#wondercrow

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The last person they expected to find was Wonder Woman.

“What brings you to our neck of the woods?” Robin questioned

She looked irritated. No, she looked mad. “My cousin Eros has been causing trouble, moving from city to city. I’ve tracked him here, and hopefully he won’t slip away this time.”

It took a lot for Diana to get mad.

Nightwing hummed. “Who’s Eros?”

“Eros is the son of Ares and Aphrodite. He’s the god of desire, sexual attraction and affection. The Romans knew him as Cupid. My dear cousin tends to get bored, and meddle in mortal relationships. He thinks it’s funny, but I don’t find anything funny about forcing people to fall in love.”

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“You don’t think . . . .”

“Oracle, we need Scarecrow’s location now.”

Nightwing looked nauseous. “Jesus, talk about desperate.”

Diana frowned. “What about Scarecrow? What’s HE up to?”

“Buying sex drugs from Cupid, apparently.”

“Gahh, I just want this night to end! I don’t ever wanna think about ‘Scarecrow’ and ‘sex’ in the same sentence ever again.”

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Nothing ever went according to plan.

ONE night. One fucking night where he could just get a fucking break, that’s all he asked for. Not only had Batman found him, but Wonder Woman was hot on his tail.

They’d both brought muscle, who were keeping Nightwing and Robin occupied. Wonder Woman cut through them with fire in her eyes.

Jonathan glared at Angelus. “I thought you said you got rid of her!”

“I did!” the god insisted.

“Batman and the Batbrats are one thing, I ain’t getting my ass beat by a fuckin’ Amazon! You find me when you shake her for good!”

“Oh, don’t be such a pussy!”

“I’m only human, jackass! I’m a little more breakable than you!”

“Oh, Fine, I’ll deal with her, then.” He melted into the shadows, making his way up into the rafters just as the Dark Knight came swooping down towards Scarecrow. A solid kick to the chest sent him rolling across the floor. He was picked up and slammed into the nearest wall.

“Drugging people with fear toxin is bad enough, but this is low even for you. So if you come quietly I just might reconsider breaking every bone in your body,” Batman snarled.

Up high, Angelus conjured an ornate pink bow and arrow that seemed to shimmer and took aim at the Dark Knight. “I doubt you’ll want to do that after this,” he murmured. “At the very least, you’ll buy him dinner first.”

Several things happened at once.

Nightwing came out of nowhere and tackled Angelus just as he fired, making the shot go wide.

Scarecrow broke free of Batman’s hold, grabbed his scythe and bolted for the exit. Wonder Woman blocked his path and said scythe was the only thing that stopped her sword from cleaving him in half.

The arrow came at the wall at an angle and ricochet off, sending it towards the previously mentioned exit.

Through sheer luck, Scarecrow managed to hook his scythe around the hilt of her sword and disarm her. He knew he couldn’t kill her, but he COULD hurt her—mighty kind of Angelus to gift him a blade that could draw blood from a god. Her split second of surprise gave him an opening.

Batman and Robin were rushing to her aid, but they wouldn’t be quick enough.

“DIANA!”

Just as he was about to take a swing at her, he let out an undignified yelp as something sharp jabbed him in the ass. He stood frozen, blinking like he’d just stepped into bright light. He took one step forward, then another, gaze still fixed on Wonder Woman. She had her sword again and was braced for another attack, but it never came.

He blinked again. His heart was beating hard in his chest. His whole frame trembled.  His mouth felt like he’d swallowed cotton. For one single moment, the room spun and he felt like gravity would fail and he’d fall off the planet.

The scythe clattered to the floor.

The Scarecrow fell to his knees.

For a moment Diana was confused, still wary, but then the light caught his eyes. She took a horrified step back as he stared up at her.