And I'm back. Hope everyone had a great Fourth, and now we can all start planning for Christmas. Or is that just me?

So here's Chapter 3, the prince and the princess finally meet. I'm admittedly not fond of her reason for coming to Man's World, and if you aren't either I apologize, but it does feed into the story later on which is why I selected it. And as of right now I'm planning on using villains related to both heroes, whom exactly yet I'm not entirely sure, so if you have some favorites give them a shout out through PM or in your review.

And now on to the story.

Chapter Three – A Wondrous Woman

Detective James Gordon was an uncertain man.

He hated feeling uncertain.

Having been transferred from Chicago to Gotham City a year ago still felt like a demotion in terms of his career. However, he had burned too many bridges in Chicago by merely being a good man. But if Chicago was the frying pan, Gotham was an inferno. Even after a year he still couldn't discern where the various gangs ended and the GCPD began, of course when the Commissioner's pockets were fat the line most likely wasn't on the map. Of course four months ago a candle had been lit in the darkness of Gotham sparking at the return of Gotham's prodigal son, Bruce Wayne.

He didn't quite know the details behind it, but there had been a shuffle of the cards of the leadership at Wayne Enterprises. It seemed as if overnight Wayne Enterprises had mostly shifted its focus from overseas contracts and swiftly moved to jumpstart a Gotham rejuvenation project, flooding the city with much-needed funds and employment. However, the media only wanted to focus on the nightly trysts that the Wayne heir seemed to too fond to indulge in.

How many models has he been seen with already? Jim Gordon thought as he stared blankly through the glass.

He couldn't remember, however one could always check Gotham Tonight's website which featured a counter on the front page. Bruce Wayne wasn't the only new addition to Gotham City in the near past. Two month's ago something else arrived.

The Bat.

Or that's what the various thugs the GCPD found strewn about the city referred to it as. The media had added the man part to play up the superstitious nature of this myth. To say that Commissioner Loeb wasn't pleased would be an understatement if the amount of wine he consumed daily was a gauge to go by.

The timing of both of their arrivals seemed too perfect to him, Bruce Wayne and the Batman. He was still undecided as to whether Bruce Wayne was Batman, or if he was somehow financing the activities of this costumed vigilante. If he was a betting man he would place his life savings on the Bat and Bruce Wayne being one and the same, but Barbara would kill him and then divorce him. And he wouldn't blame her. However, he wasn't sure if he wanted to know the truth, as it seemed the Batman was trying to clean up the disease infecting Gotham City. At least that's what he convinced himself of.

However, this day, Christmas Day, the people of Gotham City were given another present.

If a six foot two, strong as ten men, flying woman could be described as such. And he had been tasked with finding out why she was here in Gotham City.

Lucky him.

Standing on the other side of the interrogation's room mirror coffee in hand Jim Gordon adjusted his glasses for the third time in the last fifteen minutes. If he had to be completely honest, he was at a loss for words. The woman on the other side of the glass, albeit minus the odd attire, looked like any other woman off the street.

If world's top model title was just handed out to any woman off the street, Gordon thought as he finally took a sip of his rapidly cooling coffee.

Just then the door to his right was flung open unceremoniously by none other than fellow detective, Harvey Bullock.

"This broad is clean," remarked the disheveled detective.

"Did we get a name?" Gordon asked as he finally turned his gaze towards Bullock.

"Nah Jimmy, I mean clean as in doesn't exist. No priors, no name, no birth certificate…nothing," Bullock continued as he slammed the folder containing the incident report on the nearest tabletop. "Probably just another Wackadoo. First that Bat wacko and now this…this place is goin to shit."

This place has already gone to shit, thought Jim as he placed his cup on the table and flipped open the folder.

"Hey Jimmy, why ain't she cuffed?" Bullock leaned closer to the glass to see that her wrists weren't bound.

"Considering she tore a car door from its hinges, I think that our handcuffs wouldn't even faze her," Jim replied as he scanned the incident report from the responding officers.

"Well at least we know Jenkins will need a change of shorts," Bullock snorted as he reached into his pocket producing a ham sandwich.

Jenkins, the patrol officer that had tried to arrest the woman in the other room, had apparently soiled himself after she had single handedly lifted him from the ground. A full two feet he had been told, of course that might've been an imagination.

"Bullock," Jim began as he raised his eyes from the report. "Is that a sandwich?"

"Yeah," Bullock answered, a piece of ham hanging from the side of his mouth.

"What are you doing with a ham sandwich in your pocket?" Jim quirked an eyebrow.

"What? A man's gotta eat," Bullock stated before he took another bite of the item in question.

"Some more than others," Gordon stated under his breath.

Gordon was saved from Bullock's retort as another presence entered the room. There stood Bruce Wayne still dressed in the same clothes he had been a few hours before, the only addition being the lightly wrapped bandages and sling covering his left arm.

"Mr. Wayne," Gordon nodded as he surveyed the man in the doorway. "Thank you for joining us."

"Well I didn't get a chance to thank my savior earlier, as your men were quick to escort her away," Bruce put on the playboy mask as he extended his hand to Gordon. "And please, call me Bruce."

Grasping Bruce's hand Gordon laid out the usual spiel," They were only following standard procedure."

"I didn't realize soiling yourself was standard procedure," Bruce jibbed as he moved his hand back to his pocket.

"And I didn't realize you knew how to break a car window with your elbow, Mr. Wayne," Gordon countered trying to gauge the man's reaction.

"What can I say, I must've slipped on a patch of ice," Bruce's gaze held steady, none of the regular deviation that someone telling a lie held. Either he was telling the truth, or he was very good at lying.

"So what's the word on our mystery woman?" Bruce changed tactics as he approached the glass peering in on the solitary occupant.

She was definitely a sight to behold.

Naturally bronzed skin, undoubtedly from being out in the sun more often than not; dark raven locks that reached just below her shoulder blades; deep blue sapphire eyes, which were somewhat obscured by the battle crown that she wore. The crown itself appeared to be made of silver with protruding pieces to protect her nose and temples from attack. Next, he noticed the silver breastplate which had been emblazoned with an eagle; leading down to a blue colored leather pteruges. On her legs she wore red leather boots covered by silver greaves with a matching pair of silver greaves on her forearms. The cloak that hung over the back of her chair reminded him of the stars and stripes of the American flag, leading to a clear view of her red bodice and…star spangled panties.

"Let's not keep our guest waiting then," Bruce said before he quickly opened the door to the interrogation room and entered.

"Wait, Mr. Wayne," Gordon rushed to stop him, but was too slow as the door nearly shut in his face as he stopped short.

Her eyes never ventured from his as Bruce moved to the chair that had been placed across the table from her. Deciding to wait beside the door, Gordon waited to see what would happen between the two people in the room.

After five minutes of this staring contest, Gordon was getting impatient as he began to slightly shift his weight from side to side. Just before his patience was to give out Bruce Wayne leaned back in his chair.

"Thanks," Bruce stated suddenly, causing the woman to ease her posture ever so slightly. "What's your name?"

"It is customary to give your name first, before asking for another's," the woman stated with a slight accent.

"My name is Bruce Wayne, and judging by your accent and attire I can guess you're from Greece," Bruce leaned forward slightly as he rested his good elbow on the table.

"I am Diana," Diana responded in kind her gaze still locked with his. "Of Themyscira."

"Diana," Bruce said as he let a smirk come to his lips. "That is a beautiful name. However, I thought Themyscira was only a myth?"

"Far from it, I assure you Mr. Wayne," Diana seemed to take slight offense at his question.

"Well then, if I may ask, how have you come to know English so well?" Bruce questioned hoping to ease the woman's position.

"I was granted wisdom by my patron goddesses, of which English was included," Diana informed still unsure what this man in front of her was getting at.

"They must have blessed you with beauty also," Bruce smirked again hoping the playboy persona would work on her as it had many others.

"They did," came Diana's terse reply. "They also granted me the strength of more than twenty men."

"You sound like quite the formidable opponent then," Bruce joked as he maintained his position.

Annoyed at this man's unwillingness to take her seriously, Diana quickly rose from her chair and with one hand flipped the table through the mirror on the wall revealing a petrified Harvey Bullock. "Do you wish to test me?"

Jim Gordon reacted quickly by drawing his gun from his holster, "Freeze!"

"My quarrel is with this man here," Diana declared with fire in her eyes.

"It's okay Jim, lower your gun," Gordon hesitated but slowly did as he was told. "So Diana, before you rip me limb from limb, tell us why you're here."

His cool demeanor in the face someone his greater forced the wind from her sails as her rigid shoulders slumped as her tensed arms fell to her sides.

"The gods have decided that it is time for Themyscira to rejoin Man's World, that we may serve as an example for humanity to follow," Diana stated.

"Well then, I would think New York City would've been a much better destination," Gordon cut in as the viewing room began to fill with other officers of the GCPD.

"The City of New York had been my original destination, but a vision lead me here instead," Diana corrected the man as her gaze finally turned to him.

"I hear New York is nice this time of year," Bruce cut back in as her gaze shifted once more. "Besides, I think Detective Bullock will feel safer if you aren't here in Gotham."

At Bruce's comment Gordon turned to see Harvey Bullock standing statuesque, the table embedded into the wall on his right, with a noticeable stain running down the front of his pants. Maintaining his calm Gordon glared at the small crowd of officers that had gathered at the doorway. After a few seconds of silence the gathering took the hint and quickly dispersed. Only then did Gordon fully turn his attention to his fellow detective.

"Harvey," the sound of his name drew his attention to Gordon. "You may want to go clean yourself up."

Nodding absently Bullock walked sullenly out of the room. Turning his attention back to the issue at hand he saw the warrior woman square her shoulders to the unassuming billionaire.

"I was lead by my goddesses here, to Gotham, and here I shall stay," Diana declared resolutely.

"Well, if I can't change your mind…" Bruce began.

"You will not," Diana stated.

"If I can't change your mind," Bruce began once again as he pulled a card from his breast pocket. "Take this. Detective Gordon here can escort you there then ask for Claude."

Diana tentatively reached her hand to grasp the thin card between her fingers, examining it quizzically. Bruce turned towards the exit stopping to shake Jim Gordon's hand.

"Jim," Bruce nodded. "Keep an eye on her."

"Mr. Wayne," Gordon responded his mind still trying to catch up to the situation.

Before Bruce could make the exit he heard Diana call to him, "Wait, Wayne. Why?"

"Why not?" Bruce turned with a slight smirk. "And call me Bruce."

Then the doorway was empty, leaving two confused occupants as they turned their gazes to each other. Outside, Bruce quickly made his way down the steps bypassing the various news agencies that had gathered on the steps of the GCPD Headquarters. Waving off any questions he quickly slid into the back seat of his Rolls Royce, Alfred's favorite car, his trusty butler in the drivers seat.

"She appears to be quite a wondrous woman," Alfred stated as he pulled the car into the light traffic around them.

"Yes, yes she is," Bruce stated lost in thought. "She can't stay in Gotham."

Alfred merely stared ahead as he maneuvered the streets of Gotham.

And there you have it.

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Oh and as a teaser the first villain that I have planned should make an appearance in the next chapter, but most likely towards the end of the chapter.

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