Histories are revealed!

“Ow!” Yelped the black furred wolfess, rubbing her arm with a whimper, her ears darting back before she joined the other two werewolves huddled behind the Dark Knight as he took another blood sample. Jessie stepped aside to let Hitomi huddle up next to her along with Chelsea, the two other wolfesses ‘harmonized’ by Poison Ivy just minutes ago.

Hitomi Itaki; age 26, the woman worked at a restaurant on the south end of Gotham and went missing last week when she didn’t return home after work. Holding herself tightly, the tall black wolfess squirmed shoulder to shoulder with the others, her smooth silk black fur a contrast to the brown shaggy furred Jessie and the almost curly blonde furred Chelsea. Chelsea Bolt; age 24 was a yoga instructor. Four nights ago, she held an outdoor class in the Gotham park, her group of twelve were killed with three being listed as missing including her.

“Excuse me Mr. Uhm… Batman sir?”

Looking over his shoulder as he pocketed the sample and reloaded a glass syringe for the next two wolves being tended to by Ivy, his stern expression made the three wolves hold themselves more tightly as Chelsea slowly found the courage to speak. “I… I want to go home.”

Prepping the syringe, Batman looked to the three practically towering over him, it was almost comical to see three powerful giant wolves standing on their feet fidgeting like scared teenagers to a man dressed in a bat costume half their size. Despite the fact each of them was now powerful enough to most likely lift a car over their heads or tear him in half, they were still terrified of the caped crusader of Gotham. Perhaps the legend he made for himself worked too well. “I intend to do that, but for now you can’t go back home.”

“Why not?”

“For one I doubt you can fit through your front door, secondly I plan to rectify that by sending these blood samples to a colleague of mine whom I hope can find a cure to your situation.” Looking back to Ivy who held the last two wolves and placed her thumbs to their heads, everyone was startled when the two remaining werewolves became violent, thrashing and snarling to break free. When the grey one in Ivy’s grip slipped free, it gave Batman a murderous glare before darting forward to lunge and attack. Bruce had already grabbed a batarang from his belt to stop it when Harley moved faster than he did, clamping her grinning jaws down on the creature’s neck and with inhuman strength tear the creature’s head clean off its shoulders, spitting its head in one direction while tossing the rapidly shrinking corpse to the other.

“HARLEY!”

“What?! She was gonna eat you Puddin.”

Looking back to Poison Ivy, Bruce’s disgust grew when he found that she had killed the other wolf also, crushing its skull with her claws and watched the thing’s body shrivel and waste away into human bones. “You… NEITHER of you had to kill them both!” The man sneered, gripping the silver batarang so hard that his fingers burned underneath the fabric of his gloves.

“Yes, I did, there was nothing left to save.” Standing to her full height with a clawed hand to her hip, Ivy pointed to the crumbling pile of bones and explained herself. “I looked into their minds, just as I did those who are cowering behind you, all I found was the wolf, the wolf in them KILLED their human sides.”

Looking over his shoulder to the other three wolfesses, Bruce found they DID cower behind him, nearly clutching to him as if he was the only thing that could protect them from Harley and Ivy. “So, what would have happened in the day? They couldn’t be wolves all the time.”

Grinding her foot into the bone meal of the remains, Ivy stepped closer to Bruce and nearly smirked when the three women behind him clutched tighter. “They would still turn human in the day… But there wouldn’t be anything of them left, they would shamble aimlessly, like zombies without thought or wills of their own, lost to wander in the daylight… Until night would fall.”

“So… We’d end up like them?” Asked Jessie timidly, holding herself tightly.

Giving the wolfess a look that made the three flinch, Ivy pursed her lips into a smile. “Not anymore.”

Turning his attention to the still smiling Harley picking her teeth with her finger, Bruce pointed towards the albino wolfess. “What about her?”

Giving the white wolfess a look over, Ivy made a face that seemed almost… Puzzled. With the three wolves she harmonized, she saw the woman and wolf in the same spot, as one. But with Harley Quinn what she found was the woman rough housing and playing with a giant white wolf that yelped, barked and wagged its tail, rolling onto its back as the giggling woman gave it belly rubs.

“She’s… Found her own kind of harmony.”

“Darn tootin!” Cheered Harley, standing to her full height with her hands to her hips and a wink to the red furred vixen.

Looking down at his gloved hands and back to the now ashen piles of dust and bone that was once the two werewolves too far gone to save, Bruce thought deeply on the matter and gathered the blood samples he took earlier. Setting them onto a bench, Batman approached the 9-foot-tall red wolfess, her stance still that of a beauty queen than a mongrel predator, her arms wrapped around her chest admiring the razor quality of her clawed fingers.

“I want you to put me in harmony with my wolf.”

Taken back by the admission, the three wolves that had been hiding behind him slowly inched away. Crouching down to rest on her knees so to better see Bruce eye to eye, Pamela stared deeply into his stern eyes and blinked in surprise. “He’s… a BIG one my love.”

“You’re telling me Red!”

Raising her clawed hand close to Bruce’s cowl, Ivy hesitated briefly. “I’m not sure you can handle him.”

“I will.”

The moment her thumb pressed against his forehead, Bruce ‘s world went black.

*

When Bruce opened his eyes, he found himself in a strange realm. The edges of his vison seemed blurred, yet he could still see clearly. The realm seemed split down the middle in front of him, looking ahead he spotted a lush green forest so deep that he couldn’t see the end of it, with moonlight illuminating the canopy and shrubbery of the plant growth. Looking behind him past his shoulder, Bruce’s eyes widened at the familiar brickwork of a darkened alleyway, the hot steam billowing out of the sewer vents and the tattered newspapers billowing to an unseen wind blowing them deeper and deeper into the alley itself. Crime Alley; the place his parents were killed in front of him.

It felt like a vivid dream, the imagery surrounding him seemed so clear yet when he tried to focus further out into the distance it was more and more blurry, he could only focus on what was in front of him. Bringing his attention back to the forest that took up the other half of this realm, he noticed a form come into view. Backing up slowly and reaching into his belt hidden by his cloak, Batman readied himself when the largest wolf he had seen so far came into view. Pitch black fur and piercing yellow eyes stared back at his stern blue, the massive wolf was nearly as big as his batmobile and was perhaps just as massive. Walking slowly on all fours into full view, the wolf sat and observed Batman, its expression serious. Then it spoke. “Why are you here?”

Narrowing his eyes, Batman answered. “Poison Ivy, she found a means to make the werewolves that I captured… Reasonable.” The wolf in front of him tilted its head as if its attention was peaked. “She did the same to me in the hopes I can keep MY condition in check.”

“Condition…” The wolf seemed offended by the word before lowering its head to look Batman at eye level.

“Now why are YOU here?”

“I have ALWAYS been here!” At that moment Bruce reeled back by the rush of images going through his head. Images of a smug king in Greece, his expression turning to horror at the accusing glare of a giant bearded man in a white tunic and glowing eyes filled with lightning. “In life… In my FIRST life, I was a king, I was King Lycaon of Arcadia. My rule over my kingdom was absolute and those who would not recognise my rule would recognise my cruelty.” The swarm of images continued to flood Bruce’s mind, the story slowly becoming more coherent as the memories took shape.

“An old man wandered into my city and started performing acts of kindness and miracles of healing, making him more popular than me; the ruler of my own city, I invited him to my table for a feast… Offering him a roasted child for dinner.” Without even taking a bite, the old man turned the table over and transformed into the towering presence of his true form, sending the king to reel and beg for forgiveness.

“YOU DARE BEHAVE SO BARBEROUS TO YOUR OWN GOD?! MAY YOU FOREVER APPEAR AS BEASTLY AS YOUR ACTIONS TODAY!”

“That day my life as a king ended and my nights there after were my life as a wolf. Zeus resurrected the child I served to take my place as king and I was banished to the forests.” Suddenly the images changed to the giant black wolf hunting in the woods while his kingdom was ruled by the new boy king, until the wolf had attacked the city at night and attacked the local populace. Every man and woman the wolf bit, his victims turned into wolves themselves, hunting and killing until the city of Arcadia had become the hunting ground to packs of giant wolves. “I reclaimed MY city and my people became my pack, hunting, killing and breeding more of MY kind, at its peak I sired fifty cubs worthy to be my heirs… Then Zeus finished what he started.”

The image of an enraged Zeus parted the clouds of the sky above and struck the race of werewolves down with lightning bolts, scorching the lands and obliterating the creatures, leaving a scorched city with human survivors crawling out of their locked cellars and hiding places. “Arcadia was lost to me again, but the punishments of the Gods are mercurial; Arachne, Medusa, Scylla, Charybdis… a blessing can easily become a curse as a punishment can be a reward.”

The images changed again to a baby born on the outskirts of Italy. “When I died, I died a demigod, and demigods cannot be killed, only destroyed.” Entire lifetimes flashed by Bruce’s eyes, each one the fable of a werewolf stalking the lands before finally being killed. “I was unstoppable, every time I was slain, I returned to be reborn and start again, and again, and again… Then something happened.” Once again, the images flashed towards a child being born to restart the cycle, but this time there were two crying infants in the arms of a woman instead of one. “I had been reborn… As twins; Remus and Romulus.” From there the memories showed two brothers growing up together, until the night of the full moon that turned them into werewolves. “Remus was cruel, savage, and spiteful while Romulus was tempered, fair, and just. Remus began the cycle all over again, killing and turning the survivors of his insanity into others like us, but where once the local populace would have rose up to stop him, it was Romulus instead.”

“A battle raged, one where one black wolf fought the other, Remus killed and raised an army of wolves only for them to be slain by Romulus, until finally one full moon lit night, Romulus slew Remus.” The images of a giant black wolf standing over the corpse of the other filled Bruce’s mind then turned to the surviving Romulus spending the remainder of his years building an empire of his own into what would later be known as Rome. “Centuries passed, I was reborn each time, but Remus never returned like I did… Not entirely… I was reborn the same every time, but those I shared my form with also shared my brother’s madness.”

By now, Batman finally spoke up, getting the entire picture. “So, you stayed in the shadows, watching over civilization, trying desperately not to leave a big enough footprint to be caught or spread lycanthropy to the rest of the populous.” Lowering its head as if in shame, the wolf looked up when it noticed Batman raise his hand out to the wolf. “There are werewolves in my city that have proven that they’ve been consumed by your brother’s madness, and your rebirth has garnered the attention of Dracula.”

Hearing the name, the wolf sneered. “I need help, I need us to work together.” Slowly nodding, the wolf pressed its head again Batman’s gloved hand.

“Remember, there are always two wolves; one vicious, one noble, the one you let out is the one you feed.”

*

Slowly opening his eyes, Bruce looked around and nearly felt disoriented when he found that he now stood almost twice his height. Looking down at his hands he found that he now stared down at razor sharp claws, his body covered in pitch black fur, feeling up his face he found his skull had changed to a lupin form with pointed ears and sharp teeth. Looking around he found the others looking up at him with a mix of awe and arousal.

“Well HELLO handsome…” Smiled Harley licking her lips.

“My love, are you here with us?” Husked Pamela, giving Batman an appraising look in his new form. She was nearly caught off guard when Bruce wrapped an around her and pulled her close, mashing her many breasts against his barrel chest and abs before pulling her up for a kiss. Moaning into his mouth, she smiled, wrapping her arms around his back and nearly swooning when he hoisted her leg around his waist. Feeling his length penetrate her pussy, Ivy pulled away from the kiss to moan out loud, feeling the wolf nuzzle and lick at her neck as he thrust into her while the others watched. “I’m here Ivy… My packmate!”