Bruce sat at the Batcomputer looking contemplatively at the the image of the "New" Joker captured by the hospital security footage. It was horrible, waiting for the other shoe to drop while that madman was out there, plotting.
It was even worse when the Joker was right. There was more than one way for Bruce to be out there scouring the city like his soul was demanding for him to do.
His own innate scientific curiosity in the face of the altered Lazarus Pit process Ra's had developed during his ruse had broken a code Bruce would need to fully circumvent mental side-effects of the pits. Heck, scans of Bruce's own DNA confirmed that while not as instantaneous and permanent as the original Pit treatment process, Ra's altered method had probably added a good 10-15 years to the first Batman's life.
There was the battle suit of course, but that was a stopgap solution at best. The strain would most likely send him into his final heart episode and leave him in a nice bat-shaped metal sarcophagus for burial. Almost fitting, in a way, but not feasible to stop the Joker.
And then, there was the... other option. Bruce couldn't help but remember when that door had first opened for him. And why.
*****
"Something I can do for you, Your Majesty?" Batman asked as he tried to keep the irritation out of his voice at the intrusion into the Batcave.
"I understand that you would be no more pleased with my intrusion here Batman, into your city, than I would be upon an unsolicited visit by you to Themyscira. And coming here to your Cave would be tantamount to you invading my very throne room. For that reason, I will be brief," Hippolyta, Queen of the Amazons and mother to Wonder Women responded evenly.
Batman's only reply was to look on in askance as the regal blond woman reached into a satchel at her side and removed a golden apple before setting it on a table to her right.
"My daughter cares greatly for you, Batman. Despite the fact you are mortal man she has come to develop very deep feelings for you. Far deeper than simple friendship or camaraderie between teammates," Hippolyta began.
"With all due respect, we both agreed long ago not to pursue anything resembling a relationship between us," Bruce began.
"I know, and on one level I want to thank you for trying to spare my Little Sun and Stars the pain of watching you age and die before her. On another level I want to rend you limb from limb for spurning her. Quite honestly, it was the fact you and your fellow charter members of the League are all honored heroes of Themyscira that swayed matters in your favor. My duties as a Queen come before my instincts as a mother," Hippolyta replied.
Batman's eyes narrowed dangerously even as he nodded in acknowledgment to her words.
"But now, I have found a way to try to reconcile the two, and offer a chance at happiness to my daughter. You no doubt have guessed that this," she said as she gestured to the golden apple, "is an apple from the garden of Hesperid. I have been granted permission by the gods to offer it to you in thanks for your aid to the Amazon nation. With it you can gain eternal life and eternal youth, just as Diana enjoys."
"And suddenly take away the 'problem' of my mortality," Batman added.
"Indeed. You would be free to guard your kingdom for all time as I have. The fact that it would make your greatest reason for avoiding my daughter evaporate is only a happy side-effect," Hippolyta responded.
"It sounds more like the reason for your gift than a coincidental side-effect, quite honestly," Batman confided.
"Perhaps," Hippolyta agreed with a small nod. "I am no great fan of men or of Man's World in general, but I do know you make Diana happy. That is reason enough for me. The gods grant you this boon because you deserve it, regardless of my opinion."
Batman silently regarded the Amazon Queen as he glanced back and forth between her and the apple.
"I do not expect you decide immediately, Batman. From what Diana has told me of you, you are not a man to decide things rashly. Indeed, you might be on your death bed decades from now before you choose to embrace your boon. I am simply here to deliver it to you, and to once again offer my thanks on behalf of both the gods and the Amazons," Hippolyta replied stiffly. Most other mortals would have been halfway through eating the apple at this point and she knew it. She certainly couldn't fault her daughter's measure of her chosen male in terms of self restraint.
"I appreciate the sentiment behind the gift, Your Majesty. The League was honored to help your people," Batman responded formally
Hippolyta nodded in acknowledgment before turning and making her way back toward the steps to the manor. "I do not expect to see you again in the near future Batman, but I think I may see you again someday. Until then, take care," she said.
"Safe journey, Your Majesty," Batman replied.
*****
Bruce shook his head as he came out of the memory of Hippolyta's visit. The apple, being mystical in nature, was still as fresh as it had been the day it was picked, and was currently stored in a secure secondary Cave location well away from the manor.
In the depths of his heart, the part of him that wanted to protect Gotham, he wondered not for the first time, Would it be worth it?