I know there's other RWBY crossovers, but who cares, I want to write mine. After the Joker shoots 4 members of the JLA with a stolen Lexcorp portal gun, they find themselves in another world, with 4 teenage girls, a shattered moon, and a floating ic...
The two women had exchanged bracelets for each other to try on. "No offense, D," Yang said, "but I prefer my bracelets." A shot rang out from across the room as Diana stumbled backward. "I wholeheartedly agree," she said. Yang extended a hand, lifting her up. "I got a better idea..."
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Yang threw as many punches possible, yet the Amazon deflected them all. Her bracelets absorbed and ricocheted the impacts. "Having fun *punch* Princess *punch* Powerful? *punch*" Yang said, throwing hit after hit. Diana brought up her shield, deflecting the blows. "Absolutely." She unraveled her lasso, sending it flying. She twisted and twirled the lasso, catching bursts of kinetic energy and sending back to Yang.
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"So, any cool *dodge* weapons back *dodge* home?" Yang asked. "None as powerful as the lasso," she said. "Oooooh, so scary- Whoa hey!!" Yang yelped as she went flying by the ankle, the lasso wrapped around her. Diana flipped her into a downward spiral as she landed at her feet. "Anything else?" Diana asked, lending a hand. "I want to kiss Blake," Yang blurted out. She immediately covered her mouth. "Why did I say that?" The Amazon gestured towards the lasso; Yang's ankle was still on it. "You say a word about this I will kill you understand me?" she said. Diana smiled, nodding in agreement. "I apologize for that," she said, "however I can't help but be curious."
Yang rolled her eyes. "I'm not sure if she'd be interested," she mumbled. "We're really close, but I don't know how close." Diana placed a hand on her shoulder. "You'll know, when the time is right." Yang smirked. Before she could respond, she noticed Blake walk by, dragging an unconscious Batman as he groaned in discomfort. "Hey Yang." "Hey Blake." she blushed. She turned to Diana, her cheeks still red. "You're right." She loaded her fists. "Another round?" Diana held up her fists as well. "Always."
