Batman's Short Story: Wonder Woman

Astonishingly, it turns out that all it takes is a mild threat to Superman for everybody to run around in circles, screaming and laughing their heads off. Joking, because that was how I reacted when I was volunteered to join up with Wonder Woman. Seriously, seriousness combined with a body more muscular than mine don 't mix too well with me.

Batman, being the no-nonsense type of dude he is, informed me directly after waking up at eight o 'clock sharp. Waiting outside of my bedroom- which had already been defiled by Batman 's presence- was the Amazon herself, face composed into nothing- emotion, tenseness, or otherwise.

Gracefully and with a gentle touch, she shoved me towards the zeta-tube, following closely behind like a guard dog. Never

Finally grinding to a halt with an audible screech, we patiently wait our turn to leave, observing the scramble as they hop off the transport. The rare yelp or wince can be heard as someone steps on another person 's toes or otherwise. Funnily enough, Wonder Woman also seems amused by the scene, as though imagining the same scramble on Themyscira. Amazon warriors turning into rabid and primal animals before your very eyes.

Once the temporary chaos died down, me and Diana amusingly trudge off without a peep of sound compared to just a few short seconds before.

Heading to the set of turnstiles before the stairs to the exit, Diana almost trips over a loose piece of flooring, causing me to break out in a fit of laughter. "What are you laughing about? I hope that you almost fall over a loose rock." she frowns, breaking the smile I placed on her.

"Imagine the headlines all around the world: Wonder Woman... felled by floor." I chuckle, restraining my volume to a good amount. It would be a disaster if someone overheard our conversation and realised that Diana is Wonder Woman. Reporters would be frothing around the mouth for a shot.

"Kyle, you do realise that falling over can 't kill me?" she sighs, making her way through the turnstiles roughly, nearly ripping

You should try to see the brighter side of things." she waits for me to join alongside her before continuing up the stairs. "Besides, it will help to have a positive mind for the battle ahead."

"Yeah... having a 'positive mind ' when it 's constantly polluted by fear is tough."

"Is it that bad? I have heard from Hal that it would break even the strongest of minds by feeding and amplifying the user 's terror." Diana asks, a twinge of genuine concern laced among the steely tone of determination that can be usually found whilst she speaks. Truly, she is a remarkable person.

"It takes a lot to hold back the emotional storm back, but it could be worse, right? I could have been forced to serve that slimeball Sinestro in his Sinestro Corp."

With that, the conversation became too deep to carry on and so, it halted. Instead, the bright morning sun invades me eyesockets the instant that we emerge from the final step, unveiling the modern jungle named Coast City. Diana gulps. Something whispers to me that she rarely ventures out into the world of man, because to every other person it 's a