So, this is my new story and I hope you like it! In this, Celeste was raised with neither Batman nor Wonder Woman in her life. Dick, Tim, Alfred, and Donna were the ones raising her. Now, ON WITH THE FIC! Also, I apologize in advance for the DBZ references.

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Seventeen year old Celeste Wayne could hardly remember a time in her life that hadn't been complete chaos and suffering. Ever since both of her parents had died when she was five, life on Earth had been turned into a living hell. Even being outside in the open for too long was dangerous. It's not fair, she thought, clenching her fists. Without her permission, tears came to her eyes as she thought about what she and countless others were being forced to endure.

"Hey," said a deep masculine voice. Her best and only friend Rex Stewart approached her. "You okay?"

Celeste sighed, wiping at her eyes furiously. "I'm fine," she insisted stubbornly. "Are we doing this or what?" She had called him over for a reason. She did feel bad for endangering him, it wasn't safe to be flying long distance, but she needed to do this.

Rex nodded at her. "Yeah." He looked over the balcony ledge, his vibrant green eyes scanning the city below. "How much time do we have?"

Celeste checked her watch. "Less than ten minutes," she informed him. She placed the mask over her bright blue eyes, the combined symbols shone on her suit. "Let's go." If anyone found out what they were about to do, they'd be in big trouble. But neither could not just sit by and do nothing while there were people who needed help, rampaging monsters who needed to be put in their place. The two of them rose above the ground before flying off and hoping they would survive this encounter.

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"Have ether of you seen Celeste?" asked Donna as she walked into the living room. "I have not heard from her for a while."

Tim and Dick both looked down, not being able to meet the Amazon's eyes. "The balcony," answered the former. "There was a story on the radio earlier that really upset her."

Donna sighed and leaned against the couch. "I can't blame her," she admitted softly. "It's horrible what those monsters do. And it doesn't help that she probably inherited the 'hero complex' that both Diana and Bruce had. It must be hard for her."

"It's hard for all of us," added Dick quietly. "But she has to understand that she's not ready to fight them, she may never be." He leaned back in his chair. "You, Tim, and I have trained her the best we could, but not even we are a match for those mechanical demons."

Alfred entered the living room, panic evident on his face. "I can not find Miss Celeste," he said, his tone laced with alarm. "I checked the Batcave, the balcony, and her room. She's gone."

"I bet I know where she is," said Dick.

Donna shook her head. "No, she wouldn't," she stated insistently. "She would never be stupid enough to face them alone. Not after last time."

"Turn on the news, someone," ordered Tim.

Donna turned on the TV where a female reporter was speaking while a mostly destroyed Metropolis showed. "The havoc wreaking Androids known as Morte and Miseria are attacking Metropolis. Anyone in or around that area is advised to flee immediately." She held a hand to her ear. "This just in, a young assumed vigilante baring the Wonder Woman and Batman symbols and a young man branding the attire of a Hawk have been spotted attempting to battle them."

"Celeste!" exclaimed Donna in worry. "Dick, Tim, we have to go after her!"

"We can't," Dick said. "There's no way we'll be able to catch up to her in time, even with you flying at your fastest speed."

"Rex is there too," observed Tim. "He won't let them hurt her."

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Celeste, or Wonder Bat as she's known as with her suit on, wiped a trail of blood that went from her mouth to her chin as she Bat-glared at her opponent. "That all you got?" she challenged the android. "You and your brother are both overrated. How you two managed to defeat the entire Justice League is beyond me." Honestly, her body hurt like hell, but she wasn't about to give either of those monsters the satisfaction.

The woman, Miseria, smirked at her pitiful attempt to look tough. "Is that so?" She had long midnight black hair and cold, lifeless pitch black eyes. "Let's see what you got left in you, wench." She lunged at the girl, tackling her into a nearby building. Wonder Bat winced as her back hit the hard concrete. She hoped Rex was having better luck than her.

Rex, or Warhawk, was struggling as well, but like his friend, he wouldn't show it. Unlike his friend, however, he chose not to mouth-off to the death machine. "What's wrong?" his opponent, Morte, mocked. "Cat got your tongue, kid?" The male android had short black hair an eyes just like his sister. He licked his lips. "That friend you got over there's pretty cute. After I finish you, I'll be sure to have my fun with her."

Warhawk clenched his fists in anger. "Shut up," he hissed. "You won't lay a finger on her. You touch her and I swear I will destroy you."

Morte seemed intrigued by this as he chuckled. "Did I strike a nerve?" he inquired. "Well, punk, let's see if you can live up to that threat." And with that, the fierce battle raged on.

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"Donna, please try to calm down," urged Tim as the older woman paced around the room. "Celeste is strong, she'll be alright." Even as he said this, he could not shake the feeling that his sister was in trouble. Big trouble.

"Calm down?! How can I calm down?!" demanded Donna loudly. "Diana asked me to do one simple thing; to take care of Celeste! Somehow, I've managed to screw that up! I failed her and Celeste."

Dick inhaled sharply. "You think Bruce didn't make me swear to do the same? I want nothing more than her back here safe and sound with us. But if there's one thing I know, it's that Celeste has the combined stubbornness of Bruce and Diana." He paused. " She also has their compassion and drive to help others. We could put bars on her window and it would never stop her."

Donna said nothing as she stared out the window. She knew Dick spoke the truth, she just wishes that Celeste didn't have such a big heart sometimes. Though she knew that with Diana's genes, it was impossible. Athena guide her. Please, keep my baby safe, prayed the Amazon. Donna loved her niece, she loved her as if she were her own daughter. She knew that she could never replace Diana, but it was nice to have a piece of her sister left.

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Warhawk and Wonder Bat were losing, they were losing bad. Miseria and Morte truly lived up to their nickname, The Mechanical Demons. They knew exactly what was wrong with them; they had both trained themselves since they were children to be able to feel exactly what condition their bodies were in at all times. Wonder Bat's left arm was broken in about five places, her right knee was most likely shattered, she probably had a concussion, a few of her ribs were broken, her left shin was sprained, and her right shoulder was dislocated. Warhawk faired slightly better. His ribs were bruised, both of his arms were at least sprained, he also had a concussion (albeit slight), his right leg was broken, and his left shoulder was dislocated.

It was no secret that Miseria was a bit stronger than her brother, that's why Wonder Bat insisted on fighting her. Celeste was physically the strongest between her and Rex. She knew that she would definitely have a better chance of surviving than Rex would. Rex didn't really like the idea, but knew that his friend was right (she often always was).

Warhawk and Wonder Bat were covered by rubble from a crumbling building, both barely able to move. They stayed quiet as they listened to the Androids' frustration. "Ugh, where did they go?" demanded Miseria. "This is all your fault, Morte! I really wanted to finish them off this time."

"How is this my fault?" responded Morte in a bored tone. "You were the one fighting the girl. Oh well, I didn't really want you to kill her anyway. Would've been fun to keep her as a toy."

Miseria made a face. "You're disgusting," she hissed at her brother. "Whatever, let's just leave. We tore them up so bad that neither will probably never be able to walk again."

"Whatever you say, sis."

Rex was certain both were gone before he turned to the injured girl next to him. "Are you okay?" he asked in concern. "She got you good this time."

"I'm fine," insisted Celeste weakly, trying to keep herself awake. "What about you? Something was off today, I've never seen you flight with such blind rage. What's wrong?"

Rex sighed heavily. "Morte said somethings that pissed me off is all, no need to worry," he assured her. He noticed the white slits of her mask were barely visible. "Celeste, you better not be sleeping. You have a concussion." He pealed off the black fabric, revealing her drooping blue eyes, and shook her a little. "Hey, stay with me."

Her eyelids dropped. "Can't...stay...awake..."

Rex pecked her lightly on the cheek to distract her from sleeping. "Yes you can," he insisted. He began to play with her long black hair. "You're never allowed to cut it."

Celeste forced her eyes open and raised an eyebrow. "My hair?" she asked.

Rex nodded. "Yeah. I like it long."

Celeste fiddled with it. "But it's a real pain," she complained. "Besides, it'll be easier to fight with short hair." She turned to him. "Do you think they would be proud of what we're doing?"

Rex immediately knew exactly what she meant. "Of course they would," he answered. He looked up, even though he couldn't see the sky. "If they were the kind of people everyone always told us they were, then they'd be doing the same thing." Celeste didn't say anything, but Rex knew that she agreed. They stayed there quietly, lying next to each other for what seemed like hours, maybe even a whole day.

Finally, Rex got up, pulling the younger girl up with him. "Since most of my injuries are healed, we should get you home," he told her. "Plus, Donna will have my head if she figures out that I kept you out here in your condition."

Celeste nodded, holding her arms out and grinning cheekily. "Carry me?" she asked like a five year old. Rex shook his head with mock exasperation, but obliged anyway. He picked her up bridal style and flew off into the air towards Wayne Manor.

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When Donna heard a knock on the door at two thirty in the morning, she flew out of bed and down the stairs. Literally flew. She almost ripped the door of its hinges as she opened it. Standing at the Manor's entrance was a bruised Rex holding an even more bruised and barely conscious Celeste. "Rex!" she exclaimed. "What in the name of Hades happened to you two!?"

"To be blunt," began Rex. "we got beat up."

Donna sighed heavily. "Bring her inside," she commanded. "And hurry." Rex did as he was told and entered the Manor. He followed Donna into the old Batcave. He placed her on one of the medical tables. This was not the first time he's had to do this.

Dick, Tim, and Alfred soon appeared as well. "Oh my god..." whispered Tim. "Is she okay?"

Alfred immediately began to check her over. "Luckily, Miss Celeste's meta abilities are healing her at a rapid pace," he said, his tone somewhat relieved. "She'll be fine."

As if on cue, Celeste stirred and slowly opened her eyes. She gave the group a grin. "Hey guys," she greeted weakly. "What did I miss?"

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"Aunt Donna, you can't be serious!" exclaimed an outraged Celeste a day after the events had taken place. Her injuries were mostly healed, but some still remained visible and painful. She had made Rex stay the night and have Alfred check him over. He was still down in the Batcave since his injuries healed much slower than hers.

"Of course I'm serious," insisted Donna. "You'll know when I'm joking."

"Why am I grounded?" demanded Celeste. "I did nothing wrong! You know I can't sit by and let those monsters take innocent lives!"

Donna narrowed her eyes at her niece. "You disappear without telling us and risk your life to fight two mechanical demons who destroyed the entire Justice League!" she retorted loudly. "You're not allowed to leave this Manor! Do I make myself clear?"

Celeste's nose twitched, a sure sign that she was getting angry (Diana used to do the same thing), as she glared harshly at her aunt. "You're not my mom!" she yelled hotly as she stomped up the stairs to her bedroom.

Donna winced as she slammed her door shut. She's right, the Amazon reminded herself. I'm not her mother. Diana is. And Diana's gone. She felt tears threaten to spill. Damn you, Diana. You had to go and get yourself killed. Couldn't you have sat that one mission out? Celeste needs her mother, but I'm just her aunt. She needs you, not me.

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Celeste wasn't sure what time she had fallen asleep, but she awoke to someone shaking her, their movements desperate. She could just barely make out who it was. "Rex?" she questioned. "What are you doing? What's wrong?"

"We have to go!" urged Rex as he yanked her out of bed. He threw black fabric at her. "Here, put on your suit."

Celeste did as she was told, not caring in the least that she was changing in front of him. She had done it countless times before and trusted her friend not to look. "What's going on?"

Rex's expression was grave. "Morte and Miseria are coming to Gotham," he answered.

Celeste paled. "No..." she whispered. "No, no, no!" So far, the Androids had left Gotham alone. They both knew it was only a matter of time, but Celeste prayed that it would never happen. She was powerless against the Androids, but this was her father's city. She wanted to protect it like he would have wanted, but now she new that she couldn't. Well, she had to try. She sighed as she placed her mask over her eyes.

The two of them went down to the Batcave where Troia, Nightwing, Red Robin, and Alfred were waiting for them. "How close are they?" asked Wonder Bat.

"They're heading straight for us," said Nightwing quietly. "They went right through Gotham and now they're heading for the Manor."

"How did they find us?" asked Warhawk worriedly.

Wonder Bat then noticed something blinking on his neck. She realized it was a tracker and practically ripped it off. "Rex, this was on you!" she exclaimed. "Morte must have planted it on you yesterday during the fight! They've been tracking us!"

"Shit!" hissed Warhawk, angry at himself. "We're screwed. Utterly and totally screwed."

Suddenly, there was a loud bang as both of the Androids busted into the Batcave. "Hey there," said Morte casually, as if he and his sister hadn't tried to kill two of the people standing in front of him the day before.

"Miss us?" asked Miseria slyly.

"You wish," snarled Wonder Bat, taking a fighting stance. "I hope you two don't think you're gonna finish me off today." She was bluffing of course, everyone could see it. She thought she caught Rex share a look with her brothers, aunt, and surrogate grandfathers, but brushed it off as her paranoia talking again. Before she could begin her fight, the world began to fade away into darkness as she fell to the hard floor.

"Go," she scarcely heard her aunt order.

"...miss you...is," stated Tim.

"...love you...leste." She could barely make that out as Dick's voice. She could feel herself being lifted up before she blacked out completely.

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Celeste woke up to find herself in a sort of strong-glassed sphere with Rex outside of it, tapping away at something. Recent events began to flood into her mind. "Rex, what happened?" she asked. "Why'd you knock me out? Let me out of here so that I can kick their mechanical asses."

She heard Rex chuckled, but it was hollow and humorless. "We've been talking about this for months," he admitted, knowing that she was going to be angry. "Celeste, this machine will send you to a parallel universe, one where Morte and Miseria never existed. You'll be safe."

"W-What?" stuttered Celeste. "Rex, you can't do that! This is my home, I need to fight for it!" She began to grow angry as her nose twitched. "Am I really that unbearable that you have to send me to a parallel world just to get rid of me!?"

Suddenly, he punched a nearby button that allowed a small window big enough for the top half of their bodies to fit through to open up, taking Celeste by surprise. Rex grabbed her shoulders and smashed his lips unto hers. Celeste was thoroughly shocked, but kissed back nonetheless. She had wanted this kiss ever since she was ten.

Rex broke away from the kissed abruptly and shoved her further back into the pod. He closed the window and punched in the coordinates, launching her. Celeste punched the glass with all her might, not caring that her knuckled were beginning to bleed. Tears formed in her eyes as she saw Morte and Miseria come in, the latter punching a hole through Rex's stomach. She screamed as blood gushed out. "No, Rex! I love you!" Exhaustion overtook her as she passed out once more.

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The first thing that Celeste saw when she woke up was a suspicious yet beautiful face of a woman nearly identical to hers. She felt a sword being pointed at her neck. "Who are you?" the woman demanded. "And how did you get inside the Watchtower?"

"Mom?" was the only thing Celester could utter.

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Well, how was that? I'm trying out this new idea, so let's see where it goes, shall we? By the way, longest chapter I've ever written. Please review!