So, a few notes. This is based upon the DCAU. As such, I've tried as best as possible to remain within that continuity. It's been ages since I've written any kind of fanfiction, and first time of this type, meaning superhero/animated. In the past year, I've really fallen back in love with the DC universe, rediscovering all the animated series, video games, and comics. So, I thought I'd give this a shot.
This was originally gonna be a one or two shot, kinda silly and fluffy. But I had too much fun and ended up expanding the story greatly. It's gonna be six parts, approximately, and I'm nearly finished with it. So no worries about it remaining incomplete. Anywho, if you enjoy, please review.
ONE NIGHT IN GOTHAM
Since arriving in Man's World, Diana had come to relish opportunities for assimilation. Of course she was proud of her Amazonian heritage, and Themyscira would always be her home. But Man's World was her daily life. And though initially confused and hesitant about many customs and ideas of the land, her natural curiosity and enthusiasm eventually won out.
Flash and Superman were instrumental in helping her acclimate. They exhibited a child-like glee for the world in many regards, and their enthusiasm in helping a newcomer along was simply infectious. And they were also so welcoming and patient when she didn't understand something.
Flash introduced her to rock music. The loud sounds, the timultuous beats, the piercing vocals. They had startled and bewildered her at first. But fear quickly turned to fascination. And now, Diana possessed the largest vinyl collection of rock of anyone aboard the Watchtower. She had even garnered a reputation for plugging her iPod into the monitor womb computers, pumping out hair metal or grunge over Watchtower's intercom system. Once she even lead a rendition of Hendrix's "All Along the Watchtower", getting over thirty other League members to sing along. League rules forced J'onn to formally reprimanded her over the incident, but the barest hint of a smile played at his lips as he did so.
Superman introduced her to holidays. His particular favorite was Christmas, and while Diana enjoyed that one, she found Halloween particularly exciting. Though Batman didn't seem terribly enthused to discover that Alfred had altered one of his old costumes for her. And it probably didn't help that at the Watchtower Halloween party, Diana walked around, flapping her cape in an imposing manner, shouting, "I am the night! I have brooding to do!" Flash regretted it the first, and only, time he repeated her words in Batman's presence.
For all the strangeness, danger, and confusion of it, Man's World wasn't the irredeemable cesspole she was raised to believe. It could be fun, exciting, and beautiful. There was Motley Crue, baseball, flavored coffee, and romance movies.
Birthdays celebrations were practically unheard of on Themyscira, given they were a race of immortals. The years tended to blend together until they were indistinguishable. But on Man's World, it seemed only natural to celebrate the day when a loved one entered the world. For mortals only had a short span. It was one custom that Diana took to quite easily, for it afforded her the opportunity to honor her fellow teammates and warriors individually.
And so, with Flash, Superman, Green Lantern, and even Batman, Diana made sure to prepare a special gift on their respective birthdays. And with J'onn and Shayera, both being aliens and not having a birthday corresponding with the earth calendar, Diana simply designated a random day as their "birthday".
Diana smiled. Sometimes she thought that was Batman's biggest complaint about revealing his identity to them. Bruce Wayne's birthday was well known, thus his teammates could now celebrate his birthday.
She didn't expect any reciprocation, but the other founding members seemed to enjoy the personal moments shared during birthdays. Even Batman participated, though his gifts always consisted of an envelope full of cash.
It turns out, the day of her "birth" corresponded with March 17. And on that day, upon the conclusion of the Founder's Meeting, her friends "surprised" her with presents.
"Happy Birthday, Diana," Superman said, kissing her lightly on the cheek and offering his present. She opened the package and grinned widely. It was exactly what she expected and hoped it would be. A container loaded with Martha Kent's double fudge delight brownies.
"Hee!" She actually squealed before biting into the first. Around a mouthful of chocolate, she said, "Ann tll yur mm tnkx."
"Will do," Superman grinned.
Lantern approached. His gift had been in the open the entire meeting, though Diana dutifully tried not to examine it too closely. It was built like a bo staff, with a foot long center grip, the color and texture of ivory. From there, each end tapered into blades, approximately two feet in length.
"I acquired this on a mission to Calypso a few months ago. Their princess presented this to me as a gesture of thanks. It's called a Thro-cah, I think. A ceremonial weapon presented to warriors of distinction."
Diana took the blade and held it reverently. "Oh, John, I can't take this. It was awarded to you."
"Somehow, I think if the princess met you, she wouldn't mind. Besides," he said, a twinkle in his eye, "I don't need a weapon." He held up his ring hand for emphasis.
Diana took him in a tight embrace and whispered her thanks.
Then came Shayera. The two would never be close friends again, but in recent times they had begun to reclaim at least a portion of their past relationship. She gave a basket of scented bath oils and perfumes and shrugged. "It's not a pointy weapon, but at times just as satisfying."
"Thank you, Shayera," Diana smiled.
J'onn approached with a plain white box. Diana opened it to find black turtleneck sweater.
"Oh, J'onn, thank you."
"You're most welcome, Diana. I find knitting to be an extraordinarily relaxing exercise."
Diana blinked. Everyone else thought perhaps they misheard, too. "You knitted me a sweater?"
"I did." As Diana stared at him, J'onn thought perhaps he had miscalculated. But when Diana threw her arms around him, he knew he hadn't.
"That's so sweet. Thank you."
Next was Flash. From behind his back, he produced a vinyl issue of Def Leppard's Pyromania. Diana laughed as she accepted the present.
"Not to be a buzzkill, but I already have this one on vinyl."
Flash looked smug. "Not this one, you don't. Check the sleeve."
Diana pulled out the record sleeve and saw a message scribbled in black marker.
"To Diana, Princess of the Amazons. Strong, fearless, and pretty as a Photograph. From your number one fans – Joe, Steve, Rick, and Pete"
Diana lost her breath for a moment. She looked to Flash in amazement. "You got the members of Def Leppard to personally sign an album for me?"
Flash acted like it was no big deal. "Well, you know, they owed me one."
Diana offered a hug and kissed his cheek. "This is beautiful. Thank you." Flash blushed a bit and again gushed how it wasn't a big deal.
And then all eyes turned to The Batman, who continued to sit silently in his customary seat during the entire gift giving. Without batting an eye, he said simply, "What? I'm not good at present giving."
"Did you forget your wallet at home?" Superman joked.
Batman rose to his feet with a scowl. But Diana simply smiled sweetly and slowly walked towards him. "It's okay, Batman. I was born Amazon. While I appreciate and love the tokens my friends see fit to give me, I'm not so selfish as to think I need material goods."
"Wise philosophy," Batman said. Looking past the rapidly approaching Diana, he said to Superman, "I assume the meeting is adjourned?" Without waiting for a response, he said, "Good."
But before he could leave, Diana was upon him, her delicate fingers around his wrist. Batman stopped cold, refusing to look at her.
"However," Diana said, "the fact you didn't even try is disappointing. I mean, we're all friends here. And everyone of us would at least make the effort for another. Am I correct?"
Their fellow heroes nodded and smiled, agreeing with Diana's comments. Batman tried to turn a glare on all of them, but it only brought his white lensed eyes around to hers, and her sinfully adorable pouting face.
"But you can make it up to me," she said.
With considerable restraint of emotion, Batman coolly answered, "I can?"
Diana nodded. Her fingertips continued to dance, slowly up his arm. "There's one thing that I want. One thing in all the world that would mean so much to me."
The other Founders watched, astonished. Each had become aware of Diana's growing crush and infatuation with Batman/Bruce. But for her to be so blatant, it seemed remarkably out of character. And Batman, for once, appeared to have no idea what to do.
"It's something I've dreamed about," Diana continued. "Something that I've tried to build the courage to ask you for."
Batman cleared his throat, trying to regain a semblace of control. Difficult given the most beautiful woman he'd ever known was looking at him like...that.
"I want this so badly...Bruce," she murmured, her hand pressed to his chest. Her face drew near, her lips ever closer. So entranced, he didn't even correct her for using his name. "We only live once, Bruce," she continued. "Can you really deny me this?"
Batman blinked, grasping onto the last threads of logic in his mind. "Diana...the reasons I gave..."
She shushed him, pressed a finger to his lips. Her own lips edged ever closer to his ear. He felt a warm puff of breath against his earlobe. It took all his strength to mask the delicious shiver that threatened to run down his spine.
Batman gulped. Couldn't stop himself from asking, "What do you want, Princess?"
Diana smiled her sultriest smile. Where did she learn to smile like that?
"I want...to drive the Batmobile."
It took approximately six seconds for her comment to breach his hazed mind. And when it did, he expressed his confusion succinctly, in true Batman fashion.
Yeah, I'm gonna have fun with these two. I hope I keep them in some semblance of character, at least how they're portrayed in the animated series. Again, please review if you enjoy.