Watchtower – A Meeting of Concern
The Watchtower's central command room was silent—except for the constant tapping of Batman's fingers on the console. The rhythmic sound was barely noticeable, but to those who knew him, it was a sign.
A sign that he was not pleased.
The holographic map of Earth highlighted Avon's movements. His last known location? Themyscira.
Superman floated above the table, arms crossed. "So, the wolf decided to visit an island full of warrior women. Can't say I blame him."
A look from Batman made him grin.
"Relax, Bats." Superman leaned forward. "He hasn't done anything threatening yet. He's just… looking for strong allies."
Batman's fingers stopped tapping.
Diana, standing near the console, studied the map carefully. "I'll handle this," she said.
Flash, leaning against the chair, smirked. "You sure about that? I mean, wolf-boy did go toe-to-toe with Supes."
Diana smiled slightly. "Yes, and I am an Amazon."
Batman's jaw tightened. Not in disagreement.
In concern.
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Themyscira – The Wolf Arrives
The island smelled of salt, stone, and battle. Avon breathed it in.
A land untouched by time, where warriors thrived.
A perfect hunting ground.
Not for prey.
For warriors.
As he stepped onto the shore, a line of Amazon warriors had already gathered, weapons drawn.
One stepped forward, golden armor gleaming. "You are not welcome here, wolf."
Avon's golden-red eyes glowed.
"I mean no harm."
"You trespass."
Avon smiled. "I come not as an enemy, but as a challenger."
The Amazons stiffened.
Before they could act, another voice cut through the tension.
"Stand down."
The warriors parted.
Diana approached.
She met Avon's gaze without fear.
Avon grinned. Perfect.
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A Warrior's Challenge
Diana crossed her arms. "State your purpose."
Avon stepped forward. "To test you."
She raised an eyebrow. "You wish to fight me?"
His golden-red eyes flashed. "I wish to see if you are worthy."
The Amazons bristled.
Diana smirked. "You're either incredibly bold or incredibly foolish."
Avon chuckled. "I've been called both."
Diana's stance shifted. "Very well."
She lunged.
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Clash of Titans
Diana moved like a storm, fast and relentless.
Her first strike came faster than most could react—
Avon dodged.
Her second strike, a spinning kick, clipped his jaw.
His head barely moved.
Avon chuckled. "Good."
He retaliated, claws slashing—not to wound, but to test.
Diana parried with her bracers, the impact ringing through the island.
The Amazons watched in awe.
The two warriors moved like forces of nature.
Neither held back.
Neither relented.
This was battle.
And both relished it.
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The Hunt Ends
Minutes passed. Neither showed signs of exhaustion.
But Avon knew.
He had his answer.
He stepped back, lowering his guard.
Diana halted, breathing evenly. "You yield?"
Avon smirked. "I am satisfied."
She studied him. "You fight with honor."
He nodded. "It is my way."
Diana extended a hand. "Then you are welcome here."
Avon took it.
From a hidden drone in the skies above, Batman watched.
His fingers tapped the console once.
A silent message.
He wasn't pleased.
But he wasn't entirely displeased either.
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