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Batman: Eternal: Season 2, Episode 2 - Return of the Queen

by Mockingchu

Mockingchu A Queen makes their return, shaking up the world of Bruce Wayne.
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Bruce Wayne tapped the wireless mouse that was hooked up to the Batcomputer, trying to open the Skype app.
“Alfred, I think the wifi is down!” Bruce called out, hoping his voice would carry upstairs to where Alfred was preparing breakfast.
No reply.
Bruce sighed, and got up from his seat. He checked to make sure everything on the Batcomputer was hooked up correctly. He opened the back panel of the monitor, and realized he had no idea what he was doing.
“Alfred! I need your help!” Bruce whined.
“I’m right here, sir,” Alfred said, munching on a piece on peanut butter toast.
“Thank you,” Bruce said, plopping back down in his chair, “The internet won’t work.”
Alfred shook his head, disappointedly. He leaned over Bruce, and moved the cursor over to the bottom left corner. He clicked on the wifi icon, and selected the “WayneManor437” option.
“Bruce, you simply disconnected,” Alfred explained, walking away in disbelief.
“Uh. Yeah. I knew that. Thanks Al!” Bruce said, before entering the Skype app. He looked through his contacts until he spotted the user ID “Redwing76”. Bruce initiated a video call with Redwing76.

In Central City, Tim Drake was busy downing another 5-Hour Energy. At this rate, he wouldn’t sleep for another 215 hours. He had done the math. He was drinking the little bottles faster than he could open the cap of the next one.
Suddenly, the screen on his Chromebook buzzed. It was a video call from “bwayne”. He accepted the video call, and found himself staring at the face of Bruce Wayne.
“Sup Bruce?”
“I thought we agreed that I’d check in on your operations from time to time,” Bruce reminded Tim.
“Oh, they’re going fine!” Tim said, enthusiastically, while popping off another cap.
“Tim, those things can cause you to go into cardiac arrest,” Bruce said.
“Eh, bullshit,” Tim shrugged, “Cardiac arrest won’t matter once Tam and I finish the ITS.”
“The ITS?” Bruce inquired.
“The Instant-” Tim began, before he was hit in the head by an empty 5-Hour Energy container.
“Hey, dipshit, I thought I got to tell him about it,” Tam’s voice said from the other end of the room.
“Would someone just spill the beans?” Bruce asked.
“Gladly,” Tim nodded.
“I swear, Tim, if you tell him-” Tam warned, marching over to shove Tim away from the laptop.
“Hello Tam,” Bruce smiled.
“Hey Wayne,” Tam said, waving. Tam had chocolatey brown skin, a shock of wavy pink hair, with the sides of her head shaved. A pair of glasses hung limp at the end of her nose.
“So what is this ITS?” Bruce asked.
“The Ins-” Tam started.
“INSTANTANEOUS TRANSPORTATION STATION!” Tim yelled, out of the camerashot, “IT EVEN RHYMES!”
“Tim, I will end you!” Tam howled, lunging for Tim. Tim rolled out of the way, and sprang over to the laptop.
“Gotta go, Bruce,” Tim said, “I’ll call when we finish!”
Tim ended the video call.

Bruce sat alone in the Batcave, staring at the blank screen. He was confused. So very confused. The Instantaneous Transportation Station sounded like it would be a major scientific breakthrough. It sounded like something that should be made in an esteemed lab, not a warehouse that two young adults broke into.
Bruce got up from his chair, and wandered over to the elevator. He ascended to the first floor. He walked into the kitchen, looking for a snack.
“Master Bruce, come take a look at this,” Alfred called from the living room. Bruce walked out to Alfred, and looked at the TV screen that Alfred was staring at.
A man was reporting on a breaking story, and the words “Lost Billionaire Found” glowed at the bottom. In the upper left corner, a picture of a handsome blond-haired man. The man had a fantastic goatee, that came to a point just off of his chin. His blue eyes sparkled in the camera light. His smile pulled at his cheeks, leaving dimples. That was a photo from five years ago. A photo from the day before the man had been lost at sea.
The man was Oliver Queen.
In the upper right corner was a picture taken earlier that day, when he was rescued by a Fijian cruise ship that had gotten off course. His cheeks were sunken, and his eyes had lost most of their light. His beard dropped to his chest, and his hair fell to his shoulders. Then, the image shifted to a live feed of Oliver seeing his father. Robert Queen. He rushed to embrace him, crying. The crowd that had gathered around them burst into applause.
“And that concludes our five-year story on the missing Queen,” the reporter smiled, signing off.
“That’s wonderful, isn’t it, sir?” Alfred asked, smiling.
“Yes, of course,” Bruce nodded. But his mind was running at a hundred miles per minute.
Five years ago, Oliver Queen and his father Robert had taken the yacht out for a cruise. The trip went horribly awry, blowing them off course. To make things worse, the ship was torn apart in the storm. Oliver and several other crew members hopped on one raft, while Robert was separated on another. Robert Queen was found with the crew members, but Oliver was never found. When Robert and Moira were reunited, they wanted to spend every moment of the rest of their lives together. So they sold their company, Queen Consolidated, to Bruce Wayne. They then lived together, until Moira passed away. But now that Oliver was back…
“Oliver’s going to want the company back,” Bruce muttered.
“And how do you know that?” Alfred asked.
“He always wants whatever he doesn’t have. Whatever was taken from him. He’ll want Queen Consolidated.”
“Oh dear.”
Queen Consolidated had become a large part of the Wayne Enterprises. It had evolved into a vital branch of Wayne Tech, based in Star City. It also incorporated parts of Wayne Biotech and Wayne Electric.
“I have a feeling that I’ll be taking a trip to Star City soon,” Bruce said.

Bruce Wayne stepped out of his car in Star City, Washington. He put on his dark sunglasses, and leaned against the sports car. He glanced up at the skyscraper that seemed to be made out of windows. Q-Core. The massive building that was once the headquarters of Queen Consolidated. Now, it served as one of the biggest stations for Wayne Tech.
Bruce let his eyes fall back to the ground, and spotted a man looking at him from across the street. The man had short blond hair that was spiked up in the front. He had a Van Dyke beard that covered his chin. He had on green sunglasses. The man rose an arm, and gave a quick salute to Bruce Wayne.
Bruce walked across the street, and shook the man’s hand.
“Hello Oliver,” Bruce said.
“Hi Bruce,” Oliver said.
“How is being back?” Bruce asked, following Oliver into Q-Core.
“Good,” Oliver said.
Bruce realized that Oliver probably wasn’t ready to jump into small talk after being gone for five years. So the two continued to Robert Queen’s former office on the top floor. Now, the office belonged to Chloe Sullivan, who ran this branch of Wayne Tech. Oliver entered her office, and stared at her.
“Is there something you need?” Chloe asked, annoyed. She pushed her blonde curls out of her face, and took off her glasses.
“Out,” Oliver said.
“Excuse me?” Chloe asked.
“I think Oliver wants to talk to me,” Bruce interjected.
Chloe stood up, and walked briskly out of the office, glaring at Oliver.
“You could use some brushing up on your social skills,” Bruce commented, sitting down in front of the desk. Oliver slid into Chloe’s seat.
“This is my company,” Oliver said.
“Oliver, I’m afraid I can’t give it back to you. Your parents sold it to me,” Bruce said.
“Sell it back to me,” Oliver ordered.
“I can’t do that,” Bruce said, “This branch of Wayne Tech is very important.”
“I don’t care. My company. Give it back.”
“Oliver-”
Oliver grabbed Bruce’s head, and slammed it against the table.
“MY COMPANY!” Oliver roared. Bruce struggled to free himself from Oliver’s grasp. He swung his feet up, and sprang away from the desk. He crashed into a wall, and knocked a picture off of the wall.
Oliver leapt over the desk, and marched over to Bruce.
“Mister Wayne, is everything okay in there?” Chloe asked from outside of the room. She sounded worried.
“Yes, Miss Sullivan,” Bruce said, wiping blood away from his nose.
Oliver threw a punch at Bruce’s face. Bruce moved his head, and Oliver’s fist broke through the wall.
“What’s going on?” Chloe called, “I’m coming in!”
Chloe threw open the door, and her jaw dropped. Bruce jumped on Oliver’s back, and dragged him to the ground. Oliver jabbed his elbows into Bruce’s chest, and jumped up.
“My… company…” Oliver growled.
“Call security,” Bruce managed to get out. He sat up, and clutched at his rib cage.
Chloe sprinted off. Oliver turned around, and swaggered back over to Bruce. Bruce held his arms out in surrender. But instead of hurting him, Oliver helped him into his seat. Then, Oliver slumped to the ground, and began to sob.
“I- I’m sorry,” Oliver cried, “The doctor said I might have these episodes…”
“Episodes?” Bruce asked.
“On… On the island… I had to hunt… Doctor said I will be aggressive for awhile…”
“I- I forgive you,” Bruce said, resting a hand on Oliver’s shoulder.
Moments later, security arrived.
“Oliver Queen, you will need to come with us,” one security guard said.
“It’s okay,” Bruce said, standing up, “I have this handled.”
Bruce pulled Oliver to his feet, and gave him a hug.
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