TITLE: Deadly Intentions

AUTHOR: LOTSlover

CHARACTERS: Batman / Wonder Woman

RATING: M

WARNINGS: Author Chooses Not to Use Warnings

DISCLAIMER: I love Justice League, but especially Batman and Wonder Woman. Unfortunately, I do not own the characters and, if I did, things would be much different for them.

SUMMARY: A secret fan's growing obsession with Wonder Woman causes Batman to become alarmed, but is he just overreacting or could it be something far more deadly than either of them had ever anticipated? BMWW SMLL

Chapter 1

Boston, Massachusetts; May 16th, 17:57 EST

Batman surveyed the destruction that surrounded him, shaking his head in utter disbelief. He was somewhat surprised there wasn't far more of it after the battle they'd just been involved in. He bent over to pick up a couple of batarangs still lying on the ground, momentarily freezing as he grunted softly with the movement. He quickly swallowed back the sound, refusing to allow it to escape. He did not want anyone to know how sore he actually was.

It was bad enough that she would know.

No matter how hard he tried, he could never hide anything from her. She was the one person besides Alfred and Dick who seemed capable of reading him as if he was simply an open book instead of the obstinate, tight-lipped steel vault that he had always prided himself on being.

He stifled the second groan that rose in his throat as he straightened back up, trying to keep his movements as smooth and fluid as humanly possible. The muscles in his back seized painfully with the motion, locking up despite his best efforts.

Still, he managed to keep his face emotionless as he tucked his batarangs into his utility belt, mentally taking inventory of the supplies he had left in his arsenal. He was already planning on a long soak in his hot tub when he returned home along with a handful of ibuprofen before needing to head out on patrol.

"Your back hurts," she stated in that authoritative, knowing voice of hers.

Damn.

He attempted to force a frown to his face, but Bruce knew it was pointless when it came to her. She was never intimidated by him and never cowered away from him no matter how petrifying and forbidding he tried to be in her presence. She simply refused to be daunted by his icy exterior that could cut glass or his near brutal attempts to keep everyone at arms' length.

She basically called him out on his bullshit and didn't mince words about it either. She was a fierce force to be reckoned with in her own right…something that he only grudgingly admitted to.

Bruce smoothly turned to face the princess, his expression a mask of pure annoyance. Diana was nearly as observant as he was, forcing him to be at the top of his game at all times around her. The woman could get under his cowl faster and deeper than anyone he'd ever met or known.

"Remind me not to answer my commlink the next time Circe decides to turn Clark and John into charging rhinos," Batman stated matter-of-factly, his cape draping around him. He hoped it would help hide any injuries he might have received while at the same time making him appear resilient and fearsome instead of weak.

Diana's lips curved as her hands found her hips in that typical princess-like pose. "Look at the bright side," she replied with a tilt of her head. "You didn't get turned into a chimpanzee like Flash."

"I'll count my blessings later," he grunted, although the thought of Flash having to pick fleas off himself did provide him a small measure of amusement.

"And you didn't have to sing this time to get Circe to lift her spell off them," she added with an affectionate grin, her blue eyes shining brightly with mirth as she stared at him.

The slits of Batman's cowl narrowed dangerously as he attempted a threatening stance before her, using every bit of his forbidding height in order to terrorize her. "You're never going to forget about that are you?"

"Nope…never," she confirmed with a chuckle. "I'm just thankful Zatanna was able to make me a recording of the event."

"What?" he growled, his muscles tensing with the thought that someone possessed proof of the cursed event that cost him his pride but won him Diana's life in the end.

Diana's lilting laughter filled the air around him as well as his ears before infiltrating the cracks and crevices of his heart. It caused his glower to lose a small measure of its fierceness. Who could possibly appear intimidating and fearsome in the wake of that melodic laughter?

"I have a personal copy of your performance," she revealed. "I listen to it all the time. You really have a beautiful voice you know. You should sing more often."

"Burn it," he adamantly stated despite the flattering comment.

"No way," she readily replied.

"Burn it or else, princess," he growled, closing the distance between them in hopes of creating a frightening aura that would somehow manage to create even a tiny sliver of fear in the Amazon.

"Or else what?" she shot back, clearly amused by his threat. "I have never been scared of you, Batman. I'm certainly not going to start now. You threats are meaningless to me."

The corner of his mouth ticked up in that eerie way that usually incited incontinent-inducing panic in most, but, in Diana, it only caused her smile to grow wider and her blue eyes brighter. "I will go to your quarters and destroy it myself," he threatened in a low, rasping growl that was so incongruous with the slight smirk on his face.

"I should warn you then," she said as she leaned in, her warm breath pulsating against the lower half of his face as her gaze left his eyes to focus on his lips. "I sleep in the nude."

Bruce nearly swallowed his tongue, but somehow managed to keep his face set like granite—seemingly completely unaffected by her words. It was something that he had long suspected about her, but now that he had confirmation he couldn't stop the images that began assaulting his mind.

"I assure you, princess," he countered, his smirk not wavering. "It's nothing I haven't seen before."

She took a step back, her sapphire eyes darkening as she appraised him. She knew he had been with many women, but she was not just some ordinary woman and definitely not the dimwitted bimbos typically seen on the arm of the womanizing Bruce Wayne. "Maybe, but you've never seen anything like this before," she flirted.

Bruce was stunned senseless by her flirtatious remark, knowing that truer words had never been spoken before. She really was unlike any other woman that he'd ever known or bedded, her curves defying gravity and her beauty unparalleled. It also didn't hurt that she was blessed by Aphrodite herself.

"Hey, guys," Superman said as he approached, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. "Really sorry about attacking you two. I had no idea what I was doing."

Batman glared at the Man of Steel, not particularly happy with Clark's interruption in their conversation. "It's not your fault Circe turned you into a raging rhino," Batman flatly stated, crossing his arms against his chest.

"Yah, but I still feel bad…especially when I slammed you into that brick wall," Superman said. "Hope I didn't hurt you too bad."

"Not at all," Batman snapped, refusing to appear helpless. "I'm perfectly fine."

"Good," Clark said with a nod of his head. "Well, I gotta finish helping John and Flash with cleanup. I'll see you guys later."

"Bye, Kal," Diana bid him farewell.

Kal. Bruce detested that pet name.

"I should probably head back to the Watchtower soon," Diana told Bruce as news and television crews arrived, reporters capturing pictures while others videotaped the scene. "I need to grab something to eat before my monitor duty shift starts this evening."

"I need to return to Gotham soon," he agreed. "I was wondering if you would have some time to stop by the cave later this week."

"Sure," Diana replied, her forehead creasing with wonder. "What do you need help with?"

"I just finished upgrading a new Bat suit," he informed her. "I'd like to take it for a test run."

"So, you want to see if it can withstand meta strength," she clarified.

He gave her a slightly crooked grin, one that was barely perceptible to others, but she noticed it nonetheless. "Exactly."

"I'll let you know when I'm free."

Batman frowned. "Got a hot date, princess?"

Diana noted the trace of jealousy that lay hidden in his words. "Why? Does it matter if I do?"

"You're not answering the question," he pointed out.

"Neither are you," she countered, refusing to back down.

Batman huffed in annoyance. "No, it doesn't matter," he ground out, trying to mask the jealousy in his voice despite how it coursed through his veins.

"Good," she replied, "because I don't have a date. I just promised Kal that I would help him with the yearly League member performance reviews."

Bruce unconsciously bristled but kept a firm grip on the flare of resentment that he felt inside. "Don't forget we still need to work on the next two months of scheduling monitor duty shifts."

"I have time over lunch tomorrow if it works for you," Diana offered.

"I'll be there," he promised her, turning on his heel and walking away without another word. He needed to head straight home, grab a quick dinner and begin preparations for patrol. He had caught some underground rumblings of trouble that could point to Killer Croc. He wanted to be prepared if Croc was on the move again. He loathed being caught unawares and had vowed long ago to never let it happen.

Watchtower; May 17th, 11:46 EST

Stepping off the platform, Batman silently tipped his head to the civilian crewmen working the controls before stalking out of the transport room with his usual surly silence. His black cape softly swished behind him with his decisive steps as he made his way to the Monitor Womb to speak with J'onn.

He had some security upgrades that he wanted to review with the Martian Manhunter before heading towards the commissary to meet with Diana. There were a couple of meteor showers that he had detected coming their way in the next week or so.

While they had encountered meteor showers before, these appeared to be larger and potentially far more devastating. He wanted the Watchtower fully prepared to handle the onslaught headed their way, reducing the chance of damage as much as possible and limiting any possible injuries to staff and Leaguers.

Entering the Monitor Womb, he spotted Flash doing monitor duty, J'onn standing a few feet behind him watching over the scarlet speedster's shoulder. Bruce smiled to himself as he made his way towards the pair, remembering how Flash had looked yesterday as a small, chattering chimp. To say that he wouldn't have minded if Flash had stayed a chimp a while longer was an understatement.

"Batman," J'onn greeted him with a stoic nod of his head.

"J'onn…Curious George," Batman responded, the barest of smirks attempting to form on his lips.

"Very funny…ha, ha, ha," Flash drawled as he turned a sulking expression on the Dark Knight. "At least you didn't get turned into a primate."

"Or a rhino," Batman added.

"Yah," Flash said, turning his chair back around to the set of computer screens displayed before him. "How in the world did you not get turned into an animal like the three of us? I thought for sure Circe would've turned you into a—"

"Careful," Batman interrupted with a low growl by Flash's ear, nearly making the scarlet speedster jump right out of his skin.

"A cute little puppy," Flash replied, amending his previously unspoken response. Sometimes discretion was the better part of valor, especially when it came to the Dark Knight of Gotham.

A slight smile formed on J'onn's face at the banter between the two heroes. He didn't need to read the Batman's mind to know why his mood wasn't quite as dark today as it usually was. He knew it had everything to do with the person that Bruce was supposed to be meeting for lunch soon.

"Let's just say that Circe and I have an understanding of sorts," Batman stated before turning his attention to the Martian Manhunter. "J'onn, I was hoping you had a chance to review the safety upgrades that I proposed for the Watchtower. I'd like to get moving on the changes as soon as possible. If my estimation is correct, that meteor shower will hit the Watchtower in about eight days."

"I have reviewed them," J'onn responded. "I also forwarded them to Mister Terrific to see if he had any input that would be helpful."

"Good idea," Batman responded with a nod. "Cyborg also added a couple of details that I think will help improve things. I'll forward them to you and Mister Terrific later this afternoon. Right now, I have to meet wtih Diana."

"Bats and Wondy sitting in a tree…k-i-s-s-i-n-g," Flash began to sing as he clicked on a couple of different satellite views of a possible growing situation in Zimbabwe. "First comes love…then comes marriage…then comes a Wonderbat in a baby carriage…"

Batman's eyes narrowed into a dangerous glare that practically seared holes into the back of Flash's skull, but Wally was completely ignorant of that fact as he continued to sing without actually realizing what he was doing and in front of whom. A firm, gauntleted hand abruptly came to rest on his shoulder, squeezing tightly and causing Flash's mouth to abruptly clamp shut.

"I'll be sure to tell Fire to check you for any fleas that you still might be carrying," Batman growled in Flash's ear as he tightened his grip on the younger hero's shoulder and causing him to cringe.

Flash yelped in response, his entire body tensing from both a sudden wave of fear as well as the pain that lanced through his shoulder. "Hey, I don't have fleas!" he loudly insisted. "After Circe's spell was lifted, I went back to my quarters and took a long, hot shower. I scrubbed every inch to make sure I—"

Flash turned around with a scowl on his face, prepared to continue his rant to find only J'onn standing there. "He left already didn't he?"

"Right after you informed the entire staff in the Monitor Womb that you don't have fleas," J'onn informed him with a tiny smirk.

Flash grumbled under his breath as he turned back around, glancing around at the civilian crew that was chuckling to themselves. He had a bad feeling that he wasn't going to be living the whole chimpanzee thing down any time soon when it came to Batman. He probably deserved it, though, after all the practical jokes he had played on the Dark Knight over the years.

Still…he didn't have fleas.

Batman decided to make a quick stop by the mailroom before heading to the commissary. He had not been a fan of having a mailroom established on the Watchtower. It wasn't like the floating satellite needed its own post office, but with the influx of new members and the amount of fan mail that arrived on a daily basis, it had turned into a necessity.

It made it easier for passing on information that wasn't important enough to be sent out in a mass email. It unfortunately also gave their self-appointed moral officer an opportunity to promote his parties as evidenced by the colorful flier Batman found in his mail slot.

"Flash's Luau Karaoke Party" this coming Friday night in the commissary.

Great.

He just had a Cinco de Mayo party the other week. Why he needed to have another one already was beyond him. The Watchtower was becoming a regular sorority house with constant parties and hook-ups between Leaguers. He was going to have to put a stop to this nonsense.

Batman crumpled up the flier, pitching it into the recycling bin by the door. Thoughts of making Flash's life miserable for the next several days began to take shape in the Dark Knight's mind as he sorted through the other pieces of mail he'd received.

It wasn't like he ever received much mail up on the Watchtower save for an occasional thank you card from a parent or a child's handmade drawing of himself. Wonder Woman was the one who by far received the most amount of mail of any Leaguer, Superman following at a close second. Batman was fine with it being that way. The less people knew about him the better. It made his persona that much more terrifying and mysterious.

He took the large stack of mail and a box of Belgian chocolates from Diana's box before turning and heading towards the commissary. He wasn't one for snooping through people's personal things, but he couldn't help wondering what sort of mail she had received this time.

It was nothing out of the ordinary for her to receive large bouquets of flowers, designer clothes, or boxes of chocolates from admiring fans and famous designers to be delivered to the Watchtower. Once, she'd received an enormous four-foot bright pink teddy bear from an admirer which had then been discreetly donated to an orphanage in Gotham.

It had gotten to the point where they'd had to hire three civilian staff members just to sort through all the mail and gifts that arrived up here on a daily basis, ensuring that there were no dangerous threats making their way onto the floating satellite. The last thing they needed were bombs to be delivered or Anthrax laced letters showing up here.

So far, everything had been fairly benign, but Bruce knew they could never be too careful.

Stepping through the commissary doors at precisely noon, Batman spotted Diana waiting for him by the stacks of trays. She was talking with Green Arrow and Black Canary, laughing at something that the Emerald Archer had said to her. There was a faint blush that suffused her cheeks as she hooked a lock of hair behind her ear, telling him that it had likely been on the crude side knowing Ollie as well as he did.

Diana's eyes brightened as she spotted him walking towards her, turning her full attention to her lunch companion. "You're right on time," she told him.

"Here…I brought you your daily mountain of fan mail," he tightly replied, handing her the large pile of letters and the box of chocolates.

"Thanks," she said taking it from him, tucking the stack under her arm. "I already got us a table over there in the far corner."

"Perfect for a cozy lunch spent all alone…isn't it, Bats?" Ollie chimed in, elbowing Bruce sharply in the ribs that were still sore from being attacked by two enraged rhinos yesterday.

Stifling a groan, Batman turned a menacing glower on the Emerald Archer who in turn grinned wickedly at him, unfazed by the infamous Batglare that could instantly melt a glacier. "Don't you have some explosive arrows to play with?" Batman growled.

"Come on, pretty bird," Ollie said with a smirk as he patted Batman on the back. He took Dinah's hand in his as he began to lead her away. "Let's go find a cozy spot just for the two of us."

"See you later, guys," Dinah uttered with a roll of her eyes as she followed her boyfriend.

"He's incorrigible," Diana murmured with a laugh.

"You don't know the half of it," Batman bit out. "Dinah has her hands more than full with that one."

"I'm pretty sure the same could be said for you," she teased as she picked up a couple of trays, handing him one.

"I have no idea what you're talking about, princess," he evenly stated as he reached for a cup of coffee.

"I'm sure you don't," she replied with a shake of her head.

"Do you think you can handle me?" he challenged her.

"I know I can," she told him. "In fact, I'm pretty sure I'm one of the very few who can and does."

Batman's lips twitched minutely as he continued to follow her through the line. She certainly wasn't humble about her abilities but then again neither was he. It was a point of fact no matter how he chose to look at it. Besides Alfred, she was just about the only one who could handle him without trying to break his neck.

"I will neither confirm nor deny that statement," he said as they made their way towards their table.

"So, pleading the fifth? I'll take that as confirmation that I'm right," she noted as she sat down, Batman sitting down next to her with their backs to the wall behind them.

He preferred sitting like this, not because he could sit beside the princess, but because he could see everyone who entered and exited the commissary at all times. There was no chance for a sneak attack…of course, not like anyone ever could sneak up on him. Still, he could never be too careful.

"So what fan mail did you receive this time?" he inquired.

"Probably the usual," she replied, sorting through the various envelopes. "What did you receive?"

Batman snorted in amusement before taking a bite of his sandwich. "I don't get much fan mail, princess. I'm not nearly as popular as you and Superman are."

Diana tilted her head as she stared at him for a long moment, her brow thoughtfully furrowing. "You do as much good as the rest of us if not so much more with your constant watch over Gotham," she pointed out to him. "You deserve far more than the rest of us."

Bruce gazed into her eyes, somewhat taken aback by her heartfelt comment. He wasn't certain what affected him more—the words that she had said or the fact that she truly meant and believed them. "I live and work in the shadows," he countered with a shake of his head, his gaze falling to her pile of mail. "I do the dirty work that no one else can do or wants to do. I deal with the worst that the world could possibly offer, sometimes forced to delve to unspeakable depths in order to stop them. It's not very glamorous or appealing and it definitely doesn't garner very many fans, but someone has to do it."

Diana placed a hand on his forearm, forcing him to meet her affectionate gaze. "You deserve all the accolades that the world could ever offer you, Bruce, but I know none of that ever really matters to you because you're a selfless man…a noble knight in black Kevlar," she softly said, a raven curl falling across her face. "Besides, you always have at least one fan in me."

Bruce's fingers itched to brush the offending curl back behind her ear, choosing instead to clench his hands into tight fists beneath the table. "Who are the chocolates from this time?" he asked, changing the subject. "Does this one come with another marriage proposal?"

She was a little taken aback by the sudden change in subject but took it all in stride. It was Bruce's go-to way of dealing with unwanted emotions and praise that he didn't feel he deserved. That alone made him more than worthy of her admiration.

"Let's find out," she suggested, picking up the box and reading the note that came with it. She looked up sharply at her lunch companion. "How did you know?"

"How did I know what?" he asked as he reached for his coffee.

"That it came with a marriage proposal?" she questioned him. "Did you read my mail?"

Batman nearly choked on his coffee, coughing violently as he set his cup down. "No, it was just an educated guess. I'd never read your mail, princess," he choked out, wiping the coffee from his chin with his napkin. "Who's it from?"

"Wally," she informed him, handing him the card. "He does it every so often. It's become a joke between us. He proposes, I refuse, and he tries again in a few weeks."

That just cemented in his mind the fact that he needed to make the speedster's life a living hell for the next week…maybe two. "It's not funny."

"He's just goofing around," she blew it off. "He's completely harmless."

"He's a pain in the ass," he grumbled under his breath.

"Okay, we need to get this schedule figured out," she began, absentmindedly munching on her French fries as she looked over the papers that she had brought with her. "We have dozens of requests for time off. We obviously can't accommodate everyone so we're going to have to do the best we can."

Finishing his sandwich, he leaned in to look at her paper, doing his best to ignore the heady jasmine scent that was just so Diana. "What's the first request?"

"Canary and Arrow both want the first part of next month off," she informed him. "Dinah told me that they're going away for a romantic week away together to the Virgin Islands. I guess Ollie owns a house or an island down there."

"Great," Batman growled. "The League has turned into a regular dating service."

Diana glanced at him out of the corner of her eye. "I think it's really sweet."

"Of course, you do," Bruce muttered under his breath. "He doesn't know the first thing about romance."

"I never imagined you to be much of a romantic, Bruce."

The corner of his lips twitched with amusement. "You've obviously never read any of the tabloids about me have you, princess?"

She waved a dismissive hand in the air before picking up another request. "That's not the real you with all those foolish women you go out with," she stated with an unmistakable bite to her tone.

Batman's smile turned into a smirk with the underlying current of jealousy in her voice. He leaned in a little closer to her ear, making sure no one was paying attention to them. "You sound jealous, your highness," he said low in her ear.

She turned to find his mouth just inches away from her own, a shiver racing up her spine. A perfectly arched eyebrow of incredulity preceded her response. "Of those women?" she questioned him with a chuckle. "I think you need to raise your standards a bit and then we'll see."

Bruce's gaze momentarily fell to her red lips before forcing himself to pull back. He didn't want to generate any more rumors about the two of them then what currently circulated around the Watchtower on an almost hourly basis as it was. It was far better than the tabloids constantly assuming she was dating Superman.

"Are you suggesting that I, Bruce Wayne, am unable to seduce a woman of your prominent standing?"

Diana could feel her cheeks burn with the warmth that suffused her face, the sound of his deep baritone voice that was like velvet only adding to the flirtatious comment. She swallowed hard, finding it difficult to make her mouth or her voice work.

"Hey, guys," John interrupted the sexually charged moment. "What's going on?"

Batman pulled back to look at Green Lantern, wondering how his teammates always seemed to have such impeccable timing. "Working on the monitor duty shift assignments."

John gave him a little smirk that said he didn't believe it for one moment as he folded his arms against his chest. "Well, just make sure that I get off the last weekend in June. I've got plans for a romantic getaway with Vixen that weekend. We're going to Hawaii."

"Hera, everyone has a romantic getaway planned around here," she huffed in annoyance as she stood to her feet. "I'll be right back."

Bruce watched as she headed towards the ice mocha machine, his heart thumping against his chest wall. "You've got it so bad," John muttered as he stared at the Dark Knight. "I don't know why you don't just tell her instead of stringing her along like this. It's not right, Bruce."

Batman glared at his friend, his jaw clenched tightly. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Sure you don't," he drawled in response as he turned and walked away, shaking his head in disbelief.

Location: [Redacted]; May 17th, 19:06 EST

Sitting in a chair in a barely lit room, a lone figure stared at the television screen and the images that had been on replay for the last hour or so. The newsfeed from Circe's attack in Boston yesterday played over and over again. Eyes narrowed at the scene that had been watched over a hundred times already.

Hitting the replay button once again, eyes followed as the camera swept across the scene. It settled on Batman and Wonder Woman standing off to the side talking quietly together as other League members began to assist with clean up. Wonder Woman smiled at the Dark Knight of Gotham as they possibly discussed their plans for later, another mission or maybe something far more intimate.

Picking up the newspaper, an intent gaze roamed over the color pictures of that same scene from yesterday, settling on the pair of heroes that had once again saved the city and the day. They were standing in rather close proximity to one another, displaying an unmistakable amount of comfort and ease with one another. It was apparent that they were quite close with one another.

Reaching for a pair of scissors, the picture slowly began to separate itself from the newspaper with every careful pass of the blades. Holding it up, a calculating stare scrutinized it before being added to the collage of other pictures adorning the large wall.

Long fingers curled into tight fists, one of them finding purchase in the wall beside the extensive collage of collected pictures of the Princess of the Amazons. Pulling the fist from the hole in the wall, a forehead was pressed against a large picture of her, her red, smiling lips just millimeters away.

"This is only the beginning, my dear Amazon," a whispered promise was made to no one in particular as a single finger traced over her perfect form.

"Well I'd rather see you dead, little girl…than to be with another man," the words from a Beatles song began to fill the air. "You better keep your head, little girl…or I won't know where I am."

Eyes roamed over every single picture that had been collected over the last several weeks, every single headline…every reference to the Amazon heroine. Some were of her during a mission, some with her kneeling down talking to a group of children, others of her at a charity event or a gala as she lent her fame to a noble cause.

In each picture, the purity of her spirit, her true essence seemed to shine through—so vibrant and bright. It was impossible not to notice it. It was obvious that her teammates were all enraptured with her to varying extents. Even the fearsome Batman didn't appear to be immune to her charm or her compassionate heart.

The tip of a red marker began to draw lines all over a large picture of Wonder Woman standing with her hands on her hips and dazzling smile on her face. Plans began taking shape in a mind that was hellbent on getting hands on the beautiful Amazon princess for reasons that couldn't be expounded on just yet. Things would start out so sweet and innocent. Maybe a card here…a dozen roses there…a diamond bracelet appearing out of nowhere. It would all take place before ultimately building up to the big finale that she would never see coming.

There would be no escape from what was coming for her. She would be dead…Wonder Woman gone forever. No one could save her from her fate that had been sealed. Not even the great Batman. It would all play out just like a Shakespearian tragedy come to life and no one would ever see it coming…least of all the beautiful Princess of the Amazons.

A/N: Well, here's the beginning of what I hope will be a wild ride. I'll do my best to update every week, but I'm still trying to finish up Family Ties so bear with me if I'm a little late with updates.

UP NEXT: Diana receives her first anonymous fan letter and someone is out to get Superman.

NOTES: I'm going to be starting a series called Wonderbat Anthology. It'll consist of BMWW one-shots and drabbles from DCEU, DCAU, and comics though I'm not very familiar with the comics. I'm going to try my best though!

I'll probably be starting the sequel to To Catch a Thief titled To Save an Amazon after I'm done with Family Ties. It won't be posted for some time yet, but that's my plans for what's next. :)