically changed into her purple Asmazon armor and weapon, for an Amazon never seeks battle but is always prepared for it. She removed her sword and shield and handed them to her youngest. Little D pouts since it looks like her new nickname is going to stick.

 

“I am a god. You are just an Amazon. You are no threat to me.” Steppenwolf says, boosting his confidence…he was glad he went to the bathroom before coming to earth as his knees were shaking. However, he had left his axe back home.

 

“I am not just an Amazon; I am Queen of the Amazons and earned my rank through battle.” Hippolyta states before slapping Steppenwolf in the face. Thunder rings through the area. Steppenwolf spits out a tooth and punches the Queen in the face, and thunder crashes. Hipolita grins a bloodthirsty grin at the New God, unaffected.

 

“My youngest daughter hits harder than you. Let me show you how to properly punch little boy.” Hippolyta says as she had let him hit her. She makes a show of making a fist. The punch she sends to his face breaks his jaw as she begins brutally beat the New God with a grace few can match.

 

“Wish I had popcorn…I know mom is good…but I did not know she was this good. My ex-husband was a good fighter…he can't touch mom.” Diana says, awed as she watches her mother fight for the first time in her life.

 

“I just learned that move,” Selina says, greatly impressed by the older woman.

 

“Well, teach it to me…is that Bruce carrying four people out of the building?” Lois states, nodding in agreement, then catches sight of Bruce setting some people down before going back in.

 

“Yes, he is…I should definitely help…mom kicks him between the legs for me once. Donna, you help too. Lois, please watch my little sister.” Diana observes and sternly tells her daughter as she spins around in a cercal, changing into a red, white, and blue star-spangled armor that matches her mothers, and goes to help.

 

“Why do I need to help the human bugs…yes mother,” Donna says with a frown before seeing her mother’s glare. Her tone is that of a belligerent teen. Honestly, though she did want to help, she was just putting on the normal air she did before helping someone back on Apokolips. Honestly, the only favor she ever cashed in for helping someone was getting Lashina to use her Father Box to send her here.

 

“FINISH HIM OFF, MOMMY! DO IT NOW!” Little D Cheers her mother on, throwing her arms up in the air.

 

“You’re a spunky little thing. I like you.” Lois says with a smile at the girl.

“I agree…Oh, that smile has nothing but bad intentions for this boy. She is putting on a show.” Selina says with a smile at the ten-year-old and then catches the grin Hippolyta gives Steppenwolf at her daughter’s words. Holly just watched this quietly, taking notes on her phone. This was making it into one of her stories.

 

…

15 minutes later

…

 

“Om…so will we be staying in a hotel or something?” Holly asks, upset that the place they had been staying for the last three weeks was on fire, and the show was over as a bloody and battered Steppenwolf was thrown into a boom tube that closed behind him.

 

“I thought we would head back to Gotham…Clark, meet us on the way. I don’t want to stick around.” Bruce says as he pulls up to them in his Crusader.

 

“We will need more transportation. I will ride with my granddaughter and youngest in this lovely carriage.” Hippolyta says as she caresses the car's hood. She really liked this car…but wished it was royal purple.

 

“I got a rental. You can follow us.” Selina says with a Cheshire grin as she gets out of a black SUV.

 

“There are no keys in this…Selina, we are not in college anymore. Clark will fly it back. I am driving. We will wipe it down and leave them money to replace the ignition.” Lois says with a sigh. It was not the first time her friend pulled this... they usually wiped it down and left it several blocks from their old apartment.

 

With that, Diana, Holly, and Lois get in the SUV as Selina gets into her husband’s car.

 

…

5 minutes later

…

 

“Why are there no keys in the ignition?” Clark asks, confused…he had to fly to his parents to get a change of clothing.

 

“AHHHHHHHH, CLARK, DON’T EVER DO THAT AGAIN!!!!” Lois screams as she grabs her new husband’s ear and pulls, causing the man a bit of pain as he yelps. The slap Diana gave him hurt a lot more.

 

…

2 hours later, Gotham Fort Grave

…

 

“Sorry, it's likely going to be dusty…and I actually have not got around to decorating, but I have beds, sheets, and blankets…I will order us…Chinese sounds good. We can go shopping in the morning.” Bruce says as they climb out of the cars; Clark grabs the borrowed SUV and flies it back to Metropolis. They had filled the gas tank up and left money for a new ignition. He wiped it down before returning. Bruce smirks as he unlocks the door, then turns to Selina. He sweeps his wife off her feet.

 

“What are you doing?” Selina says, shocked.

 

“Carrying you over the threshold,” Bruce says with a smile that makes Selina blush.

 

‘He is traditional too…ok, I want to bed this man and mother him.’ Hippolyta thinks to herself.

 

The woman looked around as they entered…there was not much of anything in it…but a big screen tv with a WaKane box, surround sound speakers, and a couch in one room.

 

“Bruce…We are redecorating.” Selina said with a smile that she liked the brownstone, but it desperately needed a woman’s touch as it screamed lonely bachelor.

 

“I had Clark pop over to turn the heat, water, and electric on,” Bruce says as he sets his wife down.

 

“Were the bathroom?” Lois asks as she kicks off her shoes. She had to go for the last hour.

 

…

A few moments later

…

 

“OH My God, the floors are heated! This is so nice.” Lois says before shutting the door. That was about all Bruce had installed before he went to visit Park Row.

 

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The next day Gotham Fashion District

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“OH, these garments are lovely,” Hippolyta says as she starts browsing...something called yoga pants. Man’s world has…lovely fashions…oh she loved this shade of purple.

 

“Nothing like a good pair of yoga pants. Take the tags off, and you can put them on. We also should get you some underwear first.” Selina says with a smile.

 

…

Later that day

…

 

“We were forgotten… again,” Clark says with a sweat drop as his and Lois’s new blue F 250 Ford extended cab pickup and Diana’s new purple Ford explorer drive away.

 

“I get the feeling this is going to happen often. Oh, I am buying you a house as a wedding gift. I am not going to take no for an answer, Clark.” Bruce says simply with a sigh.

 

“Sounds good…let’s get something to eat and a cab,” Clark says with a sigh.

 

The same cabbie who picked up Bruce from the airport picked Clark and Bruce up.

…

 

“Mommy, did we forget something?” Little D asks as she can’t help but feel they forgot something from the back of the purple SUV Bruce bought them. She was dressed in black jeans and a black t-shirt with a cute kitty on it with a black leather jacket…she liked the color black. A pair of black Velcro shoes on her feet.

 

“Hmm, I think we did, but it must not have been important. I wish to learn to drive one of these car contraptions, daughter.” Hippolyta says from the passenger seat. She had changed into the purple yoga pants Bruce bought her, a purple t-shirt with a noble and cute cat on it, a puffy purple jacket, and a nice pair of very comfortable purple shoes. That man had insisted on treating them to their shopping spree even though her daughter's company Themiscura Truth made her very wealthy in man's world.

 

“I can’t help but feel that too. Oh, this phone thing is cool. It can’t open a boom tube, but it’s got those game thingies Holly, and I played yesterday too.” Donna says as she plays with her new Lex phone, she is playing something called Knights of the Old Republic. Her grandmother had shoved her father’s Father Box, up his butt after gelding him before sending him home, so she was still stuck here…but she is spending time with her mom, which was…nice. She is wearing something called skinny jeans and a t-shirt with a cute creature called a Cat or kitty on it, along with a long black leather trench coat. A pair of combat boots on her feet.

 

“Oh, how did you get that thingy?” Little D asks as she watches her niece play.

 

“Wait, how is my Donna half-old god?” Diana asks, confused, remembering the remark her mother made yesterday. She was dressed in some new white jeans, a red T-shirt with a kitty on it, and her blue glasses.

 

“You were sculpted from clay and given life by Hera, Athena, Aphrodite, Artemis, Demeter, Zephyrus, Frigga, Fray, and Sif; do you really think you would not be a goddess, my dear? Yes, you share my DNA but your pure old God.” Hippolyta says with a smile as she fidgets with her own purple Lex phone. Looking at the screen made her feel nauseous well in the moving vehicle, so she just fiddled with it.

 

“Oh…that …actually makes sense. Why were Norse gods there?” Diana says from behind the wheel.

 

“they were visiting Hera and involved themselves. Well, men will still be forbidden on the island. I will open an embassy for Themyscira here. It's time man’s world learns the loving ways of the Amazons…plus I miss you and want to have more time with you, your Donna, and the little one you’re carrying.” Hippolyta says, giving her little warrior a smile.

 

…

Clarks New Truck

…

 

“Selina, did we forget something again?” Holly says with a confused frown. She is dressed in a new pair of tan cargo pants, a white Kitty t-shirt, a new leather jacket, and another pair of red high-top shoes. She blew a bubble of chewing gum.

 

“We did?” Selina asked, confused as she blew a bubble. She is dressed in a new pair of blue jeans and a long sleeve black t-shirt with a cat saying meow on it, and she went with a nice pair of stiletto-heeled boots. She was craving a smoke but refused to buy a pack.

 

“Must not have been important if we did,” Lois says, doing the same thing. She is dressed in a nice pair of new lavender yoga pants, a matching kitty t-shirt, and a pair of combat boots. She also wanted a cigarette and, like Selina, refused to buy a pack.

 

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Two months later April 9^th, at 8 PM New York Opening Gala for the Themyscira Embassy

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Thomas Sébastien Wayne Jr., who goes by Junior, age twenty-four, stands six feet tall with a broad frame. He looks a lot like his father but has his mother’s auburn hair, slicked back cascading to the bottom of his neck, and blue eyes with specks of green in them. Junior looks quite dapper in his black Italian silk tuxedo with solid platinum buttons, handmade Italian loafers with platinum fittings, and a platinum-fitted belt. He has a platinum watch on his right arm and over-moisturized soft hands. He reeked of the expensive cologne his best friend and Bialya diplomat’s son Valmont wears…a thousand dollars a bottle. Everything about him said I have more money than God, and his attitude said I bed anything with a vagina, and he has a swagger that showed he could bed almost any woman.

 

Junior just graduated with a triple doctorate in medicine, business, and Chemistry. He and his friend Valmont had a competition going on to see who could cause the most women to stray from their husbands with them (Valmont also liked to try to do the opposite, but Junior was not into men)… Junior was winning by two. However, he was not too bummed that his friend could not make it. He was going to try for a challenge before going to work on the Amazons as he figured they would be easy…a massive group of them were surrounding some guys from lesser stock them him as he was a Wayne (even if his mother was a failed actress). He could bench about double his body weight, has abbs for days and was trained by The Court's best fighters.

 

He catches sight of a bewitching dark-haired woman with long curly black hair in a simple yet tasteful black Japanese silk dress. Vintage pearl earrings and matching neckless, even better, she had a simple platinum wedding band on, and she had a nice rack and ass. She looked a little older than him. Looks like he would soon be leading by three…he catches sight of the other woman in a purple silk gown. She is not as stacked as her friend but just as beautiful, so it looks like he would lead by four…make that five. Something about the tall woman in a blue gown and matching glasses who joined them was familiar, and she had a wonderful body. A Simple gold band on her finger and a small diamond engagement ring meant the easiest pickings. He grabbed a glass of red from a passing waitress and made his way over.

 

‘Oh, this is fantastic. I will have to find out what the vintage is and get a case.’ Thomas thinks as he takes a sip.

 

…

 

“Glad I am not quite showing yet, but I lost my abbs…and I so wish I could try the wine, a wine made by a winemaker who spent the last five thousand years perfecting the craft,” Selina complains to Lois as they snacked on some canapes made by one of the Amazons. Lois had a pair of lovely gold hoops and her mother’s gold cross.

 

“You’re not the only one who lost her abbs, Selina,” Lois says with an agreeing frown. She was put on a puff piece on this party by Perry due to…well, getting the Planet sued for liability…and deformation of character.

 

“True, last time I was with child, it took me two hundred years to get them back, never did get my old ass back,” Diana says. She is dressed in a lovely blue gown. She had a pair of gold sapphire earrings and a simple choker.

 

“So, we are finally going to meet Steve. How is Donna treating her stepfather?” Selina asks with a smile.

 

“Honestly, she is shocked by the level of affection he is showing her, and yes, he is getting me a drink. I see all three of our husbands got waylaid by my sisters. Fortunately, they respect the sanctity of marriage because Bruce is a panty dropper for them. even I thought about it for a moment…God, I am still embarrassed about my mother’s drunken offer…let’s move on to better topics. How is Holly taking her adoption?” Diana says with a smile at her new friends. They had been meeting up for lunch every week…and Martha Kent had been giving Diana cooking lessons with them…her mother’s drunk proposition of Bruce and Selina had been the most embarrassing moment of her life.

 

“She gleefully burned her old ID and likes her new last name of….” Selina says when her hackles rise as an over-moisturized rich feminized boy comes up to them. She recognized him and hated this kind of boy.

 

“Hello, I am Thomas Wayne Jr. call me Junior,” Junior says, his voice is somewhat deep. He has an admittedly charming smile that honestly held nothing on Bruce’s fake smile, much less his true one, which he has been wearing all night as he been showing off the sonogram picture of their daughter to the Amazons…Clark was doing the same thing. The two were radiantly happy to be fathers.

 

“We are all taken, Mr. Wayne,” Selina says as she holds up her left hand and emphasizes her platinum band.

 

“Oh, my reputation is nothing like it is in the Media. Can I get you, ladies, a drink?” Thomas says undaunted he loved a challenge.

 

“Nope, our husbands are handling that,” Lois says with a frown. She recognized this boy too and knew his reputation… Junior tried to sue The Daily Planet for the article she wrote investigating Wayne Industries after some sonic rifles went missing…they did not have a case…he attempted to buy the Planet and get her fired. Bruce made a better offer and now owns the Daily Planet.

 

“Oh, don’t be that way. I am harmless, I assure you.” Thomas says, not dissuaded.

 

“Hello, baby brother, it’s been a while. Here is your ginger ale, Cat,” Bruce says, having left his mingling with the Amazons. Bruce's voice was deeper than his brothers…even though he was intentionally raising it two octaves. He hands the glass of the beverage to his wife. He is holding a tankard mead in his right.

 

“I am an only child Mister?” Junior says with an edge to his as he holds his hand out to Bruce, planning on crushing it. He did not like someone bringing up his older brother.

 

“I am Bruce Jacob Wayne, you’re older half-brother; we only met once. I see you met my wife, Selina Kyle-Wayne, and her friends.” Bruce says, taking the man’s hand. They begin to squeeze. Junior notes the calluses on Bruce’s hands…and winces in pain as he is overpowered…and feels something crack in his hands, his hand…but refuses to show his pain more than a wince… Junior does not notice his watch goes missing.

 

“Lois, here is your ginger ale. Oh, nice to meet you, Clark Kent,” Clark says, holding his hand out in an offered shake. He knew this man was his friend’s younger brother…and knew his reputation and did not like the way he was eyeing his wife. Thomas introduced himself and again was overpowered…and definitely felt something crack in his hand. Lois enjoyed Clark acting jealous and a bit protective.

 

“Hay, there you are, Angel, your ginger ale. Col. Steven Trever, you have met my wife. This is my stepdaughter Donna. Nice to meet you?” States handsome forty-year-old salt and a peppered blond-haired man standing six foot two inches tall with the build of a soldier. He is in a military dress uniform with several medals on his chest, says with a plastic smile that does not reach his blue eyes. Diana takes her ginger ale, and Steve holds out to her as he holds his hand out to the man. Donna was dressed in a shiny red gown with blue highlights, her black hair cascading down her back freely a pair of Greek cross earrings in her ears. She had practiced a lot to walk in her heels, and Selina had taught her how to. Thomas takes his hand…and Steve finishes the job of breaking Junior’s hand…Thomas goes off to ice his hand.

 

“Hi, you are My Angel's new friends Steven Trevor…she refused to take my last name,” Steven says with a charming smile. Introductions are made handshakes are done normally. Lois and Selina just grinned as that was like their friend.

 

“How is Holly?” Donna asks as she has become friends with the younger girl and will be starting school with her in different grades come fall. She also was cramming a lot of knowledge into her brain about Earth and the United States in preparation for school.

 

“She is good and happy to be a Wayne. I Can’t wait for you to sneak out again for a visit.” Selina says with a smirk…Donna turns white then she catches her mother’s knowing smirk and pouts.

 

“Nice to see you can fly. But I check on you before I go to bed. We are getting a place in Gotham so that you can be closer, dear.” Dianna says with a smile.

 

“Oh, I would like that,” Donna says with a blush as she takes a sip of ginger ale…her paperwork said she was sixteen, so she could not drink alcohol, and after Donna had sixteen cups of something called Super Expresso, she was not allowed caffeine after noon…It took some Old looking dude in a metal Hermes hat that was her mother's friend, a woman in a matching outfit, and a man in a red suit around Bruce’s age to catch her after she started running.

 

…

“So…you two are first-time fathers-to-be, too, right?” Steve asks Clark and Bruce.

 

“Yes…although my wife and I did adopt a thirteen-year-old girl. So, sonogram pictures?” Bruce says with a smile as he takes a sip of mead…the real stuff from the Saga’s, which is the only reason he was drinking tonight. Clark has the same drink. Both had always wanted to try it. Clark also had his power blocker on. Steve also has a mead in his hand. The three whip out their phones and start gushing over each other’s daughters.

 

“Oh lovely…sorry, Om Arthur Curry. I am going to be a father soon too.” A handsome, tall twenty-two-year-old half-Samoan man standing six foot five inches tall says. The man looked a lot like Jason Momoa with blue eyes, long brown hair, with natural blond highlights. He is as well-muscled and broad as Clark and Bruce…and looks just as uncomfortable in his tuxedo as the other two men.

 

“You got a sonogram? Bruce Wayne…you’re the new King of Atlantis.” Bruce says with a smile holding his hand out, and Arthur takes it.

 

“Still getting used to that, I was a fisherman until some hubbub with my brother. And ya, I am also having a daughter.” Arthur says with a crazed papa grin on his face as he shows off the sonogram on his. Atlantis was building an embassy in several countries as the world was getting smaller, in Arthur's opinion, and despite his outrageous abilities, he felt they should work alongside the Surfacers.

 

…

 

“God…I am craving pickles and peanut butter again.” Lois says with a groaning sigh as she rubs her belly affectionately…she was actually starting to enjoy the taste of the combo as she craved it so often.

 

“You are, too,” Selina says. They had yet to discuss their cravings with each other…she was starting to enjoy the taste.

 

“God, back with Donna, it was pickled herring, now the same thing as you two,” Dianna says with a frown she was enjoying the taste.

 

“Oh, I am craving the same stuff…I just had this peanut butter a few months ago too. Oh, sorry for barging in, Mera Curry.” A beautiful twenty-two-year-old redhead says, having overheard the woman talking. She Stands five foot nine inches tall and is petite like the rest of them. Her green gown emphasized her large D cups, hugged her smooth abdomen, and had a slit up it to show a bit of leg. She has intense but kind blue eyes. She has a pair of Gold Trident earrings in her ears and a gold band on her left hand…she had to practice a lot to walk in the two-inch heels she was wearing. She was nervous about being around surfacers. But she wanted to try to make friends for her husband’s sake…she was more nervous about being around so many Amazons. She had intended to pass by the princess of Amazons but overheard the comment and opened her big mouth.

 

‘Mera, you are the crown Princess of Xebel and Queen of Atlantis. You can handle this.’ Mera thinks to herself, giving herself a mental pep talk.

 

“Ah, You’re the new Queen of Atlantis. How about an interview…how far along? I am Lois Lane-Kent, and I am Three months along…really all of us are.” Lois asks with a welcoming smile…Lois found it a bit odd they were all pregnant for about three months so far.

 

“Three months too…Honestly, am I the only one who is starting to like the taste of these pickle things with this peanut butter?” Mera asks with a nervous smile.

 

“So, boy or girl…oddly, we are all having girls. Selina Kyle-Wayne, lovely earrings…ya, I am starting to enjoy it too.” Selina says with a welcoming smile She could tell the woman was nervous…she also found it weird they were all having girls.

 

“Ah, thank you… I am having a daughter too. Those are lovely pearls, Mrs. Wayne.” Mera says with a blush as she takes a sip of her Ginger Ale.

 

“They were my husband’s mothers…honestly, I was honored he let me wear them there, all he has left from her.” Selina says with a blush as she fingers Martha Kane's pearls.

 

“You’re still not used to Man…I mean The Surface World, are you. I am Diana Prince. You are acting like I did when I first came to Man’s World…the second time.” Diana says kindly to Mera with a smile.

 

“No, no, I am not at all…I mean the fashion is great, especially these things called yoga pants, but it’s so much. However, this Real Housewives ‘show’…how do you use that stove thing? Are you also…with child?” Mera says, losing some of her stiffness, and looks to the youngest.

 

“NO, I am not…I am, well, I am actually older than you, but I am basically sixteen.” Donna says with a massive blush as she waves her hands in front of her as if to ward off the idea…boys were cute, and so were girls, but she was not ready for a kid…she had not even kissed a boy or girl yet.

 

“She is my eldest daughter Donna Trever from a prior marriage…five hundred years ago…she took my husband's last name to spite me,” Diana says as she wraps her arm around her daughter in a side hug. Donna melts into the hug as she smirks at her mother.

 

“…And my mother just picked up that boy who tried to pick us up...Donna, go open the window, so mom does not throw him through it.” Diana says with a frown. Her mother looked good in that royal purple gown that showed a lot of cleavage and a lot of leg…all her sisters had embraced man’s world’s fashion…even the most die-hard traditionalists had several pairs of yoga pants.

 

“Well, that’s what my brother-in-law deserves. I am so glad Bruce is nothing like him.” Selina says with a grin. She notes Bruce throwing a platinum watch into the trash.

 

“Ya…brothers-in-law’s can be annoying.” Mera agrees she is glad Aurther was nothing like Orm.

 

“You can come with us to my mother-in-law’s. She has been teaching us to cook. Really only Selina knew how to cook before now.” Lois says with a smile they all like this new woman.

 

…

 

“Oh, what is the Queen doing?” Arthur asks as he notices the commotion.

 

“It looks like she is about to throw my half-brother out of the party,” Bruce says with a shrug as he takes a sip of his drink, well throwing his brother's watch in a trashcan.

 

“Ya, half-brothers can be very trying…Especially when they try to kill you. Are You older or younger?” Arthur says with a frown, thinking of his little brother, and takes a big swig of his mead.

 

“Older different mothers you?” Bruce asks with a frown as he finishes his mead. He had been nursing it for a while.

 

“I am also older, same mother. Well, I could use another drink.” Arthur says all of them had finished their drink…and honestly, Arthur was still a bit worried he would make a fool of himself.

 

“So, you were a fisherman?” Steve asks with a smile as the four men make their way to the open bar.

…

 

“You miserable little pig of a boy, you think you can bed an Amazon, much less the Queen of the Amazons, so easily. You’re out of here.” Hippolyta snarls after that this over-moisturized boy just blatantly propositioned her. If she wanted a boy, she would be the one to choose the boy she would bed…Hippolyta really wanted a man but only knew one, and he was taken. She seized Junior by the neck and belt and marched towards the window…she was glad she got lessons from Selina on how to walk in the high-heeled stiletto shoes she was wearing. She loved how they made her legs look.

 

“Gammy, don’t throw him out the front window…the trash shoot would be better. You went with that gown looks great. You definitely have the legs for it.” Donna says with a smile…she liked that her grandma let her call her by a childish nickname as she did not get to do things like that on Apocalypse…she did not get why her grandmother liked purple so much when red and blue were so much better unmixed. Junior tried to sneak a peek up this new Amazon’s dress.

 

“Ah, great idea, Donna dear… you slimy little boy, she is not for your eyes. We could blind you for what you are trying to do. He is garbage….” Hippolyta says, then gets an evil grin…Thomas Wayne Jr. would end up needing to sneak back to his hotel room naked…and reeking of garbage...honestly, he had been humiliated far worse than this when he pledged for his Dorm back at Harvard Medical School. His clothing was thrown into the incinerator.

 

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A few hours later

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“…And our husbands are drunk as pufferfish,” Mera says as she holds her hand in front of her face, embarrassed. Clark, Bruce, Steve, and Arthur were mumbling to themselves as they all downed another mug of mead…well, Bruce just took a sip of his.

 

“Wow…I have never seen Bruce drink, much less get drunk.” Selina says, awed, not embarrassed.

 

“Same with Clark. He brought his power blocker, I see. Well, he is going to experience a hangover.” Lois says with a grin.

 

“Don’t worry, Mera, he may be drunk, but he did not embarrass himself. Oh, mother, this is the new Queen of Atlantis, Mera Curry.” Diana says…Mera sees Hippolyta come up to them and wished with all her might that the ground would swallow her up right now.

 

“Don’t worry. I will not use this in future talks. I would offer to share a drink with you, but I noticed you puking with these four earlier. So, we will wait to share a good drink and instead enjoy a glass of ginger ale. I knew your mother. I shall tell you some embarrassing stories about her…Yes, Diana, I have friends who are not Amazons. You will find them entertaining and embarrassing, my dear. As for them…they are about to pass out, so we will leave them where they lay, and there they go. So, who drank the most?” Hippolyta asks curiously as Clark, Steve, and Arthur's heads hit the bar.

 

“Hmm, oh, that would actually be Arthur and Clark are tied. I am…drunk, but I am not that drunk…I only had six over four hours…still drunk, though.” Bruce slurs as he stands up.

 

‘Oh, he knows moderation…sucks he is taken.’ Hippolyta thinks with a blush…he was the only man to make her blush…she still had a massive crush on the Man…and chose to mother him since she could not bed him…she looks at Selina with a slight blush.

 

“No, I am not sharing him, Hoppy. But we will take a room.” Selina teases Hippolyta with a teasing grin.

 

“It was the first time I had that Taquila stuff…it was good, so I had two bottles. I generally stick to watered wine when I drink.” Hipolita says with a massive blush…that was honestly the most embarrassing thing she ever did.

 

“Oh, I have had that stuff. It's good, but well, I can hold my algae. I can’t handle surfacer alcohol. I passed out after three ‘shots.’” Mera says with a blush.

 

…

 

The lavish guest quarters were decorated and fit for royalty. Bruce smiles as his wife joins him in bed. He was just wearing his underwear, and Selina was wearing his tuxedo’s Japanese silk undershirt. (he only wore it because his wife liked that silk…and he liked his wife wearing his dress shirts to bed.) she had removed her makeup…he knew she had also done her beauty regimen…she would not let him see what that was.

 

“I made a new friend?” Selina says as she cuddles with her husband.

 

“Good…hmmm, you smell beautiful as always,” Bruce says sleepily with a smile as he pulls her closer.

 

“And you smell like a sexy brewery. I like this blanket. Me, Lois, Diana, and our new friend Mera all puked on your brother's watch.” Selina says with a smile as Bruce pulls it over them…the blanket will find its way to their bed tomorrow.

 

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To be continued

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Chapter 5: A Rider Was Lost

Summary:

Junior gets home from the hospital. We find ourselves at WaKane Industries as Bruce and Selina have an interview scheduled. We meet a mysterious redhead at a gala, along with Bruce's Uncle and Cousin...wait who is that?

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10:30 AM Wayne Manor April 13 20XXn

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Junior was dressed in a light gray, almost white suit. His mangled right had twenty Wayne Medical titanium screws in his right hand to repair the damage, hidden by a bright white cast. He had bedded six nurses during his time in the hospital in New York and now led his friend in their game by three. Waiting for him at the door was his mother. She had aged gracefully but dyed her hair to keep most of the gray out, keeping a stylish bang gray. She is dressed in a nice set of silk loungewear. Junior also could tell his mother was pissed off at him…by the fact she smacked him with a rolled-up newspaper(to his displeasure, it was the Daily Planet) when he entered. He unrolls it…oh front page of the society section, there was his glorious ass…covered in trash…that bitch Lois Lane (that he did not know he tried to hit on at the gala) once again slandering (telling the truth about) him.

 

“YOU LITTLE BRAT, I TOLD YOU KEEP IT IN YOUR PANTS WELL REPRESENTING THIS FAMILY TO THE AMAZONS! BUT NO, YOU COULD NOT DO THAT! I HAD TO GET A VERY POLITELY WORDED FUCKING LETTER SIGNED BY THE QUEEN OF THE AMAZONS STATING YOU FUCKING TRIED TO SOLICET HER FOR SEX…THEN TRIED TO LOOK UP THE SKIRT OF HER UNDERAGE GRANDAUGTHER, AND I LEARNED THIS FROM A FUCKING VERY POLITE HANDWRITTEN LETTER!!!!! HAND-DELIVERED BY AN AMAZON!!!! You’re going to start dating Veronica Vreeland, and you will keep it in your pants with anyone but Mis Vreeland or your cut-off completely. Not like after that massive debacle you and your fucking creepy friend Valmont got up to at Harvard…I mean, completely cut off, on your ass, and fired from Wayne Industries. Don’t even try to bullshit me about it again, Buster Brown. Now come on, Penelopy made your favorite. How bad is your hand?” Marsha Wayne rages at her son. However, she greatly loved her son (despite how trying he was) and did not like seeing him hurt. Her rage spent, she started fussing over her baby.

 

Junior did not mind being made to date Veronica. He liked her…and she was freaky in the sack in the ways he liked…plus she did not mind sharing now and then as she was a bisexual woman, and he had bedded her several times… (and she sometimes liked to be the man which he did not mind and enjoyed.) He enjoyed his mother fussing over him.

 

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WaKane Tower April 14^th 8 AM

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Lucius Fox is a handsome African American man standing six foot two inches tall and looking much like a young Morgan Freeman. His tan suit was four buttons and showed his swimmer's physique. A red tie (a gift from his eldest son Tim), comfortable slacks, and a nice pair of wing-tip shoes. A briefcase that was a gift from his youngest son Luke was held in his left hand. He finished his look with a pair of black wire-rim glasses showing off his wise brown eyes. His curly black hair was worn high and tight and was gray at the temples. He had lost his job at Wayne Industries after blowing the whistle on a defect in the coating on the latest steel hip replacements. The steel used to manufacture it was massively prone to oxidation and leaching of cobalt into a body that was not good for humans. Thomas Wayne JR thought nothing of it and dismissed him, saying it was fine. He talked it over with his wife and children and explained to them what would happen if he blew the whistle and what would happen if he did not. He gave the story to Lois Lane, and it’s not every day a board member blows the whistle on a company. The results were he was fired and blacklisted from every tech company in the United States. The petty Junior also got his wife Tanya fired from her post as head of the Wayne Charities board and got her blacklisted from almost every charity organization in Gotham. However, WaKane was new enough that he might be able to get a job as a researcher and allow his wife to start a charity using the fortune he had amassed over the years, as they were a firm believer in helping others. He had planned to create a startup company, but he had not realized just how petty Junor is when his wife was fired.

 

Next to Lucius was his wife, a lovely older African American woman standing five foot four inches tall. She had caring brown eyes and wavy short brown hair with a touch of gray in it. Her black suit showed off her modest B cups with a white blouse, a knee-length business skirt that well-loose showed some of her large heart-shaped butt, and a pair of nylons and black heels. Her makeup and hair are perfect. She was a little chubby from three kids. This is Tanya Nancy Aparo-Fox, Lucius' second wife of sixteen years. Lucius's first wife, Elena, died, bringing Lucius’s eldest son into the world eighteen years ago, Timothy Jance Fox. Lucius had been lost at the time, and Tanya had just started in the daycare at Wayne Industries and had just had her purse stolen when they met. They got married two years later. Their second youngest was the fifteen-year-old Tamara Fox. Tanya had an interview for the new charity that WaKane was starting. She was currently double-checking her hair in a compact. She had a briefcase with her portfolio and her large black purse. They made a deal going into these interviews, and if Tanya got the job, Lucius would start his business. If Lucius got the job, she would start her charity as they were sure one of them would get the job.

 

“You look beyond perfect, my love,” Lucious says as he adjusts his tie. He was a little nervous as it was his first job interview in twenty years.

 

“Your tie is fine, my Gray Fox,” Tanya says, having recently taken to calling him that, and he quite liked it. They both found the building quite welcoming.

 

The reception area on the top floor was still being put together but was coming along nicely. Waiting for them is a beautiful Italian Latina woman with perfect makeup, wavy brown hair in a black blazer, black shirt, black pencil skirt, stockings, and a pair of black stiletto heels with lovely green eyes, a string of pearls around her neck and some nice platinum hoops in her ears…which they found odd because they knew the secretary was a redhead. However, Tanya thought she looked familiar…in more ways than one. She also noted the platinum wedding band on her finger.

 

“The big guy is waiting for you there, Mr. Fox. Just go in, Mis Fox. You’re with me. Nancy has the day off.” The woman says as she points to the office door.

 

…

Bruce’s office

…

Bruce honestly both hated and loved the size of his office, he hated it because he did not really want such a massive office, but according to Luther, it would convey his ‘power.’ He loved it because he could store his books in the office, and he had a massive amount of them from a diverse range of subjects. His books were on an enormous number of subjects, from the art of war to law, mechanical engineering, and more, along with several novels he had managed to amass over the years in several languages. He had some quite rare first editions and a lot of obscure text, some of which were gifted to him, and he had them in storage for a long time. The books were organized alphabetically by subject and name. He had his degrees on the walls (there were a lot of them). Bruce also had a few suits of armor he had gotten to learn more about armor fabrication (he did not realize they all had somewhat demonic bat motif).

 

He had a complete set of Germanic gothic-style armor, a full set of samurai armor he had bought. There was also a full set of Greek bronze hoplon armor, Roman armor, and Viking chainmail armor, all gifts from Hippolyta, who was becoming a mother to him. He had a few swords on the same wall from the eras (also gifts from Hippolyta). He also had an interesting scimitar that Ra’s Al Ghul sent him as a wedding gift…which shocked him as it had no bugs of any kind and no way to be used as a bug (he checked it over several times taking took the entire thing apart and putting it back together). He has a good-sized oak desk with a black Lex Corp 52 laptop he got as a birthday present from Mercy last year, a picture of him and Selina, another of himself, Holly and Selina, his daughter's sonogram, a picture of him and his mother, a picture of himself and Clark from when he worked for the Kents. The last picture was of him at age nine with Ted Grant.

 

He was working on a schematic of a holographic projector he designed and built when he was working at LexCorp that used proprietary software and hardware he designed from scratch (shockingly, Lex made every patient he created at LexCorp as his, which allowed him to amass a massive fortune). He was staring at the display with a cup of coffee in his left hand. He felt something was off with the schematic he had been working on but could not tell what. It would work fine, but he wanted it to be more affordable. He had a rather expensive coffee pot in the room; however, he did not have one at home, as Selina chose chocolate over coffee. There are also what looked like two printers in the room.

 

That’s when a knock came on the door, and then the door opened.

 

….

 

Lucius felt it was impolite not to knock first, so he knocked on the door before opening it. At first, he thought he had entered a library as the office was stacked floor to ceiling with bookcases…full bookcases. He noted the anti-UV coating on the windows, and the cases were self-contained to keep them at the right temperature to best preserve them. He also stated the LexCorp BW 789 holographic design interface display was currently showing an ultrasound. Wayne Industries Holdings recently spent a billion to purchase several of the 789 units for the various offices of the rest of the businesses, and he had gotten to play with it a bit before he got fired. It was revolutionary as it allowed for both full-size designs and computer-simulated testing before real-world tests began, speeding up prototyping a great deal. He also smelled what had to be some very good coffee.

 

‘Thomas…no, it's not Jr or senior.’ Lucius thinks as he sees a man in a black turtleneck, slacks, and work boots. The most expensive thing he was wearing was his gold wedding band. He found it a little odd that the office had two printers too.

 

“Ah, Mr. Fox, nice to meet you. Can I get you a cup of coffee? Bruce Wayne…I am missing something on this, but I don’t know what it is. I am the Illegitimate child of Thomas Wayne.” Bruce says as he holds out his hand. Lucius takes it and notes how rough the man’s hand is and his firm grip.

 

“Yes, Lucius Fox, nice to meet you, Mr. Wayne. I would not mind a cup of that divine-smelling coffee taken as it is poured if it’s not too much trouble.” Lucis says as he sets his briefcase down and starts looking over the machine. He had been a scientist all his working life, despite having worked his way up to the Wayne Industries board. He noticed several ways to streamline the machine. Even if he did not get the job, he figured he could help the kid out.

 

“Here you go. Oh, before you say anything about the design, please read and sign this.” Bruce says he hands Lucius a file folder along with a mug of coffee. Lucius figured it was a non-compete form to prevent him from building a similar Ultrasound machine, but he never signed anything blindly. So, he started looking it over as he took a sip of what was frankly the best cup of coffee he ever had…only to do a spit take as he realized it was not a non-compete but a rather lucrative contract for the CEO (the coffee stains would forever be on his contract).

 

“Mr. Wayne, I am sure you’re aware I am a whistle-blower,” Lucius says between coughs, shocked.

 

“That’s one of the reasons I am hiring you. I think it’s a fair deal, but I am willing to negotiate. With your experience and background, I would be a massive fool not to hire you on the spot. I don’t care that my dumb half-brother blacklisted you. That makes this all the sweeter.” Bruce says with a genuine smile that Lucius got the feeling was rare on his face. Lucius noted that the terms were beyond generous and were better than what he had at Wayne Industries…far better. There were some clauses and non-compete clauses in the contract, but even those were fair.

 

“Do you have a pen?” Lucius asks. By the time he finished reading it…Bruce passed him a pen, sighed, and initialed where he needed. Bruce brought it to one of the printers in his office. It was actually a multi-page scanner Bruce built six prototypes for. He had the second one, his wife had the first, and The Daily Planet had the rest … it was hard to keep them in stock as it's one of WaKane’s highest-selling products.

 

“Ok, well, now are you going for streamlining to make it more affordable but just as good?” Lucious asks, looking at the schematics.

 

“Streamline affordable but still profitable,” Bruce says, and they get to work streamlining the device.

 

“Well, to start with, there is a new alloy that would make the wand more sensitive…” The pair get to work improving the design of the ultrasound machine.

 

…

Selina

…

 

Selina’s office was just as big as her husband’s but was not decorated in library chic. She considered it a work in progress, her degrees on one wall, a lovely antique oak desk with a framed picture of her and Bruce and the sonogram of her daughter and an old picture of her and her sister Maggie and a relatively new picture of her and her adopted sister Dinah. A photo of her and Lois from their college days, a new picture of her Holly and Bruce, and a picture of her and Lucie Chesson. She had a few small, purloined cat statues and a bunch of paperwork that looked to be stacked haphazardly, with a file folder sitting on top of everything. There is a large gold Bastet statue she had stolen from an auction house the third day they got back to Gotham from Metropolis…don’t judge her Lois wanted to do an investigation on how someone might do it. Diana and Hippolyta had joined her in the hist…allowing her to steal the large sold gold statue… really, they had all been a little board that day. Bruce had quietly paid for it even though she did not get caught. She still had a lot of room to add more stuff. Selina also had a nice bathroom…the nicer bathroom of her and her husband’s offices. She had some oak bookshelves that were organized in a manner that seemed to have no rhyme or reason…Tanya noted some well-worn copies of The Warrior Cat books, the scarlet pimpernel…oh, a couple of harlequin romances too…but looking at them, Tanya realized there was some kind of organization system. Still, she could not figure out what that was.

 

“Are you thirsty, Mis Fox? I have water and ginger ale. Oh, sorry, where are my manners? I am Selina Wayne, and my husband is the Wayne The Thomas’s don’t talk about.” Selina says with a smile holding her hand out to the older woman.

 

“Tanya Fox…I could go for a ginger ale if it’s not too much of a problem, so you’re starting a dual charity to provide medical aid and one for arts, family, education, animals, and orphans.” Tanya says, noting Selina’s black nail polish and the calluses and scars on her hand. That’s when Selina turns green.

 

“Sorry, one second…please read the file on the desk.” Selina rushed to the bathroom and puked into the toilet…she was unsure if it was morning sickness or nerves…as Tanya was her first time hiring someone…this was also her first actual job.

 

‘Never show them you’re nervous if you don’t feel confident. Fake it.’ Selina remembers Lucie’s words of wisdom about being in high-pressure situations…she was glad she had morning sickness all the same as she could blame this on that.

 

Tanya went to read the file…and quickly realized it was not some introductory information… it was a very generous contract…for the number two spot.

 

“Sorry about that morning sickness, anyway you’re hired. I think the terms are generous. I would be a fool not to snatch up someone with your reputation and experience. It makes it all the sweeter that I can give that perverted little boy Thomas Wayne Jr. the middle finger for hiring you. I may have degrees in business specializing in charity work…but I have yet to actually work in it. I spent some time traveling after college and have no clue how it really works. Also, you know Gotham high society and all the little things that can make or break an event…and I will need someone to keep me from getting a big head.” Selina says a bit too eagerly. Tanya was a fantastic get for their new charity…which they still needed a name for. Tanya finally gets a good look at Selina.

 

“Now I know where I saw you before. You stole my wallet once when you were a little slip of a girl…in retrospect, that was the best day of my life as I met my husband that day. He was having a worse day than me as a newly widowed father with a baby. Lucius was so lost…I also grew up with your mother, Maria Carlton-Kyle you have her eyes. I can tell you some stories.” Tanya says with a vicious smirk. Selina blushed bright red as she opened the mini fridge behind her desk and first grabbed a couple of coasters from it, then grabbed a couple of glass bottles of premium ginger ale.

 

‘Oh shit, she recognized me…wait, what?’ Selina thinks to herself.

 

“…do you have a pen? Your stuff is organized…oddly…why are the coasters kept in the mini-fridge?” Tanya says, her smile going maternal at the sight of her messy desk…there was not a pen in sight.

 

“You’re not the first to say that the only one who seems to be able to understand my filing system is my friend Lois who dubbed it Feline Organization and uses it herself…combined with her massive mess organization. Here you go… where else would I keep the coasters? It’s not like I would need one without having a drink.” Selina says, drawing a very expensive-looking gold inlaid bog oak fountain pen from the middle-left side drawer of her desk(that she stole from Jr the night of the opening of the Amazon embassy). With that, Tanya signed the contract as the terms Selina was offering were too good to say no. Plus, she could tell the other woman was eager to help Gotham.

 

‘That’s actually an interesting point.’ Tanya thinks to herself.

 

“Om, I would like to know more about my mom …but I would like to have my sister with us when you tell us some stories. We will have lunch together sometime soon. I have been so busy I have not seen her in a while. Now if I can just think of a name for the charity.” Selina says with a forced smile…then a craving hits her. She pulled open her bottom right drawer and grabbed a jar of pickles and a jar of peanut butter. She was also glad to have an excuse to reconnect with her biological sister.

 

“I craved the same thing when I was pregnant mind if I have one? I came to like the combo after three kids. If you really want to kick that little bitch boy Thomas Wayne Jr in the balls, call it the Wayne Foundation. Then Split it into The Martha Kane Foundation and the Maria Kyle Foundation. Martha for Medical and Maria Foundation for the Families.” Tanya says as she takes a sip of her ginger ale…that brat had stared at her ass since he hit puberty…and tried to bed her once…she brought it to the boy’s mother…it was entertaining to watch her rip into him; and he never tried again.

 

“Oh, I like it. Here I am, starting to enjoy it, too, along with my new girlfriends. They're all pregnant too…...it’s weird.” Selina said, handing her a pickle dipped in peanut butter with a smile as she rubbed her belly well, loading Tanya’s contract into her scanner, which looked like a printer.

 

“How far along are you?” Tanya asks as she takes a bite of her peanut butter-covered pickle.

 

“Three months. Married for two months and two weeks. Oddly, my aforementioned girlfriends are all three months along, too …” Selina says with a smile as they continue to discuss work.

 

…

3 PM

…

 

“Ok, I need food for me, and the little one in me is moving around like she is grumpy and hungry. Let’s get our husbands and go get a late lunch.” Selina says with a frown.

 

“Oh, shit, it’s that late…we thought we would only be away for a couple of hours,” Tanya says with a frown at the time. She had been working almost a full day and did not even realize it. She pulled her phone out and called her eldest.

 

“Tim, hi baby, sorry I lost track of time. I got the job and just got lost in some work. I will order…you made my jambalaya recipe? Bless you. I am going to get a late lunch with your father…I don’t know if he got the job. See you later today. Love you, kids.” Tanya says, relieved…but also somewhat wondering how her eldest knew how to make her jambalaya as she never wrote it down as it was a family recipe passed from mother to daughter. Then realized her son always watched her cook and figured that’s how he learned. The two women gather their purses and find their husbands engrossed in their work. Both Fox’s got the job…they honestly were not expecting that.

 

…

May 6^th Gotham Imperial Hotel Fundraiser for the Gotham Museum of Antiquity

…

 

Junior was dressed in a new Tuxedo that matched his old one perfectly. On his arm is a lovely twenty-four-year-old red-headed woman about standing five foot five inches tall. She has vibrant long red hair in a neat updo and jade-green eyes. She was in a black strapless dress that showed her small c-cups and large pare-shaped butt that fell past her knees with a slit up to her left hip to show off her legs, with black gloves and matching stockings. She had a pair of gold earrings and a pair of ‘fuck me’ black heels on. This is Veronica ‘Ronnie’ Vreeland, a socialite and avid hunter. The Vreeland’s also made their fortune in military technology.

 

“Well, who is that?” Ronnie asks her lover at the sight of Clark.

 

“He is a reporter from the Daily Planet…he has quite the grip. His wife is quite lovely.” Junior says disdainfully…ending with a lustful smirk.

 

“Oh, wonder if they would…” Ronnie starts to say when she gets interrupted.

 

“Why hello, their little brother,” Bruce says with a smile. Selina was on his right arm dressed in a lovely purple maternity gown as she was starting to show. Once again, she was wearing Martha’s pearls.

 

“Little brother?” Ronnie asks, confused and attracted to both of these people…she holds back a frown at the sight of the wedding band on Bruce’s and Selina’s fingers…not that has stopped her before.

 

“My name is Lincoln March…no, just kidding, I am Martha Kane's son, Bruce Wayne. This is my wife.” Bruce says, and Selina takes over.

 

“Selina Wayne...” Selina says with a…plastic smile…she did not like the Vreeland’s… at all. Selina goes stiff at the man who approaches them.

 

“Junior, it’s been a while.” A handsome older Italian man says exuberantly. He is in his early sixties, standing six-foot-one inch tall. He has brown eyes and gray hair. He is dressed in a classic Italian silk tuxedo.

“Uncle Carmine, you made it,” Junior says with a smile at the sight of the Boss of Bosses in Gotham (but even he paid his dues to The Court.)

 

“Good to see you, my boy. Who are your friends?” Carmine asks…there was something about the woman on Junior’s friend’s arm that reminded him of his daughter Sofia.

 

“Bruce Wayne, I am the late Martha Kane’s son. This is my wife, Selina Wayne.” Bruce says, using his practiced smile.

 

“Oh, nice to meet you. I had met your mother a couple of times before what happened. She was a good caring woman…a good ballroom dancer too. Horrible what she got and worse that you had to see it, Mr. Wayne.” Carmine says he genuinely meant it. He had some of his people looking into her murder, but then The Court ordered it dropped, so he dropped it. He notes the man’s wife was uncomfortable.

 

“Well, I am going to go mingle more, Junior. Let's catch up more later,” Carmine says, excusing himself. The man makes his way to another familiar face as Selina makes her way to a nearby trash can to puke Bruce rubbing her back as her hair is in an up due as well...a stunning redhead standing five foot four inches tall looks at them in sympathy. She has almost birdlike green eyes and long red hair. She was in a lovely green gown that showed her D-cups and slight belly but not her large rump or somewhat skinny but long legs. She has slightly large feet in a pair of three-inch Cuban heels. She had some lovely hawk head gold earrings in…and two gold wedding bands on a chain around her neck. She had a glass of something in her hand.

 

“Your Dr. Shayera Holl, you’re here supervising the installation of the Egyptian exhibit of Cats and Hawks on loan from Midway City. Selina Wayne.” Selina says with a blush. She was personally sponsoring the exhibit as it had some rare Egyptian cat statues…she had wanted to hit the exhibit in Midway, but she was not stealing…much anymore…Bruce’s sausages at breakfast (he stole hers, too), the cat statue in her office…the quilt in their bedroom…The doorknob to said bedroom…Junior’s pen and new watch into her husband's pocket.)

 

“Nothing to be embarrassed about. Is it morning sickness or that man’s reputation?”  Shayera asks as she takes a sip of her drink.

 

“Both,” Selina says as Bruce hands her a hanky. Bruce knew why the interaction made Selina sick, as she wanted to kill Falcone for killing her mother.

 

“Shayera, you made it. How is Danny?” Diana says with a smile as she comes up to her friends. Steve is catching up with a friend he ran into. She was in a lovely red maternity dress that showed off her legs.

 

“Diana, it’s been a while. Danny is good.” Shayera says as she shares a hug with her oldest friend. She had a five-year-old son, and Diana was his godmother…she turns green and goes to puke into the trashcan.

 

“Are you?” Diana asks, as her friend was Thanagarian and had a stronger immune system than humans…however the woman still always got slammed when she got a cold, and yes, she still got colds.

 

“Yes…John and I om…ya…It's Stewart now. I did not want some big ceremony… again, so we just had a small ceremony. It was just our family. He was fine with not getting hitched out of respect for Katar, but I could tell he wanted to, and well, I am old enough I will not outlive him…and I love him, Diana. I genuinely love John, so we tied the knot.” Shayera says with a smile. She had been widowed three years ago and had met her new husband, John Stewart, at that time. John had just moved to Midway seeking treatment for his PTSD after getting out of the military, and Shayera had some issues dealing with her widowing, which was hard for a Thanagarian. Jon had found Danny, who had wandered off at the supermarket and helped him find her. That was how they met. She was embarrassed when she broke down when he asked her if she was ok. It turns out they were neighbors and started spending time with each other, he also started helping her a lot with Danny, and John and Shayera slowly fell in love.

 

“Bruce?” A handsome older man says in shock. Standing there is a Jewish man with the build of an old carrier soldier and mostly gray hair (with a bit of Red still being seen) standing six feet tall, with green eyes that had seen too much. He is immaculately in an army dress uniform, denoting him as a colonel.

 

“Uncle Jacob, it’s been a long time. Sorry, I could not make it to your wedding. I am glad you found someone new. Om, this is Selina, my wife.” Bruce says with a bashful smile. The man was Jacob Kane Bruce’s uncle. It had been five years since he last saw his uncle, for a few weeks after the man’s wife and one of his daughters were murdered. Jacob sputtered that he did not even know his nephew was in Gotham.

 

“We grew up together in the orphanage before Bruce ran away from it…and we had some well. I love him with my very soul, and we are having a baby. We eloped with just some friends of ours in attendance for now as Bruce was worried about the future, something I can understand. I have not even told my sisters yet. We are going to have a larger ceremony in the future.” Selina says shyly to Jacob again sputters. That’s when a five foot eleven inches tall nineteen-year-old red-headed woman in marine dress uniform with her rank denoting Private first class (1) walks up to them. Her uniform showed her strong legs but emphasized her solid C cups. She had her dress cap on too.

 

“Dad, what’s got you sputtering…Bruce, hi, I see you’re back in Gotham.” The woman says with a smile. The woman is Katherine ‘Kate’ Rebeca Kane, Bruce’s younger cousin.

 

“Yes, and I am married and going to be a father. This is my wife, Selina.” Bruce says with a smile to his cousin. Kate sputters as her father did, but before she can reply, a voice interrupts them.

 

“Westerner, I need your help!” A woman’s voice says from behind Bruce…shocking him.

…

To be continued

…

1 I know nothing about the military and am taking an educated guess at what Kates's rank would be. Please correct me if I am wrong.

Chapter 6: Chapter 6: Fights and Circuses

Summary:

The mystery woman is revealed as Sandra Wu-San, one of Selina's martial arts instructors. Selina and Bruce visit Selina's sister, and later, the Waynes attend the circus.

Chapter 6: Fights and Circuses

Standing there is a beautiful petite Chinese woman standing five foot four inches tall (1), with steely yet soft gray eyes and long, straight black hair worn long as a challenge to whomever she fights. She is dressed in a Chinese silk red and black Chisanga dress that clung to her c-cups, down to her…A baby belly is looking to be about six months along, with long, surprisingly well-toned legs. Her once-tight round rear had gained some jiggle to it, and she was wearing a pair of flats as her ankles were too swollen to wear heels. This woman is the deadliest woman in the world, Sandra Wu-San, aka Lady Shiva.

“Sandra?” Bruce blurts out in shock at the sight of his friend.

“Teacher…How!!!!!” Selina says, pointing at her teacher's pregnant belly…seeing Sandra pregnant was the last thing she ever expected.

“Judging by that little bump, I would say you know how a baby is made. Congratulations, you two. Anyway, Westerner, I need your help. I can’t do it! I can’t give her up…” Sandra says, rambling.

“Easterner…start at the beginning…away from the Gossips,” Bruce says with a sigh as his brain starts going into overdrive.

“OH, this is getting interesting, I am so coming,” Kate says with a grin, something interesting whatever her cousin was in…and also wanted to get to know his wife better.

“I am coming too.” Jacob and Diana say. Bruce knew he would not be able to convince them otherwise…Lois and Clark quickly follow…along with Shayera.

“This is off the record, you two. When can I fight Cain? You will need a Job if you leave the LOA. How would you like to be my wife’s bodyguard and our child when she comes.” Bruce asks after they arrive on a balcony, having figured out what Sandra Wanted…then he gets the story from her.

…
Later that night, an undisclosed location
…

Sitting on an ornate throne with a demon motif (that he had transported from place to place as it was very comfortable and felt good on his back) is Ra’s al Ghul, a rather tall Mongolian man who stands six foot six inches tall; he has a well-trimmed traditional Mongul style beard and sharp green eyes. He has a fit dad’s body, and his black hair is white at his temples. He is dressed in a white shirt, traditional Mongul pants, and riding boots…an ornate sword by his side. He was indulging in a pina colada in a coconut with a pink umbrella. Standing in front of Ra’s is a broad-fit man standing six foot two inches tall. He is dressed in a black jumpsuit that hugs his muscular form with a hawk head emblem in a circle on his chest. He has a belt with multiple gun holsters, and a knife cinched around his waist, and his blond hair is starting to gray. The man has a stern face with a nose that looks like it had been broken several times…this is David Cain, the father of Sandra’s baby.

“Bruce, it's so good to see you. Did you get my wedding present? Ah, this must be Mrs. Wayne. It's nice to meet you. And it’s nice to see you son, It’s been twenty years.” Ra’s says, happy to see the man who stepped in with a rather large entourage…including a six-foot-five-inch distinguished gentleman with facial features that match Ra’s and dressed in butler attire. This man is known only as The Help. Bruce had hired the man to help him keep and refine his fighting skills up well as he was getting things ready.

“Yes, it’s a great sword I have it in my office. Yes, let’s get this over with.” Bruce says without fanfare as he takes his preferred fighting stance.

“Begin.” Ra’s starts the duel with in a flat, disinterested tone. He already figured out the events that resulted in Sandra’s condition…and was disgusted by what David did to her.

“This is going to be easy.” David dismissed Bruce as he had trained him at one point, but David thought the man held back too much and was too soft...that’s when Bruce hit him with a hard, fast five-hit combination to his ribs. Bruce learned from Ted Grant that he broke one of his ribs and cracked two more, robbing him of air.

“David, nothing you do can hurt me…” Bruce says as he deflects David’s desperate punch, grabs his arm, and throws him to the ground, keeping a hold of the arm.

“But I know pain. Let me share some with you.” Bruce says coldly as he shatters David’s arm well, also striking a point in his back that would prevent him from passing out. Selina watched Bruce carefully during the fight and was glad to see he took no joy out of dismantling David...she had seen Bruce enjoy sparing with The Help, but she was glad to see he did not enjoy using his skills to hurt to this extent. In the end, Bruce makes David Cain submit to defeat after his body is broken. Ra’s was glad to see Bruce's skills had improved instead of deteriorating. He knew it was thanks to his son.

…

“Holy fucking shit Bruce you are brutal!” Kate says, her mind reeling as they leave the place. Bruce just made a beeline to a nearby trashcan and pukes.

“Bruce promises me one thing: the day you don’t puke after dishing out that kind of beating is the day you stop using those skills you gained,” Jacob says, relieved to see his nephew puking into the trash.

“You have it. Well, let’s get out of here…I will get us dinner.” Bruce says, hungry.

“I am paying’. Jacob says with a nod as they pile in.

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May 7th Fort Grave Bruce and Selina’s Townhouse 12 am
…

Holly yawnd, she is dressed in her preferred pajamas of a white long-sleeve button-up. She lost track of time working on a story and was glad it was the weekend…She also liked to wait up for when Bruce and Selina returned from a gala…She was still a little wary about them but had started to view them as her parents…she wanted something sweet before going to bed.

“Lost track of time or waiting up?” Donna asked with a smile and raised eyebrow, looking up from the book she was reading. Donna is dressed in a pair of red yoga pants and a black t-shirt. She was hired to watch Holly while the Waynes were at a gala, which she liked as it gave her some of her own…of that money stuff…and the Waynes paid well.

“Both...Ice cream?” Holly asks with a smile, knowing her friend had a sweet tooth bigger than her own due to the planet she grew up on…Holly was shocked that cake was something Donna only got once every hundred years…and it was awful cake viewed as fantastic cake…Holly learned this during her adoption party.

“You read my mind. I will make some hot fudge.” Donna says as she gets out a pan, coco, coco butter, and honey. Holly was not as surprised as the adults that Donna took a big interest in making sweets and cooking with how she grew up…and was glad to have Donna as a friend for that reason as she made the best homemade sweets.

“We are back…Oh, ice cream sounds good, then it's bedtime. This is Sandra Wu-Son, my new bodyguard and my former martial arts teacher. So, Haley’s Circus is coming to town, and we got tickets for the first show in June.” Selina says with a smile as she comes in, Bruce and Saundra behind her. Selina felt they needed to do more bonding activities like this as a family. Bruce grabs some cream from the fridge and starts making some whipped cream for them. Holly had noticed that Bruce was a man who preferred to speak with his actions (the fact that he was still working on body armor to make sure his mission would not take him away from them spoke volumes to her…after she stumbled on what she and Selina referred to as his ‘man cave’… for now.) The fact that he was still hesitant with her out of respect for what she went through, and she could tell it was not a calculated act, touched her…She made a choice.

“Dad, can you show me how to make whipped cream?” Holly asks with a blush as she steps up to the man with a shy smile.

“Yes …daughter, I can.” Bruce says with a small but radiant smile, a slight blush lighting up his face. Selina Smiles at the moment, having managed to snap a picture.

“Hello, Holly. Selina and Bruce have been gushing about you. I am Sandra Wu-San, you and your mother’s new bodyguard.” Sandra says they had picked up her suitcase…she was surprised at just how big the house was for something in town. There was enough room for her daughter and her to have their own rooms, and there would still be several empty rooms. Sandra holds her hand out to the girl. Holly could tell Sandra was dangerous…very, very, dangerous, yet she could tell she would not hurt her…and was likely a little socially awkward.

“I am Holly Wayne. It’s Nice to meet the woman who taught Mom.” Holly says with a blush…her choice was not just to start calling Bruce her dad…it was to view Selina and Bruce as her mom and dad. Selina blushes and gets her first crazy mom grin.

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May 8th, 9 am, outside The Immaculate Virgin Mission Gotham East End
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It was raining, which was not unusual for Gotham. They were parked outside the Mission, having left Holly under the care of Sandra.

“How do I look?” Selina asks Bruce for the hundredth time as she checks her makeup for the hundredth time. She had not seen her sister in eighteen years and had dressed up in a black tailor-made Japanese silk pinstripe skirt suit from a new tailor and dressmaker in Gotham, the Cats Stitching Room, where she had been going since they returned to Gotham. Bruce was in a matching three-button suit made from an old suit shop called Temujin’s. They were sitting in Bruce’s Crusader, having left Sandra to watch Holly.

“Cat, you look beyond perfect. Let’s go in,” Bruce says with a smile. Selina had always reminded him of a cat. Bruce checked his tie, and then they entered the old mission…to find the roof leaking into several pots and buckets, along with several nuns about. Bruce and Selina noted the place was in desperate need of repairs as they waved down a nun.

“Can I help you two?” The young nun asks…blushing slightly. She recognizes Selina and Bruce from the society pages.

“I am looking for sister Magdalene Kyle,” Selina says with a smile.

“I will get her.” The nun says and goes to fetch the woman. She returns with a twenty-three-year-old Half Irish-half-Latina woman. She was about an inch shorter than Selina at five foot six inches tall. Her nun's habit hid her red hair, but Bruce could see the familial resemblance and recognized the same stunning green eyes Selina had. Bruce could also tell that Maggie was not as fit as Selina, and despite her vestments hiding her figure, her figure matched that of her half-sisters.

“Om hi I am Magdalene Kyle sister Annika said you… wait…Selina?” Magdalene ‘Maggie’ Kyle says, wondering why these wealthy people were asking for her…then Maggie thought she recognized the woman as her older sister but was unsure.

“Hay Mags, it’s been a long time…this is my husband, Bruce Wayne,” Selina says with an uncharacteristically shy smile.

“Creator of the Wakan Box?” Maggie says with wide eyes.

“Guilty. We also were in the same orphanage together for a bit before you got adopted.” Bruce says with a smile.

“The delivery van is not starting…Ugg, everything is falling apart here!” A matronly mother superior says as she marches in to get her phone. She had been having trouble getting money from the diocese for years…mainly because the cardinal of Gotham hated her guts due to getting several ‘problem’ priests thrown out of the church when she was younger…and made sure they were punished by man’s laws instead of gods.

“I could take a look…and it looks like you could use a big donation. I will let you two catch up.” Bruce says, being himself as there was someone in trouble, he would help them.

“Bless you. That would be lovely. Please follow me …we are late picking up the donations for the food drive.” Mother Superior says as they walk to the garage.

“Try to start it,” Bruce says and watches, noting it does not even turn over.

“I will pull my car up. I think you just need a jump…wait…the drive chain is damaged too…Selina and I will be here for a while well, she catches up with her sister. You can take my car, Mother Superior. You will likely have to make more trips. I will walk you to my car.” Bruce says as he holds an umbrella…after the nuns get into his crusader, he gives them the umbrella. Then he walked a few blocks to the hardware store…he could not leave the Mission in the state it was in, even if his sister-in-law was not living and working there. Bruce got what he thought he needed as people stared at the man in a wet 50,000-dollar suit buying supplies. Returning to the mission, he removed his suit jacket and rolled up his sleeves. The nuns watched as he left the mission again with a few tarps. Then he free-climbed up to the roof and tied them down before exiting through the roof door. Within a few minutes, the leaks stopped.
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12 pm cafeteria.
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“I am an aunt…you’re pregnant…married a rich man…and you’re head of a charity organization,” Maggie says, shocked… really the biggest shock for Maggie was her sister was married to the boy she had a crush on when they were children.

“Is that really such a shock?” Selina asks with a raised eyebrow. She had missed her sister…that’s when the lights went out.

“Ugg, the fuse box went out again!!! I have to go reset it, as that’s part of my job here.” Maggie groans as Selina grabs her phone…that’s when Sayera, Mera, Diana, Holly. Donna, Little D, and the Last to enter is Hippolyta…all of them were carrying food.

“Bruce and the boys are fixing up the fuse box…and a lot of other things…he also got lunch for us and the mission,” Hipolita explains as they set up a buffet using their phones as flashlights.

…

“Arther, Clark, hold it steady. I need to get it anchored properly... a little lower,” Bruce says, now in his tank top undershirt and pants, as he grabs his impact driver. They had pulled out the ancient fuse box and were installing a brand new state-of-the-art one. Arthur was wearing a pair of blue jeans and a black tank top, Clark was wearing black jeans and a blue T-shirt, John was dressed in a pair of cargo pants and a tank top, and he was using his ring to light the area. There was also a five-year-old Half Thanagarian half Egyptian boy dressed in a Transformers T-shirt and blue shorts with short brown hair with red streaks and his father’s blue eyes. This boy is Shayera’s son, Daniel ‘Danny’ Hector Hall.

“I can do this all day, but I would like to get to work installing the new water heater. I missed working with my hands…running a country is surprisingly boring…yet annoying.” Arther says with a smile. Bruce had sent a text for the first time in the couple of months they had been friends asking them to help do some repairs at an old mission his sister-in-law worked and lived in, and they all showed up, shocking him. They just met John, but he fit well in their group. His stepson was a good kid and was watching with the same fascinated look Arther had as a kid when his father would fix something up around the lighthouse.

“Danny, do you want to put the screws in the bottom here? You just need to turn them to the right.” Bruce says with a smile that he remembered watching the landlord fix up some things around him, his mother’s old apartments, or his uncle Jacob, and he had the same look Danny did. The men all smiled as the kid took the screws with a revered look and put them in. …John used his ring to conjure a small power drill for the boy so he could put them all the way in. Clark remembers having a similar radiant smile when he helped his dad fix the tractor for the first time.

“Here, Danny put them all the way in,” John says with a smile, sending the construct to the boy who was his son in all but blood. Danny’s face lights up with a megawatt smile as he helps them.

“You want to do the top ones?” Bruce asks the boy with a smile.

“Yes!” Danny enthusiastically says, and John creates a light construct to lift his son up to put the other bolts in well, recording it with his ring.

Bruce quickly wires the box up, and they break for lunch…several of the younger nuns giggle and stare at the men as they eat. That night, The nuns also enjoyed a hot shower for the first time in a long time.

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10 pm
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“Well, that’s about all we can do right now,” Bruce says with a frown as he feels he could do more.

“Bruce, you got tarps up stopping the leaks. You and your friend fixed the leaky pipes, replaced our water heaters, replaced the fuse box, patched up that nasty hole in the wall, killed six demonically huge rats, patched more leaks, ripped out that old rotted drywall and replaced it, got us six new beds and an orthopedic one for me, feed us lunch and dinner with plenty of leftovers, got our van in for some rather costly repairs and taking care of the bill yourself… bought us three brand new vans, got them insured and paid the insurance upfront for a year, negotiated with a specialized restoration company for more repairs and are paying for it yourself, filled our fridges, and bought a massive amount of food for the drive. You have done more than anyone has for this Misson since I took over.” Mother Superior says, trying to appease the man…and noticed it did not work.

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June 10th Gotham Amusement Mile 5:50 pm
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Holly is dressed in a new red dress and shawl made by Yuki Hawa for this outing and is also carrying a teddy bear Bruce won her. Selina was in a lovely purple Maternity Yuki Hawa dress and shawl, along with a stuffed cat Bruce won for her. Bruce was in a new black suit. They were making their way to the main tent for Haley’s circus. Since Selina got the tickets, Holly had been looking forward to seeing the flying Graysons. She was ecstatic to see they had great seats. Bruce managed to sneak a picture of her as she watched the animal act. Then it was time for the main event and the trapeze act…Selina managed to cover Holly’s eyes in time to prevent her from seeing John and Mary Grayson hitting the ground when the line snapped. Selina held Holly in place as Bruce ran against the crowd. The Grayson’s ten-year-old son Richard was staring in shocked horror close to the edge of the platform as he had been reading himself to join his parents on the trapeze. Then his legs gave out, and the boy fell…Bruce managed to leap and catch the boy rolling to dissipate the impact of their bodies yet also making sure he took it all.

“Don’t look, Richard, keep your eyes closed. I have you.” Bruce tells the boy as he takes off his suit jacket wraps it around the boy’s shoulders; then Bruce picks Richard up and carries him out of the tent. Richard keeps his eyes closed. Bruce noticed he must have been three feet ten inches tall, with blue eyes loaded with sadness and short black hair.

“Don’t let go,” Richard begs the man who caught him.

“I won’t,” Bruce promises the boy, carrying him out of the tent.

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8 pm
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Jim Gordan, dressed in a tan suit, approached the Waynes.

‘Poor kid, he is the same age as Babs and just lost his parents.’ Jim thinks to himself. The boy looked just like the man holding him did eighteen years ago.

“Hi, Jim.” Bruce greets his friend. They give their statements.

…

“What about the boy?” Bruce asks Jim after they finish giving their statements.

“Well, there are no slots open for foster care right now, so he will have to go to Juvi…” Jim starts to explain what would happen to the boy.

“No, we are registered as emergency foster parents through Metropolis. We will be taking Richard in.” Selina interrupts Jim. Both she and Bruce knew how bad both Jovial Hall and Gotham Foster Care is and did not want the boy to go through that. Given the skills Richard has, they knew he might just disappear.

“Give me a minute to check that,” Jim says as he pulls his phone out and quickly checks, causing Selina’s respect for him to go up.

“Please call me Dick, Mr. Wayne.” Richard ‘Dick’ John Grayson tells them…and cannot figure out why they all suddenly looked at him like he grew up in a circus (which he did).

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9 pm, The Grayson’s trailer
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Bruce went with Dick to help him get his things from the trailer he shared with his parents to pack a bag for now and frows at the sight of five owl feathers on Richard’s bed and also notes the pictures of Superman on the walls recognizing them from the Daily Planet. They get the essentials packed along, and Bruce knew the police would search the trailer. Bruce makes sure to grab the family portrait and Dicks phone. The boy broke down crying about halfway through packing, and Bruce held him as he did. He heard a man walking towards the door as Dick let out several heart-wrenching sobs. Eventually, Dick cried himself to sleep.

…

Richard is a French acrobat with yellow eyes, standing five foot nine, and a thief. He needed to get to the server and scrub the cameras as he got caught on camera nicking some wallets…thankfully he was the one to handle the cameras as he had taken some online courses on computer coding while they were traveling. Richard was also in love with Mary Grayson and wanted something to remember her by. He did not realize Mary’s son would be in The Grayson’s trailer. The boy had been named after him…the boy's sobs changed something in him. He had recognized the man who had been threatening C.C Haly from about twelve years back…he leaned up against the door and waited…when Richard was sure Dick cried himself to sleep, he got up and approached the door knocking. The door is opened by a big guy in an expensive suit who steps aside and lets him in.

“Who are you?” Richard asks suspiciously…something was tugging at his memory.

“Bruce Wayne of WaKane Industries, my wife and I are also emergency guardians, so we will be watching Dick for a bit,” Bruce says simply.

“He will want his parent's rings. They never wore them well performing. I will get them. Sorry, I am Richard. I was a… friend of Dicks mother. I will get it.” Richard says as he heads to the main bedroom glancing into Dicks room, his blood freezes at the sight of the five owl feathers…He would not let the court take Mary’s boy.

“Here…promise me you will take care of Dick,” Richard says with a grave tone. He had made up his mind about what he was going to do.

“You saw the feathers and know what they mean. I will protect Dick as if he was my own…I know what he is going through. I lost my mother to violence…nice punch.” Bruce says as he catches the man's right hook with ease. He could tell it was a test.

“The Grayson’s never liked performing with their wedding bands on, and Dick will want a few more things as the cops will likely search this place,” Richard says, satisfied with the man’s answer. The two men pack a few more bags as Richard grabs several things for Dick. Then, he makes his way to the police.

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The Waynes Brownstone 11 pm
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Bruce had brought a chair into the room. He put Dick in bed, plugged in a charger, his WaKane tablet, and began waiting for the boy to wake up.

To be continued.

1: Lady Shiva is five foot eight inches tall in the comics, but I tend to write her shorter and still boss.

Chapter 7: Getting Zucco

Summary:

Bruce still does not know how to make the cowardly and superstitious lot that are criminals afraid, but Zucco made another child feel how he felt when he lost his mother... It's time for a beta test of his gear, with a bit of help from Superman... Wait, what's that?

Dick woke up screaming reliving the death of his parents in the dreaming.

 

“You’re ok breath.” Bruce tells the boy as he stands up stretching.

 

“Were, am I?” Dick asks as he looks around at the rather plain room.

 

“You’re at my place I am a designated emergency foster parent along with my wife. Your things are in the dresser and closet I will let you get dressed.

 

…

 

“WOW you’re a real live True Boy!” Little D exclaims in awe as she stepped into kitchen and points at Dick…this was the first thing the girl who would become one of his best friends says to him. Dick just stared at her as if she was raised in a circus. He had also changed into a black T-shirt with a robin on it and a pair of blue jeans.

 

“Were you Raised in a Circus too?”  Dick asks Little D who puffs up her face and glares cutely at him…even though the expression was cute on the girl it was still…very intimidating.

 

“Do I look Roman to you? I am Greek and my father was American-Scott!” Donna said, incensed, as she crossed her arms and stomped her foot (thankfully she was good about controlling her amazon strength) she was not Roman!

 

“I am making pancakes for breakfast.” Bruce says with a smile.

 

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June 15 10 am The Grayson funeral

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Dick dressed in the nicest black suit he has ever owned bought for him by the Wayne’s watched as his parents were lowered into the ground, he would be staying with the Wayne’s for the foreseeable future as the adults felt he needed more stability right now then the circus could provide. Selina and Holly were both in black morning dresses. Sandra was in traditional white Chinese morning clothing.

 

“We will stay as long as you need.” Bruce says as he hesitantly laid his hand on Dicks shoulder.

 

“Bruce Hi…my daughter Barbara.” Jim says dressed in black suit; Dick could not help but blush at the site of the ten-year-old girl in a black dress standing about his size with long red hair and vibrant green eyes behind a pair of horn rim glasses.

 

“Jim hi. Hi Babs, did you like the laptop and WaKane box I sent you?” Bruce says as he had decided to nurture the young genius.

 

“Yes, you want me to work and WaKane when I grow up but jokes on you, I am going to be a superhero. Sorry for your loss Mr. Grayson.” Babs says with a sassy smirk that turns caring…she also blushes slightly at the sight of Dick. Holly thought the girl’s voice was familiar but could not put her finger on it.

 

“I will just have to keep trying. It’s good to see you again Jim. Bruce states back with a chuckle.

 

 “I wanted to let you know we have a suspect after Richard gave us the security footage, we just need to find him. He is a Made Man in the Maroni family by the name of Tony Zucco” Jim says, and Dick did not remember what happened for the time after, but he swore on his parents graves that he would find tony and bring him to justice.

 

…

 

“Clark, I need a favor…I don’t know how to make them afraid yet, but I need a field test of the latest Polymer armor out in the field.” Bruce whispers knowing his friend was listening…it helped that he was there. Clark nodded enough for Bruce to see.

 

…

After Dick goes to sleep the ‘Man-cave’10PM

…

 

“How did you build this?” Clark asks amazed at the sight of the secret entrance, the massive quantum computer, an armory with several throwing weapons, small tools, explosives in an impact shielded bronze colored pouch containers, small smoke pellets, and a grapple gun, several more pouches and belts to strap them to and…

 

“What’s with the whips?” Clark asks looking at Bruce with a raised eyebrow.

 

“Selina likes to fight with them, so I made her something stronger than a normal one made from a carbon nanowire.” Bruce answers from where he was getting changed. He comes out in a gray polymetric fabric suit with black trunks, purple gloves, and black armored steel toe boots.

 

“You look kinda like El Diablo or Zorro.” Clark says as Bruce puts on a cape.

 

“Really…I do? I was going for more of a Gray Ghost look.” Bruce asks as he pulls on a black cowl then a pair of goggles with white lenses.

 

“I can kinda see it…So am I carrying you or?” Clark asks changing the subject as he knew Zorro tended to bring up bad memories for Bruce, despite his love of the character…Bruce then smirks.

 

“We will take the car.” Bruce says as he clicks a button and a roar followed by a high-pitched whistle that caused Clark to cover his ears. There was a sleek black car the love child behind a sports car, tank, and fighter jet…with a rocket on the back…Clark wanted one.

 

“You going to get changed?” Bruce says as he takes note…Clark asked him to be able to stop him if he ever fell under mind control, even gave him a chunk of Kryptonite he had in a special gold lined safe…he was looking for ways to incapacitate his best friend without exposing him to Kryptonite poisoning…he also studied the element and had produced an artificial variety…he noted there was possibility there were other radioactive isotopes from the former planet.

 

“COOL CAR!!!...” Clark says and blushes at his exclamation…then he speed changed becoming Superman.

 

“It does not take me as long to change.” Superman says with a smile as he gets in the car.

 

“For now, just call me Insider…I am still working on the name.” Bruce says as he gets in the car. With that they take off down a tunnel Bruce with Clarks help made that would take them out a bit farther in.

 

“I will start look…” Superman says before Insider cuts him off.

 

“Maroni has several safe houses, and some taps on his lines…seems Zucco was not supposed to be hassling Halie’s circus and has him stashed away right…based on what he said I have a good idea where he is.” Insider says as they drive.

 

“…that’s incredibly illegal.” Superman says with a frown.

 

“And you don’t abuse your super hearing...and X-Ray vison?” Insider says, raising an unseen eyebrow.

 

“Ok, I admit I did on some of the older hotter soccer moms, but never with girls my own age and only when I just hit puberty…I concede the point on super hearing though but I can’t quite always help it.” Clark says blushing bright red…that’s when something breaks the atmosphere.

 

“THEIR KRYPTONIAN!” Clark screams excitedly…as two spacecrafts breaks the atmosphere.

 

…

 

I burst out of the Symbioship and noticed the other Kryptonian ship with a different design with visible damage to it, so I swim too it, to the hatch was stuck, the girl was knocked out. I would not let what might be the only other Kryptonian left die…with strength I did not know I had I ripped off the hatch and grabbed the girl…who looked like me when I was nine years old…a near uncontrollable rage and the urge to let the girl die came over me, but I ignored it. I swim up to the surface the speed surprising me…I knew the girl would have powers like me and from what I could see her ship was like my ship in the fact it and is slower than my cousins, however, were I was raised in AI universe hers looks to have some cryogenic preservation in place. We break the surface of the water and I float on my back holding the girl to my chest as I start kicking as I know well my strength is augmented I had yet to absorb enough sunlight to have the power I need to fly…at least the full moon was out and that was charging my cells with power. We reach shore and I carry her to some kind of primitive storage unit. Some men working in there try to harass me but change their tune after I throw one across the room. One of one taking off his tan jacket which I wrap around the girl.

 

…

 

Insider arrives at the entrance to a warehouse as he had noticed the figure coming out of the water…entering he blushed a bit at the sight of the stacked fit sixteen year old  blond girl standing five foot eleven inches tall with the same blue eyes as Clark, the only thing holding back her modest is the ten year old girl wrapped in a tan duster in her arms. <Here use this to cover yourself, I am a friend of Kal-El, I will hold the girl.> Insider says in Kryptonian as he removed his cape and held it out to the confused looking young woman.

 

<Do you have a lisp it should be Kal-L I am Kara Zor-L> Kara says in Kryptonian later she would choose the earth name of Karen Starr as she hands the man the girl and notices he closed his eyes as she covers up…she knew because the white lenses disappeared…it was kinda intimidating.

 

<…Did you feel a great deal of anger when you first met this girl?> Insider asks with a frown.

 

<Yes…why?> Karen asks with a frown.

 

<I need to do some tests before I can say for sure, but you might be from a different universe, we can take my car.> Insider says as he leads her to the car.

 

<You try anything funny, and I will rip your balls off and shove them down your throat.> Karen says with a glare.

 

<I am a happily married man I would never try anything.> Bruce says resisting the urge to gulp as they get in and he drives off. He pulled out his phone and unlocked it with a passcode before making a call to Selina.

 

“I thought you were going to get that bastard Bruce.” Selina’s voice comes from the speaker.

 

“A Pair of Kryptonian ships entered the atmosphere; Clark is dealing with that well I handle the Kryptonians. Please call Diana and have her bring some of both the Donna’s clothing over as we have two young Kryptonian girls who are severely lacking clothing coming in.”

 

…

 

Superman brought the struggling Tony Zucco into GCPD where he is met by Jim Gordan.

 

“A friend of mine asked me to help get this man. I trust you recognize him.” Superman says as he hands him off. He leaves the building and with a Up, Up and Away he takes off…eager to meet his fellow Kryptonians.

 

…

 

<Hello there, I am Selina Wayne this lugs husband here put these on well I dress the girl.> Selina says as she hands clothing over to Karen, Diana dressed in a dressing gown, plaid pajama pants, and bunny slippers and the elder Donna walking with her, dressed in a tight red spaghetti strap tank top, black yoga pants and bunny slippers.

 

‘He looks sexy in that…but it does not feel right.’ Selina thinks to herself as Bruce takes off his cowl.

 

<Nice to meet ya Donna Trever here these should fit you. We will get you some of your own in the morning> Donna says in Kryptonian…she was a bit jealous of the girls bust.

 

<You speak Kryptonian…thank you.> Karen says as she grabs them then goes to change.

 

<Were, am I? I can’t see!> The ten-year-old Kryptonian asks as she wakes up.

 

<Your safe with friends of Kal-El, you are showing signs of hibernation sickness. Your vision will return in time.> Bruce says using a calming voice.

 

“I’m back Zucco is in custody…are they…like me?” Clark may have been in his super suit, but he was not Superman at that moment.

 

<This does not fit on my ‘Power Girls’…Kal-L?> Karen asks as she appears dressed in the clothing Donna gave her.

 

<Yes, who are you?> Clark asks with a smile.

 

<Kara Zor-L…my pod was less advanced than yours drive wise, so it took me longer to get here.> Karen says.

 

<WHAT MY NAME IS KARA ZOR-EL> The ten-year-old girl screams.

 

<I think something very…interesting is going on> Bruce says with considering look on his face as he walks off.

 

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To be continued

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