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Crossing Worlds	By : DarkTopaz Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 2194 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Crossing worlds 1/?
Author: Dark Topaz
Summary: X-men/Batman, Storm needs a break from being a hero so she creates a life for herself in Gotham separate from her life in the Marvel universe. With plans to never have the two meet. But like all plans this one didn’t last.
Pairing: Ororo/Bruce
Rating: R to be safe on the violence front
Authors note: Authors note: Everything I know about Batman from movies, Fanfiction, and cartoons, for X-men I learned from Cartoons, movies, X-men legends II, and fanfiction.
Disclaimer: I don’t own anybody or place familiar

Intro

Being a superhero was never meant to be easy. The continual fighting, dealing with powers that continually fluctuate and change, and then there is the distrust of the public. Is it any wonder that so many superheroes burn out or go insane from the pressure? Though for some, it is worse due to the source of their powers. One such example is that of Ororo Monroe, otherwise known as Storm of the X-men.

Ororo was one of the ones that was impacted specifically hard. Being a mutant meant she had to face the hate and fear that came with the prejudice. Not only that, she had the fact that she is a woman, which means she had to be careful not to puncture the egos of the men that she fought along side with. Then of course there was the insurmountable load of being team leader for most of her career as an adventurer, which also kept her under a lot of pressure. So it was no surprise that she had to find a way to get away from it all.

Storm tried different things trying to find something that would help her escape from the pressures, from shopping therapy to art classes but with different missions and battles that constantly emerged, she was unable to find solace. Finally she just started spending time flying around where ever she was stationed at the moment. It was during one of these flights near the X-men mansion that she finally found her own personal version of paradise. It was a portal tucked away in a cave toward the back of the woods, which led to another world. A world that was similar to the one that she was in only in this world there where no mutants and it had its own groups of heroes. So it was very easy for her to pass her self off as a normal if exotic looking woman, which is exactly what she needed.

She was fortunate that she was in full battle wear the first time she fell through the portal, which meant that she had Beast’s latest Brain Child the Fools Hacker. It was a voice activated mini computer the size of her fingernail and fit on the inside of her headpiece right next to her ear. It allowed her to access any computer system and learn anything that she needed to know, which was a true godsend in situations like this. So it only took her a couple of hours to learn everything that she needed to about the world that she had landed in. She discovered that she was currently in a city called Gotham. And that the portal itself was sitting on some land that also home to a two-story farmhouse that was for sale, which meant she didn’t have to worry about anyone seeing her coming and going.

Due to the surrounding forests the area was completely secluded, something that she insured by buying the property as soon as it was apparent that she was going to be spending a lot of time in this new city. Of course earning the money, which she needed to buy the property took a little hacking to find her niche. One thing she had learned in her time in America is that if you want to succeed then you have to have something that only you can bring to the table. For her it was access to a whole dimension of artwork and technology that could not be found in Gotham.

When she decided to make a side life for herself in Gotham, she first created an identity for herself: Ororo Monroe, owner of the very exclusive import export company Lightening Strike. She then went about building up a clientele. The first two sales she made were in two very separate arenas but both where found using Beast’s newest toy.

The first one she made was to one of Gotham’s society matriarchs, the widow Agatha Telling who was well known for collecting unusual African art, both antique and newer pieces. With this information in mind, Ororo made a point of sending her a picture of an African Totem she had received as a gift from an unwanted suitor, with the simple message “interested” scrawled on the back along with her contact information. She heard from the Widow Telling within a matter of days.

The whole transaction, not including the lengthy lunch they shared, resulted in Ororo making her first half million. Of course, while she was expecting for the Widow to spread word about her services through out Gotham high Society, she didn’t expect to receive an invite to one of Agatha’s who’s-who luncheon. She used the contacts she made to insure that she would have something to come back to when she next returned to Gotham.

This continued on for a couple of months she would split her time between being Storm of the X-men and Ororo the elite art dealer. She would get descriptions of unique pieces that the idle rich of Gotham wanted and then she would find some piece in her home universe and take it back with her to sell. But she soon grew bored and decided to branch out.

The rest of her fortune came from the technological field; Ororo had the good fortune to win one of Beast’s blue print schematics to one of his inventions a low emissions car engine, in a poker game. Ororo simply filed a patent for it in the Gotham universe, then turned around and sold the blueprints to Wayntech a subsidiary of Wayne Enterprises. Always thinking toward the future, she made a point of keeping the rights for it.

Ororo made her way through the crowd that littered the entranceway of Dracon’s one of Gotham’s more, high end bar end grills. She deftly avoided the hostess that tried to halt her movement as she made her way to the corner booth that currently housed Professor Vincent Growthmore.
“ Professor Growthmore” Ororo said as she slid into his booth. “ Before you allow the gentlemen that is no doubt being summoned as we speak I suggest that you take a look at this.” She said as she slid a packet of papers across to him.
“ Why not?” he said as he wiped his hands on a napkin before he reached for the packet of papers. “ I have always believed that a beautiful woman should be humored.” He added as he gave her am attempt at a rakish grin. By the time that the two well built busboys reached the table with the purpose of escorting her out, only to be waved away by the now very excited professor. “ Don’t even think about touching her. In fact bring back my waitress so that she can order. Get what ever you want my dear on me.”
“ Thank you professor.” Ororo said, “ Would one of you mind snagging me a menu?” she asked one of the busboys. Once both of them where gone she turned her attention back to her dinner host. “ So I assume that I have your attention now.”
“ Yes, you do Ms.?” He asked finally looking up at her since he had seen the notes that she had passed him.
“ Ororo Monroe.” She replied as she leaned back so that the wait staff could place her place setting in front of her.
“ So how did you come to invent this engine?” Growthmore asked as turned back to his dinner.
“ I didn’t I won it in a poker game.” She replied with a small smile as she took a sip from her water.

She took that fortune and used it to repair the farmhouse that had become her home away from home. By the time that she was done, it was her dream home. The outside was given a new coat of cream paint with dark honey brown trim while the inside walls were painted with light airy pastels that contrasted nicely with the dark antique furniture. The overall effect was rustic with a couple of posh perks such as her Jacuzzi bathtub and mirrored dressing room. Along with her green thumb enhancing the outside, she had made herself a cozy safe haven.

Her business life and new home weren’t the only thing that flourished during her visits to that dimension. Due to the Widow Telling's interest in her, Ororo found that she was safely entrenched in Gotham’s elite. Whenever she checked her messages at the farmhouse there was always an invitation to some ball, gala, or luncheon.

It was at one such ball the Nocturnal Devine if she remembered correctly, she met Gotham’s second greatest draw for her, Bruce Wayne, the prince of Gotham. According to the society columnist that was present to witness the meeting of the two “You could literally see sparks fly when their eyes met.”

Ororo was holding court next to a pillar in the glittering ballroom of Gotham Plaza. The cavernous room was done up to resemble a night sky. With yards of black silk fabrics billowing from the ceiling and walls that where interlaced with fairy lights making it appear the guests where in the night sky. Most of the guests were dressed for the celestial theme, lots of dark colors and star shaped jewelry with the occasional dress whose colors where modeled after planets, even rarer were the people who styled them selves after the constellations. The style of each guest seemed to echo which social matriarch’s favor they were courting. Ororo her self wore a roman style silver dress in deference to her patron the Widow Telling, in order to represent the constellation Cassiopeia. The only jewelry she wore was a bronze armlet wrapped around her left bicep.
“So I told Tom that if he wanted it done right he should call Antonio.” One of the more vapid socialites said with a twittering laugh. Ororo rolled her eyes internally as she gave the woman a small half smile, before she went back to scanning the ballroom for Milton Mackson, who had been making overt hinting that he would like to have her acquire a unique piece for his office. But it was not the aging banker who caught her attention. She instead found her eyes being caught by a pair of the most intense looking brown eyes she had every seen.

When she first saw his eyes, they had an almost playful dimness to them. Then a second later they had such a dark intensity that she could have sworn she was meeting the eyes of the Punisher. Then the two blended into a unique combination just before he pulled away from the clinging blonde on his arm. Had some one asked what had urged her towards him, she would never be able to answer them. Despite that she still found herself moving towards him. The room seemed to go still when they came to a stop in front of each other.
“Bruce Wayne,” were the first words he said as soon as he came to a stop in front of her, arm extended.
“ Ororo Monroe,” she replied as she offered him her hand. His response was an almost sinisterly confident smile as he took her hand and lead her off of the floor to a table set back in a corner.
“ I find it hard to believe that I have never met you before now. I make it a point to know all of the beautiful woman in Gotham society.” Bruce said in his smoothest voice as he pushed in her chair.
“ Well I don’t normally take residence in your dates cleavage.” Ororo replied with a devilish smirk. “ Speaking of cleavage isn’t Matilda Falcon the reason that you attended.” She smirked, nodding toward the petite blonde who was practically falling out of her dress.
“I have always been fond of women with claws. I have a feeling that we are going to be spending a lot of time together.” He chuckled a he took her hand and brushed his thumb across her fingertips. He was definitely smooth.
“ I can honestly say Mr. Wayne that I have no problem with that.” Ororo replied with a soft smile.
“ Please, call me Bruce.” He replied as he refused to relinquish her hand.

They spent most of the night talking occasionally getting up to dance. But it seemed that in no time the catering staff was impatiently waiting for them to leave so that they could clean up. Since that moment it was common belief that as soon as Bruce settled down and Ororo was established she would be the next Mrs. Wayne. Of course, no one said it to his or her face. As far as she was concerned, her and Bruce where good friends that attended functions together when the other didn’t have an escort.

Of course no matter how much Ororo wanted to spend her time in Gotham as a normal woman, she found that it was difficult to repress her heroic tendency. She tried to regulate these inclinations into charity work, receiving some solace. However, fate placed her in a situation with no way that she could not act, crossing her path with Gotham’s own dark knight.

The night was chilly and clear, actually making her shiver, as she made her way across the parking lot toward her car in dim light of a flickering streetlight. Reaching for her keys, she first spotted them: three men lurking just outside of streetlight’s circle. If she had been anyone else, she probably would not have noticed and been fair game. As it was, Ororo just shook her head and pulled out the switchblade that she kept in a wrist sheath. Once she had a good grip on that she pulled out her keys with the other hand. She slowly made her way toward her car, uselessly hoping that she was wrong and they were not after her, or even worse, they were not just hunting for any old victim. It was this option that brought her heroic instincts to the forefront of her psyche. Given what she could see of the situation, the only action that she allowed her self to take was to take a bracing breathe and head in with her eyes open.

She was no more then a couple of feet from her car when they finally moved to circle her.
“ Mr. Thorn, would like to have a word with you.” One of them growled out in that smug, gravelly tone all thugs seem to think is threatening.
“ Mr. Thorn and I have already spoken,” Ororo replied as she sank into a defensive stance. “ And I have since severed all lines of communication.”
“ He would like to reopen them.” Thug number one growled as he reached to grab her arm, only to find himself being flung at one of his four cohorts knocking him out. “ Get her.” He snarled as he pulled himself to his feet. She quickly knocked the second one out using her keys as a set of bronze knuckles and turned her attention to the two thugs who pulled weapons. The one on her left revealed a knife while the one on her right pulled a flat jack. She slipped her keys back into her pocket just before she flipped her knife open. And started to wrap the leather belt from her coat around her left fist.
“ Lets play then.” Ororo said as she balanced on her balls of her feet. But before she could act, she watched as the two remaining thugs started to panic as a bat like shadow suddenly appeared in front of her. She then watched as they where both taken out in short order, by what appeared to be a fast moving shadow. It was only then that she pulled out of the crouch. She had herself in. “ Thanks,” she said with out really looking around. The only answer that she got was a rustling of cloth and ‘he’ was gone.

That wasn’t the last time that she had a run in with the Dark Night. She became with quite familiar with some of Gotham’s nighttime characters. She managed to earn favors from Two-face, Mr. Freeze, and Poison Ivy, all of who had approached her looking for items ranging from plants to a paperweight. This fact only would of put her on Batman’s radar add to it her fighting abilities and she was almost guaranteed to see signs of him almost nightly whenever she visited Gotham.

All through out this Ororo had found herself a nice little sanctuary, a place to escape to when things got a little too hectic in her life as a superhero. It was her home away from home. As well as her greatest secret, one that she had no intention of sharing with anyone in her home dimension. She watched as other heroes lost their nerve, mind, or powers, in some cases all three, while she just thought of the portal that was tucked away in an ancient cave settled in the hills above the X-men mansion. But like all plans this one didn’t last.
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