Tommy awoke slowly, yawning and stretching his arms. He languished in bed for a while, treasuring the way the Egyptian cotton sheets seemed to caress his bruised body. Sleepily, he felt next to him but there was no one there; sitting up, he realized that Barbara must have taken off while he was asleep. He lied back down, threw a pillow over his head and tried to go back to sleep.
"Master Thomas," a voice said, shaking him out of his renewed slumber. Tommy looked up annoyed at the aging tuxedoed man who had shaken him awake. Tommy didn't like Alfred very much. The old man seemed to always be judging, going on and on about responsibility and duty and stuff like that. He always frowned, too; Tommy didn't think he'd seen him smile in the week that he'd known him.
And the complaining! Tommy hadn't heard such complaining.
"Master Thomas, please pick up your belongings instead of strewing them about."
"Master Thomas, please confine yourself to the guest areas of the house. Master Bruce requested that the West Wing stays off-limits."
"Master Thomas, please don't use one of my robes as a cum rag."
And on and on. It never ended with the guy. I mean, it's not like it was Tommy's fault that Alfred's robes felt amazing against his dick. Tommy scowled at Alfred and covered his head with a pillow.
"What is it, Al," He asked grumpily. He had been up all night with the Cluemaster and up all morning with Barbara. He just wanted to sleep.
"Sorry, sir," Alfred replied stiffly. "There seems to be a disturbance in Gotham. Two high-powered beings are wreaking havoc in a brawl. You must stop them."
"Let them fight, they'll figure it out," Tommy said from underneath the pillow.
"Sir," Alfred began, "As the current torch bearer for this great city of Gotham you have a duty to-"
"Alright, alright, Jesus," Tommy said, throwing off the sheets and rising from bed. "Just no more talk about duty, for Christ's sake." Tommy began to exit the bedroom. As he left, he asked over his shoulder, "Any idea whose fighting?"
"Not sure about one combatant, sir," Alfred replied, following Tommy. "But the other one appears to be Wonder Woman."
Tommy stopped. He didn't turn around to face Alfred but the old man still heard him mutter, "Fuck."
***
Wonder Woman struggled, fighting with all of her might to keep this mad woman's claws from tearing her apart. She was on her back with the woman on top of her, the woman trying to bring her claws down to Wonder Woman's face. Wonder Woman was holding the woman's wrists and their faces were close; Wonder Woman could see the blood thirst in the woman's eyes.
"You're getting weak, Diana," The woman hissed, her claws getting closer to their target. Wonder Woman grunted in reply. She suddenly brought her knees to her chest and lifted, throwing the woman into the air. The woman flew 10 feet and twisted, landing in a crouch facing Wonder Woman.
Wonder Woman quickly kipped up and turned towards her attacker. "I still have my tricks, Cheetah," She said, grabbing her lasso from her side.
The Amazon had fought the Cheetah many times but she wasn't sure if she had seen her THIS full of bloodlust before. Wonder Woman knew that the more full of lust the Cheetah got she got stronger, quicker, but also less coherent; she was going to have to outsmart her opponent to get out of this unscathed.
The Cheetah snarled and lunged towards Wonder Woman, her claws fully extended. Wonder Woman waited as long as she could and then dodged, deftly sending Cheetah passed her. As the Cheetah flew by, Wonder Woman hung her lasso out in the air; it caught the Cheetah around the neck and tightened, causing the Cheetah to snap back forcefully. The Cheetah howled in surprise.
While the Cheetah tried to recover on the ground, Wonder Woman quickly grabbed her opponent and lifted her. With a push she flew from the ground, carrying the Cheetah high into the air. The Cheetah struggled mightily, clawing at Wonder Woman. Nails scratched Wonder Woman on the stomach, tearing lines through her suit and just missing her flesh underneath.
Wonder Woman took The Cheetah high, almost half a mile up, and then let go. The Cheetah began to fall, thrashing her arms wildly. Wonder Woman waited until the Cheetah was halfway to the ground and then jetted off after her, her head facing towards the Earth. She extended a fist forward as she neared the Cheetah, striking the villainess square in the stomach. Wonder Woman and the Cheetah fell to the ground, the Amazon driving the African goddess hard into the Earth.
*BOOM*
The shockwave knocked those being held behind the security barrier 300 yards away off their feet. At the impact site a crater was formed, 20 feet wide and 5 feet deep. Thick dust filled the air.
Wonder Woman coughed sharply. She crawled slowly to the top of the crater and rested, trying to catch her breath. She had knocked out the Cheetah but for who knew how long. The impact had taken a lot out of Wonder Woman. She needed back-up.
As she finally began to breath normally, she saw a lone figure. It was a dark silhouette, with two pointy ears. As the figure got closer, Wonder Woman breathed a sigh of relief. Here was a superhero who could help stop the Cheetah once and for all, Earth's greatest hero and-
'Wait,' Wonder Woman thought, 'This isn't right. Is this the real Batman or is it-'
Batman finally came into view. He smiled and waved. "Hi, Wonder Woman!" He said.