Disclaimer:

I do not own the Batman or Sailor Moon franchise. If I did, I wouldn't be a fan, writing fan fiction.

Author's Note:

This entire story is dedicated to MissScorp.

My first multi-chapter comic/manga crossover... it's kind of like a test, but I hope you enjoy it.

Prologue: The Masks That He and I Wore

Rei walked up the steps of the abandoned warehouse, feeling like she would have a heart attack. This couldn't be real. Why did she get a message from Usagi's cell phone? That was impossible. She wasn't in Gotham. Her princess wasn't supposed to be involved in any of this. The shinto priestess had called Ami repeatedly, but for some reason, the genius wouldn't answer the phone.

Something wasn't right.

Still, she needed to be practical. This could be a trap, but what if Usagi was there? What would she do then? Pulling out her communicator, she tried to see if there was a reception here. No, for some reason, that was completely being blocked out. How was that even possible?

It didn't even run off human-made energy.

Her phone was ringing in her purse. Quickly, she grabbed it, hoping to see Ami or Michiru's name. Neither. It was Usagi's number again.

"Usagi! Is that you?"

Silence.

"Usagi!"

"She means that much to you, eh?" A man's filtered voice came over the receiver.

There was silence as Rei looked around, trying to see if someone was watching her. The tops of all the buildings were empty, and there were no cameras anywhere. This was the older part of Gothan City where criminals and homeless alike gathered; the police practically gave it up years ago. It was like being sent into Arkham Asylum.

"You won't be able to find me, even if you tr y!" the man said, almost seeming to laugh to spite her.

"Who is this?" Rei growled.

"Come inside and find out."

Rei bit her lip. "That text from Usagi, did you send it?"

Silence.

"Is she with you?" Rei asked, trying to sound as calm as possible, buying time until she could get Ami to call back.

"If you don't want her dead or any of your friends, stop stalling."

Rei's eyes widened as she ran up the stairs. Her violet eyes were vicious and angry, her black hair whipping in the air. No one threatened her friends and Usagi!

"Mars Eternal Power, Make Up!" Rei shouted, transforming into Eternal Sailor Mars. Her hair was no longer the ravenous black, but now royal violet, matching her eyes. Her business attire changed into an outfit similar to Japanese schoolgirl's outfit, red and purple, wearing long red high heels.

"It's just as I thought, isn't it?" The man's voice went through the walls. "You lied to me all this time."

Rei scowled. Damn, it was someone she knew. She tried to pick up his aura, but even as she tried, there seemed to be so many others i n the area, tearing away her ability to differentiate one from another.

"Where are you ?" sh e screamed out, taking her hands out and blasting through and burning away the walls. She took a left and there was a janitor's closet and beyond that, an alleyway. Turning to the right, there was a bunch of student desk blocking the path.

"Mars Flame Sniper!" A bow and arrow made of fire appeared within her grasp. Her eyes narrowed, she shot the arrow into the barrage of desk, destroying the barrier. The pieces flew through the walls and clashed into the window, and some of debris flew back towards her. A strong wind being blown towards her, sending everything back.

S he dodged the rubble with ease. The ash smothered the air as she coughed and ran forward then went up the stairs at the end of the hallway, taking notice that she was five stories up. Stopping for a moment, she could see that from here on out, both sides had no handles and only glass windows, covering where the walls should be.

"Don't wo rry," the voice spoke again, "I d on't plan on killing you before seeing you in person one more time."

Rei walked through the area, unsure about how to continue through this part. "Listen, we can talk. If you know me then I'm sure this has been a misunderstanding."

"You lied to me."

Rei grimaced. That wouldn't be the first time. "About my identity?" She tried to get the person to talk more, distract them just enough to understand the situation.

"About everything! I can no longer trust you!"

"I'm so sorry, but please, we can talk this out. Just let all my friends go, please." She knew he wouldn't agree, but his answer would at leas t identify what kind of person she was dealing with.

He sighed over the loud system. "You're slick, just like him. I hate you, just like I hate him!"

Rei's heart skipped a beat. That voice, now that it was under the loud system, was no longer unrecognizable. It couldn't be. No, not him. She began to sweat, nervously. "Hey, seriously, I'm not trying to be sly. Let's talk, plea-"

"JUST FREAKING DIE!"

"You said that you fought for the same reason as I do!"

"You said that you wanted the same thing that I do. You're a liar."

Rei ran forward, her heart racing faster than her mind. He wouldn't hurt them, would he? Her mind went back to every moment that she had spent him, the trust that she had in him, the moments where her heart would race with him just coming close to her. This person, no, not that person... he wouldn't do something so cruel. "Please, if you're my friend and everything that we've been through mean anythin-"

"Stop. Playing. Damsel. In. Distress."

Detransforming back into her civilian form, the wielder of fire tried to speak with him, trying to calm him down. "We both fight for the same thing, for love and justice. We can understand one another. Whatever it is that you're upset about, it's not worth it,"

"You called me your kindred heart." The voice came from behind her. He stood in the shadows, his muscles pulsing with each breath. "You said you understood me."

How could he get behind her without her feeling his aura? Rei tensed. He had blood on his hands, and she could smell it. "I'm sorry, but why are you involving Usagi in this?"

He came closer, his face as handsome as it had always been, those sad eyes as tragic as every other moment she had been with him. "Because she means more to you than I ever will. She and Crystal Tokyo, the place that you fight for."

Rei felt her body get weak as he grabbed onto her arm and slammed her against the glass window, shattering it to pieces. She screamed as the glass pierced through her.

"I kept fighting because I believed that you would be with me forever, but you're a liar, just like him and I hate him."

Eighteen Months Earlier

Gotham City

Wayne Manor

Alfred stared incredulously at the paper in his hands, eyeing his boss with a look that Bruce could only read as: "My God, he has completely lost it." Anxiously, the older man looked over at Bruce, moved his lips to speak but nothing came out. How should he phrase it?

"Do you intend to make a script?" he finally asked. Behind that mask of coldness, Bruce could sense a smirk.

"Why do you ask?" The younger man muse d, taki ng his eyes off the paper in his butler's hands and pretended to read the newspaper.

Alfred stared silently at his boss, knowing full well that he knew what he was talking about. Pursing his lips, he stared at the paper with genuine interest. If this paper w ere to be leaked for how Mr. Wayne chose his associates, the people to work under him, the entire world would never question his sanity.

Turning the sheet towards the man he raised, Alfred raised an eyebrow, "Why am I the clean-up artist in this idea of your film?"

Looking it over, the younger man reached for it, a smile on his lips. It almost appeared as if he had forgotten that the Butler had long known that the drunken, over excited playboy was the facade he wore for the world around them. "Well, you do clean up my messes, don't you?"

The butler was clearly not amused.

Wayne Enterprises

in..

"This Crazy World We Live In."

The Idiot played by Summer D. Leaven

(could be the THG too since Tina is getting kind of old)

The Straight Man played by John K. Warrenn

(fired, needs to be filled)

The Hot Girl played by Tina M. Morrigan

(Blondes are getting old, very cliche... fix this, Batty)

The Girl Who Knows Too Much played Leah K. Millens
(fired)

This list will be updated as these people's personalities are evaluated.

Executive Producer: Bruce Wayne

Costume Designer: Lucius Fox

Clean Up Artist: Alfred Pennysworth

"And my name is misspelled?"

"I would never get that wrong." Bruce sipped his iced tea, still pretending that the newspaper interested him.

Alfred looked over the paper again. "Mr. Wayne, if I may, who wrote this? On second look, there are obvious differences in your writing style."

Almost, as if on cue, a young Dick Grayson came trudging in, sweat pouring down his lean, muscular form. "I just wanna show her who's boss!" He yelled into the cellphone, his thin lips curled into disappointment. Although he was obviously talking about something of an adult level, Bruce could only see a child, the boy he had raised when his real parents died.

There was silence as he looked over at the two sitting down, acknowledged them with a head nod and listened to Fox on the other side of the phone. "So what... I don't care that she's our highest producer! She's breaking all the rules..."

More quietness followed as his shoulders leaned over, miffed by whatever details that were being said over the phone.

"Since when do bars have such high standards?" Alfred asked, clearly uninterested in an answer but trying to see what was missing.

"I'm the casting director," the young man who once donned the Robin outfit shouted. It sounded as if he were trying to be demanding, but the high shrill in his voice sounded more like he was begging.

Raising a brow at his butler, Bruce saw the man's cold stare at the paper, lighten and though his expression didn't change, he could read it as relief.

Unsurprisingly, Alfred couldn't hide his disdain. "You're not putting him up as hiring director, are you?"

Alfred understood why he was doing it, and if it was his own child and his own company, the butler would probably do the same thing, trying to fix what had been broken, knowing he was going about it the wrong way. As much as he knew that the business was also part of Bruce's disguise of being just a rich guy who inherited a multi-billion dollar business without a care in the world, hiring Dick may have gone one step too far.

Bruce acted as if he hadn't heard the question. He couldn't imagine losing his son again, not after the time they spent apart. Sure, he knew that offering him a job at Wayne Corp wouldn't heal the wounds, but it would keep him close. It would show his "little Robin" that he saw him as an adult, as "Nightwing," not just the little boy who he took in when his parents were killed.

Looking up, he saw the young man showing a flustered Alfred (whose face didn't show it, but Bruce could read him like a children's book nowadays) what he was using for the interview process.

"See this! It's a livejournal personality test... the real stuff, not like that facebook stuff."

"I see."

"This way, we know what we are getting. Y'know?"

Bruce shook his head. Maybe this was a bad idea.

Children's Miracle Fundraiser

Professor Ludwig Residence

Metropolis

The fact that he had caught her attention had been a complete accident. Men of his stature had always intrigued her, though most were only for a moment. Wayne-san, there was something different about him, something that laid hidden within the depths of darkness that he allowed few to see.

He wasn't much different from the one she loved; and, because of that fact, s he smiled and watched him take out his own wine bottle and pour into his glass, his eyes watching each girl around him with careful eyes. That was the image he wanted people to see. She could see it because she, too, lived under a facade that she called: Kaiou Michiru.

In her mind, she was always Sailor Neptun e . H er civilian form that ha d always been her disguise. Those years before her memory came back, they were false, it was all part of a scheme to keep this masquerade going.

His eyes caught her own. She didn't bother looking away, but instead, smirked and stood up when a man moved to ask her to dance.

She turned to the right where the man had come to ask for this moment alone with her. He was an older man, hunched over slightly, but the way he licked his lips, she could assume that he thought that he would get some tonight.

"Young lady," he repeated for the third time, "May I have this dance with you?"

"Only if you can promise me something." Michiru's eyes danced mischievously over to Mr. Wayne, purposefully giving the older man a very different idea than what she planned.

"Oh." The man chuckled. "You may not know this, but he's a man that you probably don't want to get involved with." His wrinkly hand touched her slender arm, his dimlit brown eyes staring down her shirt, not bothering to hide his distasteful actions.

"And why is that?" She pretended to not notice what he was looking at as she pulled up her dress just a bit to cover up.

"Dance with me, little lady, and we can talk." He wasn't used to being told 'no,' that she picked up as she picked up her purse, stood up, and extended her hand. Michiru knew that, with men like him, to never allow them to be the one to have their way even if she was agreeing to it.

The piano played softly in the background, an opera singer's voice swaying over the melody. The woman singing had lost her passion, and Michiru could feel it. She was singing live, and d espite all the beautiful notes, the song meant nothing to her. She was singing in Latin, a language that Michiru hadn't spoken since what seemed like forever. It felt nostalgic, hearing that voice and despite the happy lyrics, the woman's voice mourned over each note.

Michiru understood that feeling. It was the reason why she, Haruka, and the three other sailor senshi moved to Gothan City. It was the fear that their happiness would leave them unless they did something.

"He's a player," the old man said, surprisingly keeping his promise.

"Oh?" Michiru was never one to divulge tons of information.

"And a drunkard," the old man continued speaking, "I hear that despite his wealth, he does nothing to keep it up."

Jealousy was showing it's ugly face. Michiru sighed. "Sounds like a bad boy." She finally slipped out then in natural dramatics, she looked away, playing embarrassed. "Mama always said that a bad boy would be my downfall."

The man frowned. "What do you need a young man like him for, Miss Kaiou?" His thin leathery lips seemed almost angry, no, that was a look of a man that never had a woman get away from him.

Michiru smiled. "If that's all the information you have for me, the dance must be over." She wasn't afraid of him. Every detail about the old pervert was known, and he wasn't her target. Patting him on the shoulder, she excused herself and walked past Bruce who was talking in a drunken slur.

Each word a sputter of nonsense, it almost made her laugh until she noticed his eyes watching he r. T he way h e looked at her, it was different from the old man. He was wary. The rich man was very much sober, no glossed over look, no tiredness,no, he was none of those things. He was just as intrigued by her as she had been by him.

Like her, he was also wearing a mask, an invisible disguise that only they, themselves, saw.

Normally, she would never allow herself to question what she should do next, but right now, seeing his dark eyes watching her, it felt as if one wrong move could end her. In a normal situation, this would be perfect to speak but seeing as women surrounded him, their arms linked into his, one kissing his neck, that wouldn't be smart.

She needed him to come to her. Just like with the old man, she needed to be in control of the situation. Somehow, she wasn't sure if with him, that would be possible.

Besides, she needed to go. There would always be another chance.

Splack! "Waaah!" This was definitely not expected. Michiru fell backwards as a worker fell into her, knocking their full wine glass bottle out of their grasp. She twisted her body like a cat as she caught the falling glass bottle. Even so, even with all her reflexes, she couldn't stop the wine from flying into her hair and covering Bruce's face and white dress shirt.

Silence. Utterly nothing but silence. The music stopped. It felt like she had slipped out of real life and into a movie where these kind of things happened. Sailor Neptune never made hiccups. No, in fact, she only made changes of plans, but she never made mistakes.

"Gomen," she said, unable to stop herself, apologizing, "nassai." And, for whatever reason, the only thing she could do was speak in her native language, saying sorry.

He raised an eyebrow, staring at her oceanic blue eyes and green hair that made her seem possibly rebellious but her voice said something different. He had been reading lips all night so he knew that she spoke perfect English.

Flustered, without another word, Michiru picked herself up off of him, put down the wine glass onto his table and walked off towards the bathroom.

If there was one thing that both the Bat and planetary warrior had in common, it was their need to make everything go according to their plan.

However, in that moment, neither were quite that prepared. Even so, even at that moment, they both knew what mask they would wear after the initial embarrassment wore off.