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Drawn & Quartered	By : HeyBats Category: DC Verse Cartoons > Justice League Views: 5101 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Batman silently studied the scanners on the Batwing, looking for aignsigns of variation that would indicate he was nearing the legendary island of Themyscira. Wonder Woman had arrived on the scene in Man’s World in response to the Invaders, helping the group of Superheroes unite to defeat them, then had retreated back to Themyscira just as quickly. The formation of the Justice League was a success however Superman and Martin Manhunter’s disappearance, and Green Lantern and Hawkgirl’s pursuit of their kidnappers, meant Flash and Batman were the only League members available to defend the Earth. Batman was determined to recruit the Amazon Princess into the League and had spent the last two hours following the tracer beacon he’d secretly stowed away on her tiara prior to her departure.

A signal suddenly flashed on his scanner, indicating the tracer was immediately below him however he couldn’t pick anything out of the gloom below the wings. He pulled the Batwing into an Immelman, inverting the plane so that he could survey the ocean surface below, all the while losing 10,000 feet of altitude per minute. He saw nothing but empty ocean as the plane plunged towards the surface. The beeping of the beacon grew louder by the second however there was nothing to be seen. His altimeter indicated less than 1,000 feet when started pulling out of the steep dive. His plane was still descending however when suddenly the atmosphere below his canopy shimmered for a moment. An island appeared out of nowhere immediately below him. He rolled the Batwing over and leveled off 100 feet above the surface, roaring over a group of temples in the center of the island. He circled a plaza between the largest of the Temples before settling the Batwing into hover mode over a field next to the largest Temple.

Ten Amazon warriors immediately surrounded the plane as soon as he shut down the engines. They were all armed with spears and shields and their expressions were menacing. He spoke to them in Greek, momentarily startling them when he asked to be taken to Diana, their Princess. He knew that they would take him there anyway but given their expressions, he thought it wise to make any and all attempts to ease the obvious tension created by the arrival of an outsider (a male no less) to their island.

The walk to the Queen’s Temple was short. Only the Temple of Athena was larger but the grandeur of the Queen’s Temple was equally impressive. As they walked, one of the guards pointed to his utility belt. He tried to ignher her in the hopes that she would allow him to keep his belt however she brought the march to a quick halt when he didn’t comply. He slowly pulled off the belt and handed it over before they resumed the march to the Temple. Two white marble doors swung open, revealing a Great Hall within leading to a smaller throne room at the opposite end of the Temple.

Hippolyta sat on the throne, a grim expression evident on her face. She was wearing the same white toga his guards were wearing, albeit adorned with a large amount of gold inlay which signified her as royalty. The chief of the guards handed over his utility belt. Hippolyta briefly examined it before placing it on a table next to the throne.

Diana stood demurely behind her mother. She was similarly adorned in a plain white toga as her Mother, with her own gold inlay signifying her status as royalty on the island. Her hard expression softened for a moment when she recognized him however her countenance did not otherwise change. She waited until Batman was brought all the way into the throne room before leaning in to whisper something in her Mother’s ear. The Queen’s hardened expression also softened for a moment however the scowl was still there when she spoke.

“What business have you on Themyscira?” she demanded in English.

Batman’s eyes narrowed under the slits of the cowl. He stayed silent for a moment, refusing to be intimidated by the tone of the Queen or by the tips of the spears pointed at his throat.

“I request an audience with Diana, Princess of Themyscira.” He replied in Greek.

Hippolyta nodded in appreciation at his attempt to use her Mother tongue. “I see you are familiar with our customs. That may prolong your life a little longer, Batman, however it won’t save you from your ultimate fate. Pray continue with your request.”

“Diana’s absence from Man’s World has been a great detriment to the Justice League.” Batman intoned. “Our ranks are currently diminished and another threat could result in the destruction of Man’s World. I came to request your audience and beseech that you may consent for Diana to leave Themyscira from time to time to help her comrades in battle.”

Hippolyta’s expression hardened again at the mention of Man’s World. “Do you see what your actions have caused, Diana?” she seethed, turning to her daughter.

Diana bowed her head to her Mother and apologized for her actions. “The world was in peril, Mother. I could not stand idly by and do nothing. I seek your foregiveness.” Her expression indicated this was not the first time that she had been lectured by her Mother and he sympathized with her plight.

“Your daughter’s bravery and strength were instrumental to saving the world from the Invaders.” Batman started before he was cut off by Hippolyta.

“Man’s World does not concern us!” she shouted. “Your arrival here has broken our most sacred laws and while my daughter informs me that you are one of Man’s World Greatest Warriors, I have no choice but to sentence you to death for this violation. You are to be killed in the Coliseum tomorrow morning.”

“May I request the means of my execution?” Batman asked.

Hippolyta again nodded in appreciation of his knowledge of their culture. “I see you are familiar with all of our customs. Very well then. You may choose the method of your death.”

“I request combat against your Champion.”

Diana’s eyes widened in astonishment at his request. “Batman, you can’t ask me for that!”

“Silence, my daughter!” Hippolyta commanded, then turned back to him. “You are welcome to take your death by that honorable method. I applaud your courage for the request however it will not change your fate. Will it, Diana?” she asked.

“No, Mother.” Diana whispered back. “I will do as you command.”

Hippolyta looked into her daughter’s eyes, surprised at the lack of enthusiasm from the Warrior Princess, however her daughter’s motives did not concern her as she rose from the throne. “We will lay a feast tonight in the Dining Hall in your honor, Batman. Despite your impending death, we have no desire to appear as savages. That is nor war way.”

“I will be happy to dine with amongst such beautiful company.” Batman replied, staring directly at Diana. He continued to stare at her as the guards hustled him to his prison cell. Diana felt a pang of regret welling inside her as he disappeared around the corner. She strode from the room in a brisk walk before her Mother could speak with her again.

Batman sat in his jail cell, meditating on his impending fate, when the outer door to the holding area cracked open. Diana walked in and motioned to the two guards to leave her alone with the prisoner.

“If you are so familiar with our customs, why would you still come here knowing that your fate was decided as soon as you landed on the island?” she started angrily in English.

“Man’s World needs Wonder Woman.” He replied in Greek. “I am but a mere mortal. Death does not concern me. What does concern me is the fate of the world. Superman and J’onn J’onz are missing. Lantern and Hawkgirl are searching for them. The Earth needs all of its heroes in such times.”

His use of her mother tongue infuriated her. “Speak English, damn you! Whatever your motivations, however so well intentioned, you still have no right to come to Themyscira!”

“Why did you not answer my summons?” he replied evenly. “When we last saw you after the Invaders War, you said you would return to us shortly. What changed?”

Diana’s expression wavered for a moment and she bit her lip nervously before replying. “My Mother banned me from leaving the island again. Said my departure would make her subjects nervous.”

Batman’s eyes squinted behind the cowl. “Do you always do what your Mother asks?”

“I have no choice but to honor my Mother’s request. Do you not do the same for yours?” she snapped.

“My parents were killed years ago.” He replied softly.

“I’m sorry.” Diana stammered, then turned and fled the cell. “Hera help me.” She muttered as she strode across the Temple Commons.

The Amazonians were dressed in their most elegant attire as Batman was escorted into the Dining Hall. Both Hippolyta and Diana were wearing white gowns with jeweled swords worn on their sides. They also wore gold headbands adorned with eagles wings while the rest of the Amazons wore simple laurel headbands. Batman drew in a breath at the sight of Diana. Despite the beauty of the Amazons, she outshone them all and her beauty almost wounded him.

Hippolyta motioned for him to sit between them. He stood behind Diana’s chair, waiting for her to sit down so that he might push her chair forward. Diana sat down and turned around quizzically, trying to determine his motives. Hippolyta suppressed a smile and allowed him to perform the same courtesy for her before he was finally seated last at the table.

“I see some customs from Man’s World haven’t changed.” She observed flippantly.

Batman’s expression softened behind the mask as he realized that he’d been on auto-pilot, using the manners Alfred had instructed so rigidly for years that they were now second-nature to him. “Not all of the customs in Man’s World involve cruelty.” He replied coolly. He tugged off his gauntlet gloves then realized with a grimace that he was still wearing his cowl in the presence of royalty. He quickly lifted it off his head and laid it on his chair-back.

Diana almost choked on her food when she saw his handsome visage emerge from the mask. “You did not have to remove that for us.” She said coldly.

Bruce was surprised at her tone then shrugged his shoulders with resignation. “There is no reason for me to maintain any pretense any longer if I am going to die tomorrow.”

Hippolyta nodded again in appreciation of his gesture. “It is a wise move as we will see your face tomorrow anyway.”

“Why is that?”

“The ritual of your death requires the combat to be in the nude.” She replied. “Did you not know that? You are aware that the ancient Olympians competed in the nude, no doubt?”

“That particular detail must have escaped my attention.” He replied with a grin. He looked at Diana for a moment, trying to picture her nude form chasing after him with a spear, then shivered inwardly as he remembered her displays of strength against the Invaders. He made an attempt at small talk with the two women during the meal, updating them on the event in Man’s World since the Invaders retreat. Conversation was usually an effort for him but he found himself captivated by Diana’s presence.

He alternated his stories between commenting on the battles since undertaken by the League as well as the respective personalities of its members. They shared some laughs at Flash’s expense and Diana recounted her introduction to The Fastest Man Alive. Hippolyta’s eyes narrowed upon hearing Flash’s bold approach, icily muttering “typical male pig” when the story was concluded. Recoiling for a moment from the obvious venom with which the Queen viewed males, Bruce interjected his own memories of the War with the Invaders. Diana joined in as he recounted their introduction and the final battle, each filling in when the other forgot a detail. Bruce couldn’t remember the last time he’d enjoyed the company of a female in such a manner and shook his head when he remembered that he requested his dinner companion to be his executioner the next day.

The meal was served inumbnumber of courses, each dish more succulent than the last. He allowed himself a glass of wine as the condemned man while Diana seemed intent on polishing off the entire contents of the carafe in front of her. His foot accidentally pressed against hers for a moment when he shifted in his seat. He repositioned it in its previous place then was surprised when he felt her foot seek out his own, pinning it against the front leg of his chair. She slowly slid her foot up his calf, gently kneading the muscle with the top of her foot. He stole a nervous glance her way however Diana had turned away from him and was engaged in a conversation with another Amazon seated to her right. He made small talk as best he could with Hippolyta about the architecture of the temples and was glad when she stood away from the table, signifying the end of the dinner. Diana’s foot snaked away from his leg a second later and she took her leave of him as well.

Bruce glanced at her to see if there was to be any follow through on her part for their little game of footsey however she coldly retreated through the exit reserved for the royal house, never glancing his way. Two amazons escorted him back to his holding cell a moment later. Bruce laid down on his spartan cot, hanging the cape and cowl on the bars then he peeled off his boots and shirt before stretching out on the cot in his trousers. He briefly contemplated using the lock pick in his boot to free himself from the cell however he knew there were four guards waiting behind the door. Even if he could defeat them he realized the Batwing was also under guard, rendering his chances of escape from the island to nil.

He contemplated summoning Flash to the island to effect an escape but he realized that given the power of the Amazons, such an action would likely result in the loss of the remaining Justice League members on Earth. Bruce sighed and resigned himself to his fate when he was startled by the sound of the outer door creaking open. Diana stepped into the room. She was wearing a simple white toga without the markings of the royal insignia. She stood for a moment behind the cell bars then produced a key from her hand and unlocked the cell door.

Bruce swung his legs off the cot and was about to stand up when she set upon him like a cheetah bringing down a gazelle. She hungrily brought her own mouth against his, teeth gnashing against his own while her arms and legs enveloped him. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he sat on the edge of the cot and the questions poised on the tip of his tongue were silenced as Diana’s tongue hungrily sought out his own.

Anchored by her legs, Diana’s hands were free to explore his body. She used her fingertips to trace the outlines of his numerous scars, working slowly from his shoulders and chest, down his back to the sensitive flesh below his navel. His mouth set to work on her body, starting at her neck and hair as he gently nibbled on her earlobes, then ran his tongue down her throat, tasting the sweetness of her skin as she moaned in his ear. His hands cupped her rear to better position her perch on his lap and he felt the cool smooth skin of her bare rump on his hands. ‘No panties?’ he thought, then gently kneaded the firm flesh in his hands, dragging his nails lightly across the skin, then continued his migration downwards. Diana’s eyes flew open as she realized his intent, then she raised herself off of him an inch to give him better access to her desire.

Leveraging her rump with his left hand, he eased his right hand down the cleft of her ass. His fingertips gently teased the delicate skin near her anus then brought his hand farther down and around, probing for the silken nest of fur and folds of her sex. His fingertips could feel the heat radiating from her core and another movement of his hands told him that she was fully aroused and wet. His fingers deftly parted her outer labia, tracing the furrow of heat then he dipped into her moist core, teasing the velvet slipperiness with his hand. Diana’s mouth retreated from his and she arched her back, rocking her body onto the ministrations of his hand. Her hips increased their frenzy as his touch found her clit. He lightly brushed his fingers against that delicate organ, swooping down her furrow then returning to the top of her sex in a circular motion. She bit her lip in pleasure then sought out his sex, freeing his erect organ from his pants as she ran her hand along his generous length.

Feeling the tension building in her sex, she positioned herself directly over the pulsating tip of his cock. Diana slowly eased her hips downward onto this length and she felt his sharp intake of air as her core completely engulfed him. His hands now free, he released the small catch of the toga on her shoulder and tossed it on the floor. Her breasts swung full and heavy in front of his chin and his mouth and hands immediately attacked the two firm white globes pouting in anticipation of his touch. Her nipples perked up quickly as they got used to the constant attention of his tongue. Diana’s hips slowly rocked back and forth on his cock and he could feel himself working into her tight sex with every thrust.

He timed his own thrusts with her movements, sliding his hips forward on each downstroke so that her clit would feel the pressure of his cock and Diana’s eyes rolled back in her head as her orgasm started. She leaned forward into him and bit down on his shoulder to stifle her scream while he controlled his own grunts as the spasms starting at his testicles signalled the beginning of his own release.

Diana could feel the heavy pulses of his ejaculation and she inhaled a sharp breath as a second orgasm overtook her. They looked into each other’s eyes for awhile as the pace of their fucking slowed to a crawl. He was still inside her a minute later when she gently leaned in to kiss him tenderly on the lips, savoring his mouth with her own, then she raised herself off of him, pushing him gently back on the cot. She scampered over to her toga on the floor and quickly fastened it back onto her shoulders. Bruce watched her get dressed without saying a word then was perplexed when she retreated through the cell door again, locking it behind her with nary a glance as she retreated into the night.

The next morning Bruce was awakened by the metallic click of the cell door as four Amazons walked into his cell. He roused himself off the cot and walked out the door. He paused for a moment, trying to determine whether he should temporarily don the guise of the Bat, then thought better of it as he remembered the contest was to be in the nude.

The walk to the Coliseum was brief. The morning sun was sitting only a few degrees above the ocean horizon when he walked into the tunnel leading to the Coliseum floor. One of the guards in his detail ripped off his pants, leaving him completely nude. She stole a quick glance at his member and her eyebrows jumped in surprise at his generous girth. The guard managed a small grin of appreciation then tossed him a shield and a sword before sealing then the entrance behind him.

The entire Amazon population had turned out to watch the ritual sacrifice of the male outsider and they lustily booed him when he emerged from the tunnel entrance. Bruce walked to the center of the arena, surveying his surroundings. The floor was roughly 50 meters wide and another 75 meters long, a disadvantage for him he decided given Diana’s unnatural speed.

Hippolyta sat on a throne in the royal box and stood when he reached the center of the arena. “My Amazon sisters,” she started, “we are gathered here today to witness the execution of the male intruder on our island. He is one of the Greatest Heroes in Man’s World and should provide an interesting spectacle for our amusement. May the Gods grant this man a merciful death!”

The crowd of women roared their approval at the Queen’s proclamation and waited for the arrival of their Champion from the opposite tunnel, however there was no sign of Diana. Bruce shuffled his feet, waiting for his opponent as the crowd grew tense with expectation. Hippolyta summoned one of her subordinates, who quickly jumped down to the arena floor and disappeared into the tunnel entrance in search of Diana.

The crowd roared triumphant a minute later as Diana emerged from the tunnel, the subordinate trailing a step behind her. The Princess was nude according to the custom however she did not carry the required sword and shield, nor did she have the bracelets, tiara or lasso Bruce had seen her employ against the Invaders. She strode up to him purposefully and the crowd gasped as she embraced him, meeting his mouth with her own in a passionate embrace.

Hippolyta stood, incredulous at her daughter’s actions.

“Diana, what are your intentions with this man?” she screamed over the din of the Amazons.

“Mother, I apologize to you and my Amazonian sisters. Last night I took this man as my mate. I cannot be a participant in the death of the man that I love.”

Bruce’s head swiveled in surprise at her announcement while Hippolyta slumped into her throne.

“You do realize, Diana, that by foregoing the ritual of combat, you leave me no choice but to proceed with the ancient custom?”

“Please, Mother.” She begged. “Do not condemn this warrior to an unclean fate. Allow me to take him back to Man’s World and I promise that he will not set foot on this island again.”

“He has broken our most sacred law and MUST BE PUNISHED!” Hippolyta screamed.

Tears rimmed Diana’s eyes as she pleaded with her mother to no avail. Her head dropped in frustration however Bruce brought his hand up against her chin, lifting her eyes to face his own.

“Diana, no matter what fate your mother has in store for me, know that I return your love...especially if the sex is going to be regular.”

Diana’s smile at his announcement was a mixture of both joy and pain. She kissed him hard before being pried away by ten of her Amazon sisters.

Bruce quickly found himself thrown on the ground by a squad of guards. A rope was fastened to each of his limbs as well as his neck. Hippolyta’s final insult to her daughter was to fasten a sixth rope around the girth of his penis. “Drawn and Quartered?” he murmured to himself as six white stallions were brought into the stadium. “I never guessed that would be the method of my death.”

The guards quickly positioned the horses to their appointed places in the arena and tied the ropes to the saddle mounts. The horses were then slowly walked forward until the slack from the ropes was completely taken in.

Hippolyta raised herself from the throne again and motioned for the guards to fasten a muzzle over her daughter’s protesting mouth. Diana’s eyes glared with fury at her mother however Hippolyta paid no attention to her daughter’s struggle and focused on the task at hand.

Hippolyta raised her hand into the air and the guards moved the horses a step forward to draw the ropes completely taut before dropping her hand towards the floor. The guards instantly slapped the rumps of the horses, urging them to render the offending male limb from limb.

Bruce tensed his body against the strain of the ropes as he felt the horses take the slack. The very sinew of his body was being pulled in five directions as each horse strained to pull forward. His arms, leg and neck were pulled in opposite directions and he strained his muscles, calling on every ounce of strength to keep his body intact.

The sixth horse was no problem.

He lost track of time as the guards urged the mounts to pull the mortal apart, however his strength was almost Superhuman as his limbs individually fought against the pull of the horses.

The sixth horse had given up already.

Despite the exhortations of the guards, the horses finally gave up, refusing to pull any more against the superior opponent. The guards were perplexed and the crowd of Amazons grew silent as the horses trotted over to the man on the ground, nuzzling him in respect as the ropes were removed.

Bruce stood up, wincing as he felt a ruptured disc in his back pop into place. His arms, neck and legs were chaffed with rope burns but of course his penis was unscathed. Diana rushed to his side, tears of joy streaming down her face as she once again renewed her kiss against his mouth. “How did - ?” she asked in amazement then shook her head, realizing she didn’t care how he had defeated the execution. They started kissing again and Bruce was lost in her embrace until he heard the sounds of the cheering from the stands.

“He is the ONE! He is the ONE!” the crowd chanted, over and over. Hippolyta slumped in her chair, refusing to believe what had just occurred.

“What are they saying?” he asked.

“There is a legend that a man would come one day, a mortal, who would pass the test of Hercules. That same legend dictates that the man will be granted his choice of wives from the tribe.” She smiled happily.

Bruce nodded in understanding and raised his hand to silence the crowd. The women went quickly silent and he roared at the top of his lungs, “I choose the Princess!”

Hippolyta’s face was ashen as the Amazons roared in approval. The two of them walked out of the arena, linked at the waist and returned to her Palace so that the Princess could attend to the care of her Dark Knight. She quickly discovered the joys of applying lotion to various parts of the male anatomy and her sisters were green with envy that night as they heard the echoes of passion rebounding along the walls of Themyscira.

The End.
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