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A park in Gotham

All was calm, all was quiet.

Then a black-edged portal sprang into existence over the duck pond and two people flew through. The black-haired girl surfaced immediately and swam to shore, laughing heartily.

"Stronghold, yer such a fragbrain!" she hollered after reaching the shore and bounding to her feet. "Ya know what ducks do in there?"

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The nearly featureless faceplate of the red helmet managed to convey a blood chilling Glare as an icey synthasized voice uttered two words.

"Get out."

"Gittin." Mornbein whistled up a portal and dove through, calling, "Tell'er ya know 'er secret identity, weenie!"

"Wow, I thought you'd be nicer or something," he said a bit sullenly, but remembered what he read in comics. "Or not. Okay, enough of the Saturday morning variety for me." He noticed that Mornbein was preparing to make a break for it.

"What? What are you--hey, wait! Wait, don't leave me here!" He tried to dash towards Mornbein.

And nearly lost a finger as the portal snapped shut and vanished.

"Oh. Man. Oh...crap." He stepped back from the portal, cluching his finger. Will stiffened, the full reality of the situation hitting him. If Mornbein didn't come back, he was stuck here.

In Gotham. Gotham...freakin' City.

How was he to get back home!? It was all because of that horrible cafe that kept appearing out of nowhere. Now it got him into this mess. Hey, at least it would make a great story. When and if he got back home, that was.

"Um...uh..." he turned around, knowing that the creepy Batwoman probably hadn't taken her hidden eyes off of him. "I don't suppose you can call up those portals too, heh heh?"

A metalic red gauntlet closed on the front of his shirt and lifted him into the air till he was face to face with that terrifying mask. "What did she mean?"

Will found himself suddenly staring into a very scary face. He thought better of breaking out of her hold, remembering what Mornbein said about metas, and just hung there in her grasp limply.

"Uh, uhm...she's a joker, that's all." His eyes widened. "Not a Joker! I mean, she's likes to joke around! Wow, I can't mess this up any worse, can I?"

"She said you know who I am." The emotionless voice managed to convey deep threat.

And Will certainly picked up on that threat, even though most of the time he would be oblivious to such things.

"Well, not necesarily..." he gulped. "I mean, I do know who your male counterpart is in...the comic books. I'm assuming he's probably alive in some universe somewhere...but...I'm babbling and you're a very busy woman so I guess I should get to the point. Uh, is your last name Wayne?"

And a thought suddenly popped intrusively into his mind from where Mornbein was watching from behind a tree. She was no telepath, and elven thought sharing took effort with the brightest of humans, so this thought was forceful enough to find it's way out in speach. -Brenda Wayne!-

Will blinked, not recognizing where the thought came from, and was thinking it was pretty random.

"B...Brenda?"

There was a growl from Batwoman, then she put an arm around his chest and suddenly launched into the air, taking him up into the chilly Gotham night sky.

In an instant, Will was yelling loudly, flying through the air, this time not of his own accord. His mind reeled as he tried to catch up with what was happening, and for the fact he wasn't terrified out of his mind, he'd think it was really cool.

"Shut. Up." The words carried a weight of menace that cut through his panic.

"Ahhha...shutting up." Will ceased his yells.

They continued over the city, weaving between rooftops, till they came to a certain alley. Then Batwoman shifted to an upright position and dropped straight down.

Will looked around as they dropped down, not exactly sure what was going on here. He was slightly worried for a moment, wondering if she was going to off him in a quiet place with no one around. Then he remembered that he had read that 'Bats don't kill', and felt a little better. Unless this Batwoman didn't follow those rules cause they were in some alternate place...despite being nigh invulnerable, a bead of sweat trickled down his forehead.

She landed with slightly bent knees, then seemed to take a moment before she straightened and set him on his feet. "Who are you?"

He shrugged. "I'm uh...Will Stronghold." He didn't see any need to conceal his name, maybe if there was a version of his family in this world she'd suddenly get all scared and respectful, like most of the adults did back home when he mentioned his name. He usually didn't use it for this purpose though, he didn't like the way people treated him different.

All she did was run a scan on his name on her suit computor as she continued the interrogation, though she noted the boy's confidence in it. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm stuck here. Didn't you see her, see whatserface, Mornbein? She totally dumped me here. I want to go back home, but I have no idea how to." He was a little mad at being thrown into some strange world like this and it showed through his words as they spilled out faster and faster. "I think I come from a totally different world, 'cause we don't have Gotham City. You guys are in comic books where I live."

She knew the girl... knew of the girl. A Traveller with a tendancy toward insane behavior, she was nontheless firmly on the side of good and didn't take her ire out on people unless she felt they deserved it.

"What did you do to @#$%& her off?"

She hated cursing, but 'make her mad' and 'anger her' were not scary words.

Will was more than a little scared by her reaction, especially since it was probably due to his own actions.

"It wasn't my fault! Warren made me fight with him, I didn't wanna but he made me!" He realized he was babbling and slowed down. "Uh, see her husband is an alt. of my best friend who used to be my enemy and he forced me into a fight and I...accidentally broke his ankle or leg or something. I didn't mean to, really!"

He was careful not to mention that he had super strength.

Inside the suit Batwoman cocked an eyebrow at the news that Mornbein was married, adding it to her file. "What's the source of your meta abilities?"

She'd been able to tell he was strong by the rigidity of his muscles as she'd held him, and she suspected he had flight capabilities too because of the unconcious body signals he'd put out while they were in the air once he'd stopped screaming.

"Wha..." Will's mouth dropped open, he was astounded at her deductive abilities. He had no idea she'd been able to figure that out. He knew that Batman was like, really smart or something but to see it like this right in front of him?

He tried to play it off nonchalantly. "The source? I inherited 'em from my parents. So what's with this interrogation thing, huh, lady?" He didn't know why he had been emboldened all of a sudden, but maybe it was because now that she knew he was meta, she might be afraid of his powers. That's how it worked in his world, anyway, the people with powers were the superheroes, and it was rare for one without to take a powered person down.

His face was suddenly inches from her mask as she once more seized the front of his shirt and lifted him. She growled, a deep and menacing sound calculated to inspire terror in lackies and cocky teenagers.

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