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As long as I'm in this current comic book stage, here's a little
something I put together last night
The comic book characters used below belong to DC and/or Marvel Comics.
In the Bat of the Claw
By Bill Hart
Batman stared in total disbelief at the incoming results on the
BatComputer's screen. It had to be an error.
He'd lifted the print himself at the scene of that new criminal's
latest crime. He couldn't have possibly made an error. He was Batman;
Batman never erred.
As soon as he'd seen what was on the screen, Batman had sent Robin
home. Stephanie Brown, the newest Robin, was still a little too wet
behind the ears to tackle any of this nonsense. Batman knew he'd have
to check everything out in order to find the actual error.
Once Stephanie had left the BatCave, Batman reran the fingerprint
analysis again. The result was impossibly the same.
He checked the optical scanner; it was in perfect working order.
He checked all the wiring; he found no flaws.
He then redirected the signal from the BatCave toward the Justice
League satellite. After the electromagnetic carrier had bounced
successfully back, the BatComputer detected no differences between the
fingerprint it had just received and the one it had sent. Somehow he
wasn't surprised.
There was nothing wrong with the BatCave's communications network. He
didn't really think there had been one.
Batman removed his glove, then scanned his index finger. As he sent his
own fingerprint off for identification through the network, he hoped
the returning result would be wrong.
A heartbeat later, the words "POSITIVE IDENTIFICATION" once again
flashed on the BatComputer's giant screen. That was swiftly followed by
"RIGHT INDEX FINGER, SUBJECT: BRUCE WAYNE".
Batman stared at the results. At least that was correct. However, he'd
still discovered no problems with any of the equipment. If all the
equipment was functioning normally and he never made a mistake, then
why did that unknown fingerprint keep coming back the same way time and
time again?
Batman ran the print once again.
Once again the words "POSITIVE IDENTIFICATION" flashed on the
BatComputer's screen. And just as impossibly as all the other times,
that was followed by "LEFT RING FINGER, SUBJECT: BRUCE WAYNE".
It was impossible. Tonight was the first time he'd ever been in that
shop. How could his - that is, Bruce Wayne's - fingerprint have been
there. There was just no way that someone could have duplicated his
fingerprints exactly.
On their other hand, there might be one way.
Magic.
There were several possibilities Batman could envision. Mxyzptlk was
normally Superman's foe, but he'd been known wreak occasional havoc
among his friends before. But that mad fifth dimensional imp didn't
know his secret identity. Of course, he hadn't seen his very own extra-
dimensional troublemaker BatMite in several years.
"You should leave the imps out of this, Bruce," echoed an eerily
familiar voice from the shadows. "They aren't to blame."
Batman looked up, more annoyed than surprised or worried. "Who's
there!" he barked. "Show yourself."
"There's no need to be angry with me." The man who had spoken stepped
out of the shadows. He was dressed in a costume that might have been
Batman's if it hadn't been so gaudily overdone. There was definitely
too much cape. And the dull yellow cowl with those dark, overly large
bat ears was almost comical in its appearance.
"Who are you?" asked Batman. "How did you get in here?"
"In my world, I am known as Dark Claw," replied the man. "Your BatCave
and my Burrow are spatiotemporally co-located. A little applied magic
and here I am."
"You're from an alternate reality where magic is functional." It wasn't
a question. "Is that how you duplicated my fingerprints?"
"You're too suspicious of everything, Bruce." Dark Claw reached up and
removed his cowl. "I'm Logan Wayne. I didn't need to use magic to
duplicate your fingerprints, Bruce. We're synchronous dimensional
counterparts. My prints and your prints are and have always been the
same because we are relatively the same person."
"What are you doing here?" asked Bruce, as he removed his own cowl. The
two of them could have easily been brothers.
"Evil has triumphed in my world, Bruce," scowled Logan. "An ignorant
power-hungry fool opened the portal to that dimension where Nommo, King
of Kor and Guardian of the Mystic Flame of Life, had banished the Foul
One millennia ago. The name Demagnus Drachae would have lived in infamy
forever had my world only survived."
"Why are you here, Logan?" asked Bruce cautiously.
"Isn't it obvious? I'm going to continue my fight against Evil and the
Foul One from here." He looked at Bruce. "You're more than welcome to
join my fight, Bruce. This will be the perfect new base of operations
for me." Logan paused for a moment. "I lost everyone I ever held dear
because of the Foul One. I'm determined to pay him back for what he's
done."
"You'll need to find another place, Logan," said Bruce. "I can't let
you put this reality at risk. That's what will happen if you stay."
"I thought you'd understand," snarled Logan. "If the Foul One finds
this world, it won't survive. You must realize your world will fully
accept me once I've assumed command here."
"The BatCave is mine, Dark Claw," replied Bruce. "I'll defend my
territory if necessary."
"You don't want to fight me, Bruce," replied Logan calmly. "A little
magic used here and there will make everything all right. The world
will readily accept me as the one and only Batman after that."
"I'm Batman, not you. Why should you be the one in charge?" asked
Bruce. "This is my world, not yours."
"I'm better suited to lead the fight than you are," replied Logan. "I
heal far faster than you. My adamantium skeleton is superior to your
calcium one." He began smiling. "And what do you think of my adamantium
claws?" he asked, as his claws abruptly extended outwards from his
knuckles.
"Impressive. A most formidable weapon," replied Bruce. "If I refuse to
serve you, are you going to kill me, Logan?" he asked in a rather
matter of fact manner. "You won't be any better than that Foul One of
yours if you do."
Logan glared angrily at Bruce. "Would you kill me if our places were
reversed?" he asked calmly. He didn't need to wait for an answer. They
were so much alike; he already knew the answer. "My parents John and
Elizabeth Wayne were killed in the Crime Alley of my Gotham City just
as your Thomas and Martha were. I've never killed anyone in my life; I
don't intend on starting with someone who might have been me."
"Then we're left with a dilemma," replied Bruce.
"I still want your help, Bruce," said Logan. "We'll be stronger
fighting together."
"I still must refuse. You can't come into my world and expect to take
over. I won't allow it," snarled Bruce. "If we're truly synchronous
dimensional counterparts, then we can't remain in the same reality.
However, if you feel the need to imprison me, then do so."
"You're too stubborn for your own good, Bruce," replied Logan. "I have
no intention of locking you away someplace. You're too valuable a
resource to waste. There are far better alternatives available than
that," he smiled. "I will have your help."
"Not in your lifetime," snapped Bruce. "I'll fight you every step of
the way."
At that moment, Stephanie Brown returned. Bruce wondered why she'd
returned, when he hadn't been expecting her. He wasn't used to having
Robin, especially one still in training, disobey him. He tried to
speak, but couldn't.
"I'm back, Batman," said Stephanie to Logan, much to Bruce's surprise
and chagrin. "And right on time too."
"You'll make an excellent Robin with the proper training," said Logan.
"I've asked someone here tonight that will help you master the martial
arts, Stephanie. Do you recognize our guest?"
"I sure do," replied Stephanie excitedly. "That's Katra - master
extraordinaire of the martial arts." Stephanie bowed deferentially
toward Bruce. "I am most honored to meet you, Master Katra."
"Go change into your Robin attire, Stephanie," said Logan. "I expect
your workout with Katra will be long and fruitful."
Bruce could only watch as Stephanie scurried away. She'd acted as if
Logan had been Batman. She acted as if he were the stranger. That
couldn't possibly be a good sign.
"Although you would have no way of knowing, she is a lot like my
Sparrow," said Logan. "Stephanie is, however, further down the road to
womanhood than Jubilation Drake. Nevertheless, I suppose I'll come to
accept your Robin in her stead."
"What do you think you're doing?" asked Bruce defiantly. "Who the hell
is Katra?"
"I told you I would have your help, Bruce," grinned Logan. "Didn't I?"
he grinned. "Stephanie knows exactly who Katra is. Are you sure you
don't know who Katra is?"
"No, I don't know. I've never heard of Katra before," snapped Bruce. "I
wouldn't have bothered asking the question had I known."
"You said it yourself," said Logan. "The two of us cannot long co-exist
in the same world. That must soon change if you are to continue
assisting me in my fight against the Foul One." At that moment, Bruce
felt a sudden inexplicable chill pass through his entire body. It
didn't take a genius to realize Logan was up to something. With magic
at his disposal, Bruce didn't think he'd like anything Logan might do.
For some unknown reason, Bruce slowly raised his hand. He couldn't
believe what he saw. How had he failed to notice the changes? He was
wearing purple gloves that came up to his elbows. His upper arms were
inexplicably bared.
A downward glance revealed more surprises. He was now somehow also
wearing knee-length black leather boots with no appreciable heel. His
upper legs, more slender than they should have been, were also bared
from the waist down.
The purple sash tied about his waist matched the color of what might
have easily been described as a one-piece swimsuit. Only the shoulder
of what would have been his bow arm was bare.
Bruce didn't know what was happening to him. He was, however, convinced
he should have noticed immediately this total change in his attire long
before he had. As he slowly shook his head, he felt his long black hair
swish about his shoulders and tickle the tops of his breasts.
The tops of his breasts?
Bruce's hand shot quickly to his chest. There was no denying what his
hand found there. When had he gained the twin mounds of firm flesh that
now hung proudly there? He turned angrily toward Logan. "What are you
up to, Logan Wayne? Why did you use your magic to turn me into a
woman!"
"It will be much better this way. You'll see soon enough," replied
Logan. "In your new form, we are different. We can easily co-exist here
now. It was simpler than I imagined; it was just a small change. We're
no longer the dimensional equivalents we once were. Too much has
already been lost to me; it's time something was regained. There will
be only one Batman now - me." He smiled at the transformed Bruce. "I
will be able to take my place in this world as Bruce Wayne easily now.
There will never be embarrassing questions asked. As you are now, no
one would ever believe you were once he."
"You're insane if you think you can get away with this, Logan." The
sound of his own voice was disturbing. "I will fight you." Bruce
absently brushed his black hair away from the front of his face.
"You may fight if you like. Although I may not be as adept as
Strangefate, I still have magic on my side; you have none," smiled
Logan. "However, if you really believe me mad, then by all means tell
me who I am."
"That's very easy. You're Batman, of course," replied Bruce. He was
stunned by his own response. It wasn't what he'd meant to say. Even
though he knew that Logan was really the mysterious Dark Claw from a
totally different reality, he'd still called him Batman. Stephanie had
also called him Batman. Even worse than that, Bruce's mind, unperceived
by him, had also begun thinking of Logan as Batman. Even that odd name
Dark Claw was rapidly fading from his conscious mind.
"Very good. It's begun," smiled Logan. "Now who am I in my civilian
identity?" he asked.
The answer came easily and quickly - far too easily and far too quickly
- from Bruce's lips. "That's also a very easy question to answer,
Batman. You're actually Bruce Wayne, millionaire industrialist,
philanthropist, and playboy, of course. Who did you think you were?"
Bruce shook his head sending his long black hair swirling madly about
his head and shoulders. Something was wrong... very wrong... with this.
He had to fight back. He was Bruce Wayne. But at the same time, how
could he possibly be Bruce Wayne if Batman were really Bruce Wayne? He
knew they were one and same, so he just couldn't be him. However, if he
wasn't Bruce Wayne, then just who was he?
There was confusion spreading rampantly throughout his mind. Things
were different now. Too many things were no longer as they should be.
What was the truth?
What was a lie?
Why did he feel so strange?
"Do you know who you are?" asked the new Bruce.
With the asking of that one question, thoughts abruptly began swirling
as they totally rearranged within his mind. Any conscious thoughts that
he might be or might have ever been Bruce Wayne had been shunted over
alternate pathways that no longer interacted with those thoughts now
more appropriate.
"Of course I know who I am, Bruce. Why wouldn't I know?" replied the
now former Bruce Wayne. "I am Katra, sometimes cat burglar, sometimes
assassin. In any event, I am always mistress extraordinaire of all the
martial arts."
"Excellent," smiled Bruce. "What is your civilian identity, Katra?" he
asked next.
More thoughts swirled and altered. New pathways formed; old pathways
dissolved. She felt a need to fight, but didn't know what. Katra began
wondering why Bruce kept asking her all these silly questions for which
he already knew the answers. Even for him, Bruce was acting very
strangely. "I am Elektra Kyle, of course," she replied. "I really hope
we're through playing these silly little games now, Bruce. There is
still a great evil we must fight together."
At that moment, Robin returned garbed in her costume. "I'm ready for my
first lesson, Katra," she said eagerly. If Robin noticed a change in
Katra, it wasn't apparent. "I think you'll find I'm a quick learner."
"We shall see how quickly you learn, Robin," replied Katra. She turned
and looked over at Bruce. After another momentary bout of confusion,
she suddenly smiled at him. "When I've finished giving Stephanie her
lesson, I'd like a few words with you, Bruce." She had that look in her
eyes that Bruce immediately recognized. "In private, of course," she
purred.
"Of course, Katra. Whatever you say," smiled Bruce. He was fairly
certain he already knew exactly what she wanted. He had felt it too.
She had returned to him just as he'd always known she would. Her return
from the other world was their first victory over the Foul One. It most
likely wouldn't be their last one.
Bruce only hoped he could wait patiently for Katra to finish with
Stephanie's lesson. From his standpoint, it had already been far too
long since he and his beautiful wife had been together.
THE END
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