Wonderbat Week: Day 3 – Shared Hobbies
Word Count: 878
Author’s Note: For a moment there I was afraid Diana was OOC. It almost felt like I was writing Dick Grayson instead of Diana Prince :/
“You never told me you could draw.”
Bruce looked up from the papers he was hunched over. Diana stood in the doorway, a sly look on her face and a familiar book held to her chest. Bruce raised an eyebrow. The way she leaned sideways against the doorframe, the way her fingers caressed the book’s leather cover, and the smirk playing on her lips: everything about Diana screamed mischief.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Bruce hummed. Diana straightened and crossed the room, placing the book on Bruce’s desk before hopping on top of it. Her slim legs swung around and she rested her feet on Bruce’s lap.
“I’m talking about all the beautiful pictures in this journal you’ve been hiding from me.” Diana picked up the journal and flipped it open before handing it to her husband.
“Diana,” Bruce started as he flipped through the book. It’d been ages since he last looked through it. “These aren’t drawings. They’re blueprint.” The journal was an old one, filled cover to cover with original sketches of Bruce’s gadgets and toys. Everything from the original layout of the Batcave to the quick sketches of his first batarang were held in that book.
“Either way they’re really pretty and shows a lot of talent.” Bruce gave a small sniff, trying his best to ignore the heat flooding his face.
“Oh, please. Damian is the artist in the family. Not me.”
“Obviously he got it from you. Trust me, Bruce: I’ve lived in Paris. These should be hanging in the Louvre.” The heat in Bruce’s face intensified and Bruce brought up his hands to hide it. He grumbled out something unintelligible as Diana laughed, running her fingers through his hair.
“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” Diana insisted between giggles. Taking a few deep breaths, Diana regained control of herself and continued. “You know, I draw too.” Bruce raised his face from his hands.
“Mhm. Not as much lately but before the Justice League it was one of my favorite things to do.” Diana’s face suddenly lit up. “We could probably draw each other!”
“Oh no,” Bruce replied quickly. “I don’t draw Diana. I plan. Blueprints aren’t the same thing as drawing people.”
“The foundation is pretty similar. I’ve seen the designs for the Batsuit – you already know how to draw the human body.” Bruce leaned away from Diana and folded his arms. “C’mon, B: it’ll be fun! It can be your anniversary present to me!”
“Definitely not.” Diana frowned and copied Bruce’s pose, leaned back and arms crossed. She wasn’t going to resort to begging but she also wasn’t going to take no for an answer. The two stubborn adults glared at each other, each daring the other to back down. While Bruce was known for his stubbornness, Diana had much longer to perfect the art of it so it was no surprise when Bruce cracked first.
“Fine, we’ll draw each other,” he eventually grumbled, slouching in defeat. Diana gave Bruce a dazzling smile that was almost mocking. She bent to press a quick kiss to his cheek.
“Great! We’ll do it tomorrow!”
Life soon proved to be too hectic to find a time to draw for more than 10 minutes at a time. Instead of modeling for each other as Diana wanted, each took a picture each other to use as a reference and drew whenever they could find the time. It drove Diana crazy how tight lipped Bruce was about his drawing. It wasn’t until 2 months later on their wedding anniversary that she heard anything about it.
Bruce and Diana sat in Bruce’s study having just escaped the party the kids had thrown them. Confetti decorated their hair and a bit of icing dotted Diana’s nose. While both appreciated the party they were glad to be alone.
“So…” Diana drawled, perched on Bruce’s desk once again as she swung her feet. “Do I finally get to see your drawing of me?” Diana had shown Bruce her drawing as soon as she was done with it. It was realistic and flawless and had filled Bruce with an insecurity he had never felt before.
Bruce grunted and picked up the sketchbook Damian had given him. WIth an odd mix of hesitance and haste, he shoved the sketchbook into Diana’s hands and looked away. Diana was quick to flip it open and when she did, her breath caught in her throat.
“Bruce… it’s beautiful!” she gasped, hand over her heart. Diana couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen such a flattering picture of herself.
“You’re just saying that.”
“No, I’m not. Bruce you are so talented. Why can’t you admit that to yourself?” Bruce didn’t say anything. Diana stood and walked towards her husband, wrapping her arms around him as she forced him to look at her. Bruce’s face was flushed but something gleamed in his eyes, something she’d never seen before.
“Thanks, D,” Bruce muttered, wrapping his arms around her. He pushed his lips against her, hands tangled in her hair as they lost themselves in each other. The kiss was slow and gentle and filled with a soft appreciation.
“Just stating the obvious,” Diana hummed, breathless, when they parted. “I love you.”
“Love you too.”
I love the idea of Bruce sketching Diana! What a precious story! ~ Maiden