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Truth, Honor, and Love in the Wastes

Wed Feb 27, 2019 7:57 pm

Truth, Honor, and Love in the Wastes

A DCAU (Timm’sverse) and Fallout crossover)


The stale smell greated her as she opened the door. She looked into the darkness, hoping that the signal she found was something current and not a left over from two centuries ago. Stepping forward she took in how well preserved the Metrotower was. But then again Bruce had designed it. After a moment the lights began to flicker to life. Taking a look she noticed the layer of dust, but more importantly she noticed a set of tracks in the dust covered floor. Following them she found herself going into the dorms. Thoughts of the last time she had came here ran through her mind.

The insanity of war had taken hold, and there was nothing that she, or anyone else, could do would stop it. Ares of course enjoyed the war, loving the fact that he was causing massive destruction, but even the god of war understood what it meant to have things go too far. He understood what could happen if there was no one left to fight, but his realization came too late.


(Inspiration has hit, and I wanted to give a little sample of what was brewing.)
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Fri Mar 22, 2019 2:57 am

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Sun Mar 24, 2019 7:37 pm

Thanks, now to see where I can take this.

Metropolis - Metrotower 2022

The sounds of sirens going off filled the air, followed by the screams of thousands as they watched in absolute horror at the sights of the first nuclear strikes to hit. Diana stood, baffled at what was happening around her. She knew of war, every Amazon did, and of course living in Man's world long enough to understand more of it on a daily basis. She touched the diamond ring next to a gold band on her finger. Both indicators of where she felt she belonged. She heard the comms going off, and quickly touched the device.

"This is Diana."

"Diana, this isn't a drill, help get the people to the Vaults."

She considered that. It wasn't something anyone in the League actually believed would ever be used, but here it was, the Vaults created by Vault-Tech, a company started by a scientist from Wayne Tech, a former employee of Lexcorp, and one of the PR staff form Dagget Industries. Together they had pitched the idea of underground bunkers that would allow people to not only survive, but thrive should the unthinkable happen. Today their vision proved to be accurate. Diana began directing people to the two Vaults she knew about. One was in Suicide Slums, down inside of a subway station that had long since been abandoned, and the other was under Lex Corp Tower. From what she understood Lex Luthor had paid Vault-Tech a substantial amount of money to create their Vault there. Most likely it was to ensure that he would be able to get inside should the bombs fall. As she directed people she heard the unmistakable sound of something falling and looked up to see a warhead coming down toward her. Before she could do anything she watched as Kal shot off toward it. He caught it, pulling it off course, making it change, and then it exploded above them. She tried to see where he was thrown, but all she could see was him there for a moment, and then suddenly thrown far away. She could only hope that her friend would survive.

Her eyes widened as she considered something else. Her children. They would be in Gotham, would they be in a shelter as well? Uncertain of what to do she left, knowing it was wrong, understanding that she should stay, but her mind could not be settled. She needed to ensure that her children were safe. She arrived at Gotham to see a glowing crater where the Narrows had been, she flew past there to the manor. Windows had been blasted out, but the building still stood. She rushed forward, opening the door, calling out for little Hippolyta and Thomas. She cried for them, and then she saw a body. She moved forward and saw Alfred. He was breathing, but barely.

"We need to get you to the shelter," she said, but it was only to feel him attempt to feebly push her away.

"It's far too late for that your highness, I fear that opening the shelter now would only condemn those inside."

Her eyes widened as she considered what he was saying. He was right, of course, but it didn't change what she felt. She held him softly.

"The children?"

He gasped softly, "Safe. Both are inside of the shelter with Master Richard."

She sighed in relief, "What of Bruce?"

His eyes opened, "Master Bruce needed to ensure that everyone who could be evacuated was."

She understood what he meant by that. He stayed behind and helped get people into the Vaults, up to the Watchtower, anywhere they would be safe. She prayed that he was on the Watchtower.

"Watchtower, do you have Batman's Location?"
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Sun Mar 24, 2019 11:35 pm

Not bad. I'm up for reading more, when you have it.
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Sat Mar 30, 2019 6:36 pm

And here is the completed first chapter.

I've got to get a couple of more done and then I can start posting the story on Fanfiction.net and on the Archive.

Truth, Honor, and Love in the Wastes

A DCAU (Timm’sverse) and Fallout crossover

Chapter 1


The stale smell greated her as she opened the door. She looked into the darkness, hoping that the signal she found was something current and not a left over from two centuries ago. Stepping forward she took in how well preserved the Metrotower was. But then again Bruce had designed it. After a moment the lights began to flicker to life. Taking a look she noticed the layer of dust, but more importantly she noticed a set of tracks in the dust covered floor. Following them she found herself going into the dorms. Thoughts of the last time she had came here ran through her mind.

The insanity of war had taken hold, and there was nothing that she, or anyone else, could do would stop it. Ares of course enjoyed the war, loving the fact that he was causing massive destruction, but even the god of war understood what it meant to have things go too far. He understood what could happen if there was no one left to fight, but his realization came too late. She thought of the lasting phrase she had heard over and over again. War, war never changes.

Metropolis - Metrotower 2022

The sounds of sirens going off filled the air, followed by the screams of thousands as they watched in absolute horror at the sights of the first nuclear strikes to hit. Diana stood, baffled at what was happening around her. She knew of war, every Amazon did, and of course living in Man's world long enough to understand more of it on a daily basis. She touched the diamond ring next to a gold band on her finger. Both indicators of where she felt she belonged. She heard the comms going off, and quickly touched the device.

"This is Diana."

"Diana, this isn't a drill, help get the people to the Vaults."

She considered that. It wasn't something anyone in the League actually believed would ever be used, but here it was, the Vaults created by Vault-Tech, a company started by a scientist from Wayne Tech, a former employee of Lexcorp, and one of the PR staff form Dagget Industries. Together they had pitched the idea of underground bunkers that would allow people to not only survive, but thrive should the unthinkable happen. Today their vision proved to be accurate. Diana began directing people to the two Vaults she knew about. One was in Suicide Slums, down inside of a subway station that had long since been abandoned, and the other was under Lex Corp Tower. From what she understood Lex Luthor had paid Vault-Tech a substantial amount of money to create their Vault there. Most likely it was to ensure that he would be able to get inside should the bombs fall. As she directed people she heard the unmistakable sound of something falling and looked up to see a warhead coming down toward her. Before she could do anything she watched as Kal shot off toward it. He caught it, pulling it off course, making it change, and then it exploded above them. She tried to see where he was thrown, but all she could see was him there for a moment, and then suddenly thrown far away. She could only hope that her friend would survive.

Her eyes widened as she considered something else. Her children. They would be in Gotham, would they be in a shelter as well? Uncertain of what to do she left, knowing it was wrong, understanding that she should stay, but her mind could not be settled. She needed to ensure that her children were safe. She arrived at Gotham to see a glowing crater where the Narrows had been, she flew past there to the manor. Windows had been blasted out, but the building still stood. She rushed forward, opening the door, calling out for little Hippolyta and Thomas. She cried for them, and then she saw a body. She moved forward and saw Alfred. He was breathing, but barely.

"We need to get you to the shelter," she said, but it was only to feel him attempt to feebly push her away.

"It's far too late for that your highness, I fear that opening the shelter now would only condemn those inside."

Her eyes widened as she considered what he was saying. He was right, of course, but it didn't change what she felt. She held him softly.

"The children?"

He gasped softly, "Safe. Both are inside of the shelter with Master Richard."

She sighed in relief, "What of Bruce?"

His eyes opened, "Master Bruce needed to ensure that everyone who could be evacuated was."

She understood what he meant by that. He stayed behind and helped get people into the Vaults, up to the Watchtower, anywhere they would be safe. She prayed that he was on the Watchtower.

"Watchtower, do you have Batman's Location?"

There was static for a few moments, and that few moments was enough time to make her worry. Could the Watchtower be gone as well? But her fears were found to be without merit.

“Diana, the last location we had of Batman was inside of Gotham, ensuring that everyone that could be evacuated was evacuated. I believe the tracking devices he installed into our communicators pinpointed him toward the residental district. I can transport you there.”

She considered it for a moment, “Do it, and I have one that needs to be transported aboard and treated immediately.”

Alfred seemed to shake her head, but looked undeterred.

“There’s clean rooms on the Watchtower, and a full medical staff. I know that they can help.”

She wanted to believe it, but somehow she understood what the man who had been like a father to Bruce already knew. He had done what was necessary, he had saved their children, his grandchildren, and in doing so he had condemned himself to a slow and painful death. It was one that likely even the most advanced medical procedure couldn’t stop, and likely it would only be slowed slightly. But even if it was to just make his last moments more comfortable it would be worth it.

The sound of chirping birds surrounded them and she found herself feeling ill. She shook her head, trying to ignore the feeling, and instead looked around herself. She moved slightly, toward the building that was standing and grabbed the door handle. She opened it and stepped into the door only to look at a crater behind what had once been a building. The crater seemed to be as large as nearly a city block. Hundreds of apartment buildings, thousands of lives, gone in a few instances. She nearly fell to her knees when something grabbed her and pulled her back. She felt her mouth forced open, a rancid orange taste covering her tongue, and she gagged as the hands that held her forced her to keep the fluid inside of her. She swallowed and suddenly the feelings of weakness, fatigue, and sickness began to leave her.

“Damn, guess that I would have won that bet.”

She looked at the one standing before her. He was wearing one of the suits of armor the Military had borrowed from Cadmus’ deep storage. It was similar to Steel’s own armor, but there had been some advancements. She didn’t pretend to understand, but from what she had been told it had a microfusion reactor inside of it, and it had fusion cores it used to run the suit. The cores themselves also could be used to run generators for years, maybe even centuries, without worry of ever changing them.

It had been something that Ray Palmer had proudly created, and he hated that his creation had been made to power a machine used for war. And now it stood before her, a powered armor that was nearly as strong as she was, but without flight. She marveled at how much the helmet looked like a gas mask she had seen when they had went back to World War II. But she studied the suit a moment before it stepped back.

“It’s not safe here, most of the lower income area is simply gone. In truth I’m pushing it being here as well. My suit’s at its limit of radiation resistance.”

“Is there anyone else?”

The helmet nodded, “Yeah, I pulled a few out, gave them some of the Radaway and Rad-X we had for rescue,” the armor wearer looked toward the crater, “But it’s not enough. Believe me it is nowhere near enough.”

The voice sounded feminine, and she took this chance to hope she was right, “Sister, did you see… one of us?”

There was a nod, and then she watched as something happened. The suit stood still for a moment, and then a strange glowing rod shot out of the back of it, landing on the street, The suit stood still for a moment, and then it seemed to move with ease.

“Sorry, I had to change out cores. That one was nearly drained, and I’m pretty sure that it was cracked,” the wearer stated, “Yeah, and I bet you’re talking about the Bat. We saw him, helping to get people out before the bombs hit. He was getting them surrounded by blue light, I’m guessing teleportation, and then I believe getting them to safety. From what I could tell he was heading toward Arkham Island.”

She felt some relief. There was another Batcave on the island. If he made it there then perhaps he was safe inside of the cave. At least that was the hope. She began to rise into the air, but the suit wearer stopped her.

“Ma’am, I had to impose, but I think that the radiation here is messing with my communicator. Do you mind to let my company know that we’ve got more civilians to move?”

She looked at the armor wearer again, “How many?”

The armor wearer pointed toward an enclosed armored vehicle, and from what she could tell there was at least two more.

“There’s about six people per each one of those APCs.”

They almost looked like tanks, but there was a true difference in that they didn’t have tracks. Instead each one had two sets of duels and one set of single wheels in the front. The vehicles looked mostly in good condition, but then she couldn’t be completely sure of that. She moved toward them, feeling the side, realizing that she could fly them out, but it would be slow moving. Instead she nodded to the soldier, and flew in the direction she was told the woman’s company was at.

As she flew she saw both the best and worst of humanity. There was those trying to help each other, others who were acting as if there was simply nothing else to lose, and in truth they weren’t wrong. She couldn’t be certain, but it felt as if the world they knew was simply gone. She landed near five others wearing similar suits of armor, and one of them lifted a gun that looked impressive in its size.

“I was asked to relay that one of your own has six APCs full of civilians that need to be evacuated.”

The one with the gun lowered it, “Reynolds is alive?”

She studied the masculine sounding voice, “If that was her name, then I suppose she is.”

The owner of the voice nodded, and then motioned toward the others, “Everyone, one of the T-60 Power Armor company has continued to do her due diligence. It is up to us to move forward, find her, and ensure that those civilians are moved to a safe location,” he said before looking at her, “Thank you ma’am.”

She smiled, “You’re welcome…”

He grinned once more, “Conroy, Sergeant Kevin Conroy of the 90th infantry division. Thank you again ma’am,” and with that he turned again toward the other soldiers, “Move out!”

Watching them leave she took off again and flew toward Arkham island. She knew where the cave was, and came in from the outside. Knowing that the cave would pick up her flight pattern, scan her for the wedding band that also doubled as the key to enter from the outside, and once it determined it was her the rock face would move allowing her to enter. It worked as it should, and she flew inside of the cave. Once inside she saw the Batwing, or rather what was left of it. It looked as it if had been near a blast. She stepped toward it, and then heard the sound of raspy breathing.

“Bruce?”

She moved to see a figure slumped over a table. She rushed toward him, and helped him onto the table. Moving the mask she found her beloved. His skin was red and blistered, there was places that it looked as if some patches of his skin had burned completely off. She touched him, praying for Hera’s mercy, that Bruce might be spared, that he could live.

“Bruce, Hera, let me help you.”

He opened his eyes and one of them was a cloudy white. The other was the same shade of blue she had fallen in love with.

“Princess…”

She touched him, “We need to get you to the Watchtower…”

He shook his head, “Wouldn’t matter.”

She looked at him, “Of course it would! The Doctors…”

He shook his head again, “I took a lethal dose of radiation Diana. The fact I’m not dead is troubling enough.”

She watched as he moved his hand, “By all rights I should be dead, but I survived being nearly ground zero for a massive nuclear strike.”

She touched his chest, “That only proves that you have designed your suit, and vehicles, well.”

He laughed, “Even with the extra armor the Batwing has, it wouldn’t be enough to stop the radiation from getting to me. Not from that distance.”

He opened a piece of his belt and suddenly he began moving easier, “Hmmm, that’s odd.”

She watched as he pulled out the ring that Kal had given him. The same one that he was told to keep in case there was ever a chance he went rogue.

“This shouldn’t be making me feel better…”

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Her mind came back to the present as she moved forward. Some part of her hoped it was someone left over, a friend that was wondering around, looking for any sign of them. She even wondered if it could be Kal. Maybe he finally released himself from his self imposed exile, but there was no breathing. She moved forward again, slightly, and saw a figure that looked humanish in stature, but not in appearance. No, in appearance there was various places that looked as if flesh had been torn off, and under it was a collection of wires, metallic limbs, and a glowing green eye.

“Well, if it isn’t Princess Diana. I was hoping to find Superman, old habits and all, but instead I found you.”

She studied him for a moment, “What do you want Corbin?”

He laughed, “Where is your diplomatic nature?”

She studied him, “You’re standing, aren’t you?”

He shrugged, “I suppose I am. In truth I’m not here to hurt Superman, instead we wanted to make a proposal to him.”

She shook her head, “I doubt that he would want to hear it.”

He shrugged, “Perhaps, but then I would believe the ability to cure ghouls and restore them might change his mind.”

She stopped, what he said couldn’t be right, “Cure?”

He laughed, “If you want to know then I need to see the man that I should thank for surviving the end of the world,” he looked at her, “Bring me Superman, and we’ll talk again.”
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Wed Apr 03, 2019 2:20 am

So Bruce is a Ghoul huh? Interesting.
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Thu Apr 04, 2019 10:08 am

(yeah, I wanted to keep Bruce around, but not go Mr Freeze on him, so I figured Ghoul, and it also explains Diana's decision to help Corbin

Also, here's the bulk of chapter 2)

Truth, Honor, and Love in the Wastes

A DCAU (Timm’sverse) and Fallout crossover)

Chapter 2


Pain, pure hellish pain, ran rampant throughout her body as she lay in the crater created from her fall. The desire to see ghouls cured, to be returned to fully human, to know that none of them would lose themselves to time and the radiation that had changed them in the first place was too much of a temptation, and it was one that she rushed toward far too eagerly. She had planned on getting to Kal, to make him realize that coming back with her would be the best idea, but in her rush she had forgotten the horrors that lay between her and his Fortress of Solitude.

One of such horrors had attacked. She slowly rose and looked at the beast beating its wings. Her saving grace was that it was blind. The beast didn’t seem to hunt by anything other than sound and smell. Thankfully the crater she had created had the benefit of smelling like brimstone, and thus it masked her smell perfectly. Unfortunately that left hearing on the table. The creature floated above her, its wings beating, its massive claws flexing inward, and she wondered if perhaps it would simply be better to wait it out. There was part of her that certainly felt that way, but another knew that she needed to find Kal, convince him to come back with her, and let him understand that he could help save thousands, if not millions that had been affected by the war.

Instead she heard something else. There was several grunts, and the creature turned toward those sounds. She looked to see what it was, and again the figures she saw could be considered humaniod in appearance, but only if seen from a distance. She could see them well enough to know that they weren’t anything close to human. Their skin was green, similar to J’onn’s, but she had been around enough of them to know they weren’t human. At least they weren’t anymore. No, they had become something far more savage, more primal, and currently they were picking a fight with the creature.

“SUPER MUTANTS CRUSH PUNY FLYING THING!”

The creature howled at them, and she watched as it dove toward them. She had seen something similar to the creature, a Deathclaw, but it was completely grown bound, and it had the fortune of being able to see. This thing, blind as it was, didn’t seem to be handicapped because of it. Instead it attacked with a ferocity that she had only seen with what she assumed was its cousins. The creature grabbed the first Super Mutant, lifting it up, cutting into it with its massive claws, its massive mawl opening and then crushing down on the Super Mutant it was holding. It pulled back, ripping the head from the creature and allowing blood to spew down its throat and chest.

The other Super Mutants didn’t run, didn’t abandon the fight, but instead the loss of one of their number only infuriated them into a frenzy, and she watched they fired upon the creature, lifted rocks and hurled them, and tried in so many ways to bring their winged target down. The creature dropped its prey and turned on the others. Seeing this as an opportunity Diana lowered herself down and began to move. She hadn’t even made it outside of the United States yet, and she had further still to go. She moved, quietly, hoping to avoid the impromptu battle that had happened between what could have been two different enemies. As she moved she sound stopped hearing the sound of shouting, and instead only heard the creature howling.

She turned to see it moving toward her, and with that she dove toward a small cave. Heading inside she found the tunnel to be small enough that the creature couldn’t follow. Hoping it would lead out she continued down until she came across a large gear shaped door.

Looking back she realized it would be fruitless to go back, and instead she studied the Vault before her. Slowly she touched the door, and she could feel how well made it was. She felt something inside of it, something that was keeping her from simply trying to open it, and as she pulled her hands back she saw a few glowing runes on the door. It was magically protected as well. Looking at the control panel she realized that she would need one the Pip Boys that she had seen before the war. Unlike much of their technology the Pip Boy was bulky, but as she recalled there was some very advanced technology inside of them. The main part was the Pip Boy interface which would allow the user to access and connect to almost all of Vault Tech’s technology.

She began to study the area around her. It was doubtful she would find a small computer that fit around her wrist, but there might be the possibility of another tunnel. She knew that several of the Vaults had teams working on them. Those teams would have created access tunnels, and she hoped that this might have been a Vault they were rushed to get finished. If it was then they may have not sealed up the access tunnels, or collapsed them in on themselves. Instead her answer came with the large door opening. She looked to see the large number 80 move in a circle until it had completely moved out of the way. Once it was opened a single occupant moved into the light. She watched as the person stood there for a moment.

“Hello?” The figure asked.

Diana smiled, moved closer, and stopped when she realized that the person looked as they were instead a gryphon standing on its hind legs. There was no smile returned, because its beak couldn't show that kind of emotion, but instead it moved quickly toward Diana, taking her hand in a friendly manner.

“Welcome to Vault 80! Oh we're so glad to have someone visit! It's a chance to make new friends, and after all Friendship is Magic!”

Diana followed the raven headed gryphon/human hybrid into the vault and was met with bright pastel colors all around her. There had been once or twice she had visited a Vault which mostly lay in ruin, but in those cases the Vaults had been mostly gray, blue, and black. To see one painted in pink, Crystal blue, cyan, and even Rainbow colors seemed a little unnerving. As she walked inward she noticed a faint sound drifting down the hall. The music sounded chipper, happy, and oddly relaxing considering the outside of the Vault itself.

“Thank you, but why did you open your Vault?” she asked.

The gryphon, a hen she could now tell, sighed, “We're running low on supplies, and honestly most of us believe it would be a good idea to set up trade.”

The answer seemed reasonable, and Diana followed the gryphon into a large atrium that was filled with more of her kind.

“Everyone! We've got a visitor here! The idea for trade was a success!” The gryphon hen shouted.

“Ms Grimfeathers, I see very little on this...Visitor, as you say, that would likely make us believe her to be a trader, or merchant, at all. In truth I believe she is little more than some lost soul who happened upon our door.” a gray colored eagle headed gryphon replied.

“But… we made a vote, and she was there…” Grimfeathers replied.

Diana touched her shoulder, “He isn't wrong,” she said before looking at the collection before her, “I do come looking for aid, but not in the way of supplies, instead I come seeking access through the rest of this cavern. I am looking for a friend, and it important that I find him.”

The eagle headed gryphon looked at her, and his head moved to an almost unnatural angle. After a moment he nodded, “Very well, but we ask that you do us well in turn. We have supplies, but they are low. It is likely we will run out within a years’ time. That is why we need trade. Our request is simple. Inform merchants of our desire to trade, and in return we will allow you access to end of the Vault and maintenance exit there.”

Realizing that while she could force them to lead her to the exit she wanted it was something deeper, part of her that demanded she be diplomatic about this. She nodded, “Of course.”

Looking around she noticed the atrium seemed more akin to farm land, numerous apple trees dotted the space, with small groves set aside for family sized dining tables.

Studying the Atrium she noticed small home like structures built along the sides of the Atrium walls. It struck Diana as odd that there was tables, and homes, in the atrium along with the apple trees. Gryphons, actual ones she had heard about from her mother and other Amazons, were Apex predators. Yet what she could supported a more herbivore creature. It was possible she simply hadn't seen their livestock as of yet, and if that was the case perhaps the apples were for them.

Grimfeathers escorted her back to the door once the eagle headed gryphon seemed to agree with her sending merchants. It was a kink in her plan, a large one at that, but it would allow her to assist a small group of beings. Doing so made her feel better, almost as if she was a heroine again.

She walked out of the door, preparing for battle, but instead she was pleasantly surprised to see the winged creature gone. Instead there lay mutilated bodies of at least a dozen Super Mutants. She searched them, not enjoying the act, and found about a dozen bottle caps, enough for a sparse meal, some ammunition for a few guns, nothing to impressive, or too powerful, but enough that they could bring a few caps at a merchant. She looked off at the distance. The closest city was Metropolis, and that meant going to Rott for a possible merchant.
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Sat Apr 06, 2019 10:16 pm

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13254405/1 ... the-Wastes

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https://batmanwonderwoman.com/fanfictio ... hp?sid=614

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Sun Apr 14, 2019 2:31 am

Interesting Vault there.
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