Set the Stage
This is a fan-fiction, meaning it is fiction by a fanatic. I make no claims of modesty or delicacy to cannon.
Batman, Wonder Woman, Ra's Al Ghul, Barbara Gordon, and the Justice League are all trademarked by DC Comics and Warner Bros.
Once upon a time, a girl woke up in a cave. Her first thought was to wonder why she had slept here and how long she had been sleeping. However, she didn't know the answer to either of those questions. What kind of a person I'm I to not remember why I would sleep in a cave? She mused that she must have been very tired because she was dressed in metal plate armor and any sensible person would have put on pajamas instead.
The girl wandered outside the cave into the valley. She found shady glens, bubbling springs and smaller cave, all enclosed by steep, sharp cliffs. She wandered back to the cave in which she had awoken. She found a great cavern stocked with enough food to feed an army. She found a sword and shield resting beside the entrance to a dark passageway which lead deep under the earth to a secret place. Not finding any answers and just more questions, she returned to the mouth of the cave and slept.
The world was imbalanced. Ra's Al Ghul had lived many years and had watched many trends. Mankind was the catalysts. Oh, not in the way climate changing way that ran through a super-nation's government every ten years. The problem was in habitat. No matter the original environment, humankind eventually overwrote it to best support humans. As the human population grew, more and more area was needed to support it. During the last few centuries, the imbalance of the environmental habits had become obvious to even the most short sighted of homo sapiens. Ra's saw that the only way to truly restore balance was to balance human population.
Unfortunately, humans resist being culled for the good of the any cause, quiet fiercely in some cases. Even brilliant men like the Detective had taken it upon themselves to champion the very wretches they knew would permanently alter the planet. The Detective, and others of the caped community, had a knack for meddling when it mattered the most. However, Ra's had one advantage over most of his foes. He was, for all practically purposes, immortal. The Lazarus pits were the key to his victory. They were both his weapon and his life's blood. The chemical properties of the pits could heal mortal wounds, raise the dead, and, if weaponized, wipe out a country. However, the Detective had destroyed many of the known pits. That was why Ra's was pouring over maps and journals in his study. A new one would be very helpful.
There was a knock on the door. "Enter," he said.
The assassin outside entered the room and made his way around to the side of the oak desk. "It's has been done as my lord as ordered," he bowed solemnly and presented an ancient tome to Ra's. Ra's took the tome and the assassin left.
Several hours later Ra's put down the tome and sat back in his chair. "Interesting, very interesting." The scroll had restated many things he already knew. Nevertheless, there were a few useful tidbits. Folding his hands under his chin, Ra's began to make plans.
The girl in armor sighed. Her cave still had enough food to feed an army, albeit a smaller army. However, since the dreams had started, she had found herself becoming picky. In her dreams there were all kinds of wonderful foods. Mouth watering names like pizza, curry, and moo goo gai pan carried over into her waking hours. It was very frustrating. She also dreamed about reading books. Normally, she would have like reading books, but this reading list was nonfiction government, religion, world events, and even psychology. Her dreams were getting way too similar to a charter school.
With a frustrated huff, she went back to whittling a piece of packing crate. In addition to no pajamas or causal clothes, she had no shoes. Fed up with walking on gravel at the spring, she had found a way to brace the sword against the ground and run the piece of wood across the edge of the blade. She already had a left sandal with straps of woven grass. Attaching the straps had given her some trouble until she hit on the method of boring out three holes with the tip of the sword.
She finished the other sole, attached the straps, and then admired her work. "It's not Gucci," she grinned, lacing the straps over her feet and wiggling her toes, "but it's perfect for around the house."
Meanwhile, in a city called Gotham, the world's greatest detective was listening to some very disturbing news. The woman delivering the news was Barbara Gordon, once caped crime fighter, now oracle of electronic information.
"Ra's is on the move again."
Batman's eyes narrowed behind his mask.
Barbara turned her wheel chair to a large computer screen. Her fingers danced across the keyboard. "Look at this land purchase in West Virginia. See that name, Harmonious Balance. It's a shell company attached to James Bunner. His name is what set off the alarms."
"He's greedier than I thought. When I paid him a visit a few years ago, I was sure that he'd at least tell Ra's and get rotated out so I couldn't track him back to Ra's. Guess he didn't want to loose the business."
"He's not very high on brains," commented Barbara, "I compared his cash flow to current spending, and he's been buying enough toys that the feds are getting curious."
"That's not what they should be curious about," Batman pointed at the readout. "Look. Geological surveys, mining permits, worker visas. Someone is digging, and with imported men and tools."
Barbara nodded her head. "Exactly. Ra's and the League of Shadows is way out of my girls' playing level. You're an active member of the Justice League with the most history with him, so I thought. . ." She looked over her shoulder. He was gone.
She rolled her eyes "Over dramatic as always."
High above the Earth, Batman stepped off the teleporter arc of the Watchtower. He went over to the Javelin control and punched in some settings. With a crackle, another figure appeared under the arc, Wonder Woman, Amazonian princess.
She glared at him. "I was just sitting down to dinner."
Batman shrugged. "It's not exactly like I can knock on your front door." With little preamble, he explained the situation.
Wonder Woman frowned. "Ra's is digging in the States? Isn't that a little conspicuous for him?"
Batman nodded "Either it's a very bad trap, a very clever distraction, or something very important. That's why I want your help."
Unaware that some of the most powerful forces on the planet were moving toward her little valley, the nameless girl was trying to boil dried meat and mushrooms in her helmet to make soup.