Author: Fuck yeah Wonderbat!

sforzanto2711: PERFECT DC POWER COUPLE BATMAN…

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PERFECT DC POWER COUPLE
BATMAN & WONDER WOMAN
BRUCE & DIANA

#WONDERBAT #Wonderbatcrew
#WonderWomanxBatman #BatmanxWonderWoman #BMWW #JusticeLeague #WonderWoman #batman

Perfect DCEU couple! Which is perfect since SDCC is this weekend and we are getting multiple servings of DCEU announcements! ~ Maiden

Epilogue: Milestones at Disney

Having experienced magic in many forms throughout her long life, Diana had to admit that Disney World was the only place on Earth that made her feel as if she had been spellbound the moment she entered the park. It had been too many years she had last visited the Magic Kingdom, but she couldn’t fight the giddy feeling when she heard the music in the air, when she saw the size of the equally enchanted crowds, when she thought about all the sights that the little ones were about to see.

“Do you see the castle, Alexandros?” She asked with an excitement that she reserved for her children. Her hand reflexively reached for his untameable mess of curls, but the baseball cap his father had the sense to place on his head blocked her from doing so. Still, when he looked up at her, some stray strands spilled out from under the rim and sat over his wide-eyed expression.

“Naí! Mamá,” Alex stomped around in a small impatient circle before he squeezed his small hand around the handle of the stroller she was pushing, clearly ready to keep going. “I want to see Cinderella!”

Diana cooed at her son with immense empathy. “I know, and you will. But where’s bampás?”

“Bampás!?” Exclaimed the hyperactive child as he wiped his head back and forth, looking for his father. Alex’s enthusiasm was one of the features she loved about him, especially when it helped him find a fondness for the half of his heritage that was Greek. He was the only one of her children who called their father ‘bampás’, and she loved whenever he said it, even if he was yelling for his dad.

Luckily, his voice was like a summoning spell for Bruce Wayne. “I’m here, Alex. I’m here.”

“Yes Alex,” Diana turned around just in time to watch Penelope cross her brows as she scolded her brother, sitting high with her opinion upon Bruce’s shoulders. “Don’t be rude.”

Great Hera, she was showing more and more signs of Alfred in personality with every passing day.

“How was I rude!?” Alex demanded at the top of his lungs.

Familiar with their volatile conversations, Bruce expertly spoke louder than the both of them as he suggested a plan of action in the most indirect way. “I wonder if we’ll see Moana if we keep walking?”

Diana curled her lips in and returned her attention back to the stroller in front of her. She left the noisy pair of siblings to the man who dealt with loud personalities all of the time, and decided to look over the other two kids who were visibly easier to handle.

In the second bassinet, Diana checked to make sure that Iris was still asleep. Wearing a flowery dress and a matching headband, the youngest of her children somehow managed to sleep through any ruckus when she decided it was time to nap. Considering how loud the park could be, it was almost admirable how determined she was to slumber through the comotion her brother and sister were causing.

Silas, on the other hand, made it clear that he was not amused when he threw his sippy cup on the ground as some sort of protest. Never a crier, the pouty child stared up at Diana as if he expected her to use her lasso and compel him to tell her the reason why he was suddenly distressed. The fussiest of her kids was typically greeted with the question, “What’s wrong, darling?”

Before she could bend down to retrieve the discarded cup, Alexandros had kindly picked it up off the ground and placed it on his brother’s tray. “Silas.” It was finally his turn to admonish someone else.

“Was his cup empty?” Diana asked Alex while reaching into the mini cooler bag they had in the small basket under the stroller.

Alex nodded. “Yeah, maybe he’s thirsty?”

“Maybe he is.” Diana agreed, pulling out one of Silas’ many other drinks.

Under his breath, Bruce muttered, “You’re checking that pull up.”

Her reflexes swift, she looked back at the father of her children and arched a brow at him sharply. Clearly, she was asking without words ‘are you sure about that?’.

Thankfully, for the sake of peace, Penelope intervened before any other comments or gestures could be exchanged. “Where is Moana, daddy?”

“And Cinderella! At her house?” Alex guessed as he aimed his index finger at the castle posed perfectly at the end of Main Street USA.

The sound of Bruce’s chuckle was low, but Diana still heard it under the squeak of the stroller as she pushed it forward. “You want to see Cinderella or her mice, Alex?”

Taking two steps forward at a time, he answered at his typical volume. “Both! I want to see everything!”

“Everything?” Bruce pretended to be surprised by the answer, teasing their son as if he could understand his father’s subtle teasing in the slightest.

Diana chuckled at the children she had to deal with – young and old – just as something soft and warm reached for her fingers. Lo and behold, it was none other than Silas asking for his mother’s attention, holding his sippy cup to his lips in one hand and using his other one to ask for hers. He was so much more timid than his other siblings, which somehow made his requests for affection a tad sweeter.

She reached forward and cupped his cheek as she heard Penelope decree from on her perch above them all. “Mommy should introduce us to them, shouldn’t she?”

“Who?” Bruce and Alex unintentionally asked in unison.

Like it was a fact, the eldest clarified. “The princesses.”

“And how am I going to do that, sweetheart?” Questioned Diana while trying to divert her attention between her two children, before making sure she darted her eyes toward Alex, who was skipping so fast, he was about to lose his hat.

Confusion in her otherwise refined voice, Penelope answered the ask with an inquiry of her own. “Because you’re a ‘princess’ too, right? That’s why daddy calls you that, right?”

Instantly, she felt Bruce’s eyes on her, a feeling she knew all too well. It was a soothing, discarnate graze that reminded her of how she ended up at Disney World with four children and a husband to flatter her with such a pet name.

Diana looked back at Bruce over her shoulder and smiled, reflecting on when he made her feel like a princess the first time they had ever come to the park together. When he took her from ride to ride, kissed her on the bridge that was only a few steps away for the very first time, then took her to the princess suite that ended up being their honeymoon suite.

The fireworks that happened at Disney World – the ones that flew sky-high or took her to cloud nine – were indeed embedded with something special that any magic user she had ever met would be envious of.

Unable to deny her children anything, Wonder Woman caved to their adorable misunderstanding and promised them with all of her heart. “I might be able to work something out.” Then, she winked at Bruce, knowing he’d understand that she meant for him to work his business magic and make it happen.

Like the Fairy Godmother’s magic wand, her adoring husband revealed his cell phone and called upon the little workers of the park to help them make their little ones’ dream come true.

The last time they had to think about Disney World and ‘kids’, Bruce’s surrogate children had condemned them because they had gone to the Magic Kingdom without them. To think that, all of these years later, they had brought their four children to the park was truly a gift of the gods. From teammates to lovers to parents, her life with Bruce had gone from utterly chaotic to resembling a fairy tale-like dream.

Maybe she deserved a movie, like her fellow princesses.


((I had been wanting to write about the four WonderBat kids I had made a while ago, and I realized that this cute little epilogue was the perfect chance to do so! It’s nothing big, nothing special, just some fluff to end your weekend with. Hope you enjoyed! And yes, Alexandros is on his way to being the first male Amazon, while Penelope is going to run Wayne Manor like she’s Alfred II someday! ~ Maiden))

Do you happen to know when or in what context …

Do you happen to know when or in what context scott snyder said he was a fan of wonderbat? He's one of my favourite batman writers, i'd love to see his take on the relationship since he understand bruce very well. 🙂

Well, the Scott Snyder reference in the last post might only relate to circumstancial evidence, but I think the hints he’s given us still come across as some form of support.

In the Metal series, the Merciless is a version of Batman from Earth-12 that fought Ares with Wonder Woman and thinking she died essentially turned him into this villain. When he confronts our(?) Diana, he mentions that there were worlds he visited where the two had fallen in love and had children together. Mind you, The Merciless killed those kids…

But there are scenes where he admires her, talks about how he wanted to share a home with her. It’s essentially the most corrupt version of WonderBat we could possibly ever get. 

That kind of depth can stem from many places, but I do feel like the admiration between them was meant to test Diana’s heart and strength of character, and it was decided that the Merciless was the best way to test that. Their bond has so many angles and despite how grim this one is, some may interpret this as a nod to their many possible futures. ~ Maiden

Do you happen to know when or in what context …

Do you happen to know when or in what context scott snyder said he was a fan of wonderbat? He's one of my favourite batman writers, i'd love to see his take on the relationship since he understand bruce very well. 🙂

Well, the Scott Snyder reference in the last post might only relate to circumstancial evidence, but I think the hints he’s given us still come across as some form of support.

In the Metal series, the Merciless is a version of Batman from Earth-12 that fought Ares with Wonder Woman and thinking she died essentially turned him into this villain. When he confronts our(?) Diana, he mentions that there were worlds he visited where the two had fallen in love and had children together. Mind you, The Merciless killed those kids…

But there are scenes where he admires her, talks about how he wanted to share a home with her. It’s essentially the most corrupt version of WonderBat we could possibly ever get. 

That kind of depth can stem from many places, but I do feel like the admiration between them was meant to test Diana’s heart and strength of character, and it was decided that the Merciless was the best way to test that. Their bond has so many angles and despite how grim this one is, some may interpret this as a nod to their many possible futures. ~ Maiden

Hello, just wanted to ask as to how you think …

Hello, just wanted to ask as to how you think the WonderBat community can grow and possibly make the pairing more popular to those who might doubt it? I've always loved the pair but always found myself disappointed with how little material there is for them(Granted amazing material but still) I would like to know your opinion on this and any others who feel they can contribute.

Hi there, thank you for sending in such a thoughtful ask. This question holds a lot of weight to it, so I thought I should ask the #WonderBatCrew on twitter for their ideas on how we can bolster our community. Here is what we came up with!

Let DC hear how much we love WonderBat! Something I admire about LOTSLover is that, whenever she makes a photo edit for WonderBat, she tags people like Geoff Johns and Liam Sharp. It’s a silent but powerful way to show that there are people who love these two together. This is also why we came up with the ‘#IShipWonderBatBecause’ event, so we can let the people in power hear the collective voice of our community and the reasons why we ship WonderBat with so much love and admiration.

Support those at DC who support our ship! Scott Snyder, Liam Sharp and the amazing Greg Rucka have all said before that they either love WonderBat or at least support it. The artist for New Superman, Gene Luen Yang (who gave us a canon WonderBat ship in the Chinese Justice League), said that he became a WonderBat shipper because of the famous JLU episode ‘Little Miss Piggy’. What we need to do is show our love and support for those artists and authors who are fond of our ship, letting DC know that their content is something we want to see. You don’t have to buy anything you don’t genuinely want to, but it’s important that these creators are aware that we appreciate them and what they’ve done/can do for WonderBat. 

Interacting with each other more! I love this community so much, and I love talking to you all about different perspectives on the movies, on the comics, on everything WonderBat or DC-related. The #WonderBatCrew on twitter is a great example of what can happen when we bond together over what we love; our energy and devotion is amplified by how much we come together to soldify our desire to see canon WonderBat, even in the darkest moments where it might seem like the chance of being canon is a mere dream. If we can comment, reblog and talk amongst ourselves more, we can become even more united as a community, making us less suseptible to any naysayers, whether that means comments from other ships or even our own worries and doubts.

These are just the few ideas that came up when I asked the #WonderBatCrew on Twitter, and I hope these ideas resonate with people. If you have any other ideas out there, I’m of course ready and willing to listen! ~ Maiden

Possible Events to Come!!

This year, we’ve already had two events for WonderBat, and even with short notice, you Amazons and BatPeople have stepped up to the plate each and every time!

I wanted to take a moment to introduce a couple of event ideas I have, and see which appeal to you all the most!

😍 #IShipWonderBatBecause 😍- we want to let the people who ship WonderBat or have shown support for it at DC to know that why they mean so much to us! We will pick a day, and ask that anyone who has Twitter to join the cause!

🎁 WonderBat Advent Calendar 🎁 – In November, I’ll ask for theme suggestions, then I’ll make a calendar of the month of December and attach one theme to each day. Once it’s posted, contact me and let me know which day you want to create something for! You are NOT expected to do the whole month – just whichever themes speak to you the most~

💕Double Date with WonderBat 💕- I know we all have other pairs we love in the DC Universe, so for one day, let’s pay tribute to WonderBat interacting with another OTP from DC!

We won’t be doing every event mentioned above this year, but I have them lined up for the future. Let me know which ones speak to you the most, which one you’re inspired to take part in! ~ Maiden

Fic link…. Mature, not explicit. Short.

Fic link…. Mature, not explicit. Short. :

Fic written in 2013…. Posted here for Wonderbat week (belated)

Always

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My last submission for WonderBatMilestones, I promise! If you need to know who Allie is, please feel free to read my story “Father’s Day”.

As always, I do not own these characters.

@fyeahwonderbat


December 2 16:32 Wayne Manor

Diana Wayne rolled over in bed, letting out a groan as she stretched under the covers, trying to stifle a yawn. She glanced towards the clock near her husband’s side of the bed, her eyes widening as she jumped out of bed when she saw the time. How had she slept that late? She had brought Allie up to her room for a nap, and after her stressful day on the watchtower, as well as the week she had just had, she knew she should join her daughter in a small nap. Small nap, not the two and a half hour nap she had just woken from.

She turned to the bed, her wide eyes growing in fear when she didn’t see her daughter in the bed with her. She raced out of the room, her bare feet hitting the cold hardwood floor as she dashed into the hallway, before she rushed down the stairs, wondering where her daughter had run off to. “Alexandra!” Diana exclaimed, her heart racing as she stopped to listen, hoping to hear her daughter’s voice.

Instead, she heard music coming from down the hall, and she knew where Allie had run off too. She quickly raced down another corridor, heading towards the room that held their grand piano, stopping behind the cracked door when she noticed Allie was not in the room alone.

Diana let out the breath she had been holding when she saw Bruce, her husband, sitting in front of the piano, his daughter placed into his lap, as he guided her hands over the keys. He had her hands in his and every so often would push her small hand down onto the key, smiling when she would giggle as the music echoed throughout the room.

Diana leaned against the door, quietly watching as her daughter continued to press the keys in front of her, as Bruce gently brushed Allie’s hair out of her face. He placed a small kiss on the crown of the child’s head, smiling when her bright blue eyes widened with her smile. “Daddy,” the child said with a giggle, “I try to play. No kisses.”

Bruce chuckled, kissing her head once more, pulling back before she turned to glare at him. God, she looked just like Diana. He was going to be in trouble when she decided to start dating. “I can’t give my baby kisses?” Bruce asked, letting Allie press another few keys, shaking her head.

“I not a baby,” Allie said, raising her finger to let Bruce know she was serious.

Bruce shook his head, kissing the pad of her finger, before he squeezed her tightly. “You’ll always be my baby,” he said, smiling when she turned and placed her head on his chest. “And you’re not allowed to grow up. Or date. Ever.”

Diana watched as Allie shook her head against Bruce’s chest. “I have a boyfriend,” she muttered.

“Oh no you do not. Daddy won’t allow it.”

Diana opened the door and walked into the room, flashing a smile to her husband and her daughter as she made her way over to the bench. “Mommy!” Allie exclaimed, jumping out of Bruce’s lap and into Diana’s arms, giving Diana a kiss on the cheek before she jumped to the floor and ran out of the room.

“Hello,” she said, responding to the three and a half year old who was now halfway down the hall, before she turned to her husband and kissed him. “When did you get home?”

Bruce stared at his wife, his lips curling into another smile as he pressed another key on the piano. “About an hour ago,” he said, using his thumb to wipe off some of the soot from Diana’s face; she had come straight home and fell asleep with Allie, she still needed to shower, sure she smelled like smoke.

“Why didn’t you wake me?” she asked, using the back of her hand to wipe off any other dirt from her face.

Bruce shrugged, leaned in, and kissed her cheek. “You needed sleep,” he said, “The League has been keeping you so busy, and with Allie you haven’t been getting much sleep. Even I’ve noticed how tired you’ve been this past week.”

Diana let out a small sigh and closed her eyes, leaning her head on Bruce’s shoulder. “Thank you,” she said, kissing his shoulder. She knew he was right. The League had been keeping her busy and Allie being sick the last few days hadn’t made things easier. But this was different than just being exhausted from League missions and having a sick child. She had only been this exhausted one other time in her life, a realization that had hit hard when she had opened her eyes to watch her child run back into the room, a cookie in her hand. “Did Alfred give that to you?” she asked, watching as the child shoved the cookie into her mouth and nodded. “No more before dinner.”

“Yes Mommy,” she said, her mouth still full of the cookie. She quickly finished chewing the cookie and turned to Bruce. “Daddy we go outside now?”

“Yes,” he said, standing from the bench, before he offered a hand to his wife. He watched as Diana placed her hand in his, before he pulled her up on her feet. “Your daughter has been waiting for you to go play in the snow.”

Diana smiled. The first winter she had experienced in Man’s World, Diana was so intrigued by the white powdery substance that had fallen from the sky. Bruce had explained what snow was, even letting her visit Gotham to experience her first snowball fight with Tim. Since then, she loved the snowy days that winter brought to Gotham. Allie had taken after her mother in that aspect, loving to run through the snow and build snowmen with Tim.

“Well let’s go get you dressed,” Diana said, scooping up Allie into her arms, before the two walked out of the room, Bruce following them.

He watched as his wife carried their daughter upstairs, going to get ready for another adventure in the snow.

XXXXX

Bruce watched his daughter run through the snow, stopping to scoop some of the fresh powder into her arms, before she threw it up into the air, giggling to herself. He still had on his work clothes, so he had only needed to throw on his jacket, a pair of gloves, and a scarf, before he patiently waited for Diana to come downstairs dressed and ready to go.

When he had seen his wife come down carrying Allie, he couldn’t help but laugh. Diana had changed into a pair of jeans and a sweater, a knitted cap on her head and a scarf tied around her neck; she would put on her coat and gloves near the door. In her arms was Allie, covered in a large snowsuit, a large scarf around her neck and gloves around her hands. Bruce shook his head, the image of Stay Puft flashing into his mind.

When the three of them had gone outside, Allie had been quick to rush through the garden, running through the yard as her parents walked slowly behind her, keeping her in their line of sight.

“How was work?” Diana asked, looping her arm through her husband’s. “Did that deal go through?”

Bruce nodded. He had been working with Lucius to establish a million dollar deal with another tech corp on the west coast, knowing the fusion between their two companies would boost stocks, and afford the Batman better technology to help in his fight against Gotham criminals. “Yes, I’ll need to go to California some time next month, but only for a few days.”

Diana nodded, knowing this was part of her husband’s job, before she laid her head gently on his shoulder. “I’m sure Allie and I will find some way to occupy our time,” she said with a smirk, glancing up to watch the child roll down the hill ahead of them, laughing the whole way down. “She’s so happy,” Diana said, happy to see her child content with her life.

When she had been born, Bruce had been adamant about not letting her into his nightly activities, wanting to keep her away from the darkness that plagued Gotham for as long as he could. Plus, he was worried she wouldn’t be able to separate Daddy and Batman, and would accidentally let it slip that her father was The Dark Knight. Until he was sure she could handle that stress, he and Diana would keep her as far away from that world as possible.

Bruce smiled wide, nodding his head. “She reminds me of her mother,” he said, kissing the crown of Diana’s head. The sense of wonderment Allie displayed reminded Bruce of Diana every day. She was just as curious as Diana had been when she had first come to Man’s World, and she always had questions about how the world worked. But it wasn’t until their latest trip to D.C., when Diana had decided to take the family to the zoo, did Bruce see how alike Allie and Diana were; the look of amazement on Allie’s face when she had seen the elephants was just like her mother’s the first time she had seen the creatures in person.

“Do you ever think of having more?” Diana asked, the crunching of the snow under her boots filling in the moments of silence as Bruce sighed, thinking of his answer.

“Of course,” he responded, looking up to see Allie skip around the corner of the manor. “Why? Are you pregnant?”

Diana stopped, turning to face her husband as she chuckled, nervously. She opened her mouth to respond, but quickly shut it when the two heard Allie shriek, followed by the sounds of dogs growling and barking. Without another thought, the two rushed off towards where Allie had disappeared to, fearing for her safety.

When they turned the corner, they saw Allie standing behind a puppy, her hands over her face, as it barked at the two growling dogs on the other end of the fence. Diana watched as the puppy growled at the dogs and lunged forward, letting the two bigger dogs know it wasn’t afraid, as Bruce rushed up and grabbed Allie, pulling her into his arms and away from the three animals. He watched as the two bigger dogs ran away, the puppy in front of Allie taking a step towards the fence and barking louder, instigating that he had won the showdown, before he turned to face the three people.

He looked up at Diana, his large brown eyes meeting Diana’s bright blue, as he took a seat in the snow. Diana cautiously walked up to the puppy, her eyes alert, watching for any signs of aggression as she bent down. She opened her arms for the puppy, letting it walk up to her, her heart breaking when she saw it walk with a limp, the snow under him red from the wound on his hind leg. Without another word, she scooped the puppy up into her arms, smiling when he licked her face, grateful to be out of the cold snow, before she wrapped him in her coat, protecting him from the cold December weather.

The two walked back into the manor, Bruce carefully checking Allie for any injuries, before he took her up to her bedroom to get undressed, leaving Diana to tend to the puppy’s bleeding hind leg. “What happened to you?” she asked the puppy, trying to be gentle as she stroked his head, gaining his trust, before her hand moved down to his left hind leg. She carefully felt for the injury, freezing when the puppy let out a yelp when her finger ran over the bite. “It’s okay,” she whispered, gently scratching its ear, “We’ll get you fixed up in no time.”

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Tim walked through the front door of the manor, his eyebrows furrowed. He was in a foul mood, and his English professor was to blame. He had spent weeks on his latest term paper, “The Gods and Goddesses of Ancient Greek”, even going as far as to have Diana give him a history lesson in the powerful beings, but when he had received his paper back, with a big, red, “F” on the front, he had become livid. “None of this information is correct,” his professor had told him, as he had shoved the paper back into the teen’s hand. Tim had left the classroom, fuming. He had gotten his information straight from Wonder Woman, who had met with some of these supposedly fake beings. If she said it, it was true. Dr. Mayes obviously did not know his mother.

He quickly pulled off his coat and scarf, tossing them onto the rack by the door, as he let out another sigh. How was he going to tell Bruce? Nevermind that, how was he going to tell Diana? She had been so excited that he had come to her with something, and had put so much time into telling him the history of her gods. She would be devastated if she had learned what his English professor had thought.

Making sure to leave his boots by the door, Tim walked through the foyer wondering where everyone was. It was a little after five in the evening, and he knew Bruce had come home earlier, but he was most likely in the cave or with Allie. Alfred was still outside parking the car and he only assumed Diana was on the Watchtower with the League. That gave him an hour or so to think of what to do about this. He took a step towards the giant staircase, wanting to go up to his room and rest, when his ears caught a familiar, yet strange sound.

He quickly turned and walked down one of the halls, stepping into the family room, where he saw his sister sitting on the couch, a black puppy curled up in her lap, its tail wagging as it saw Tim come into the room. Tim’s eyes widened as he joined his sister on the couch, his hand instinctively coming to scratch the dog’s ear, as he turned to look at Bruce and Diana, who had been discussing something in the corner. “No way,” he said, letting the puppy lick his hand before he continued to scratch his head, smiling when Allie began to gently run her hand down the dog’s back, “We got a dog?!”

Bruce turned away from his wife, the stern look on his face still visible, and shook his head. “No, we did not get a dog,” he said, glancing up at Diana, who only shook her head, her face sad. “He wandered into the yard after being attacked and we’re just looking after him until his owner comes to pick him up.”

Diana placed a hand on her husband’s shoulder. “Bruce,” she began, “Look at him.”

Bruce shook his head again. “Princess,” he began, narrowing his eyes as he saw the dog on the couch, “He’s not ours, and I don’t think we have the time to dedicate to a dog.”

Diana let out a sad sigh as the doorbell rang. “Then you need to be the one to explain it to your daughter,” she said harshly, before she walked out of the room, leaving her husband to stand there, surprised by her words.

He was about to walk out after her and explain his reasonings, when Alfred walked into the room, a large man by his side. “Master Wayne, this is Mr. Ensley. He is the owner of the puppy you found.”

The large man took a step towards the three when he saw the dog on the child’s lap, his face curling into a smile. “Oh there you are, Hansel,” the man said, watching as the puppy lifted his head, before baring his teeth and growling. “Oh you know that’s not how you’re supposed to greet me.” The man looked up at Bruce, who carefully walked over and plucked the puppy out of Allie’s lap, much to her dismay. His brown eyes made contact with Bruce’s blue, and although he knew this was the man he had spoken to earlier, it didn’t calm his uneasy feeling.

“Are you sure you have the right dog?” Tim asked, rising to stand next to Bruce. He watched as the man nodded, reached into his back pocket, and pulled out his wallet.

“Hansel here was a gift from my late father,” he said, opening the wallet to show the two men the photo of what they assumed was Mr. Ensley, his father, and the puppy. “He’s a little aggressive, as you can see, but I’ve been working on it.” He looked up at Bruce, flashed him a smile, and opened his arms. “Now, if I can please have my dog, we’ll be on our way.”

Bruce looked down at Tim, raising an eyebrow, before he gently rubbed the puppy’s back. Without a word he placed the puppy in Mr. Ensley’s arms, watching as the man gave the two of them a nod, before he turned on his heel and walked out of the room.

Bruce turned to face Allie, who had stood from the couch, her little eyes narrowed at her father in disbelief he had just gotten rid of her newest friend. “Daddy,” she whined, her eyes filling with tears as Diana walked back into the room. She quickly ran into her mother’s arms, the tears in her eyes falling down her cheeks.

Diana lifted the child into her arms, letting her rest her head against her mother’s shoulder, before her eyes met Bruce’s. Without a word, Diana walked out of the room, trying to comfort the crying child, leaving Bruce to stand in the room with Tim, a sigh escaping his lips as he listened to Mr. Ensley walk out of the front door.

December 3 01:17 Grant Park

“Robin to Batman.”

Batman sat perched on the roof of an abandoned warehouse, staring into the alley below. Mr. Ensley had seemed off when he had come for the puppy, and the way the dog had reacted to seeing the man only made Bruce worry something was wrong. So, before he had left, Bruce had snuck a tracker onto the puppy, knowing if his hunch about the man was right, he wouldn’t even bother to check the dog before leaving the manor.

“Batman here,” he said, his masked face moving to watch a few pedestrians make their way into the building across the street. “What do you have?”

“Oracle just finished that background on Jarod Ensley. His father was arrested for importing and selling exotic animals back in the nineties. Jarod’s got a few arrests for B&E, and shoplifting, but other than that, nothing.”

Batman shook his head, unhappy with the news. Something about the man seemed off, and he knew he wouldn’t have been able to forgive himself if he let anything happen to that dog. “Let’s see what’s going on here,” he said, sending Tim the coordinates from the tracker, glad Gotham had been relatively quiet tonight.

“I’ll see you there,” Robin began, “Robin out.”

Batman stood from where he had been crouched, pulling his grappling gun from his belt, and shot it into one of the beams from the roof across the street. He quickly swung onto the roof, landing quietly, before he disconnected the line and placed his grappling gun back onto his belt. He heard Robin land on the roof behind him, before he nodded towards the broken boards, allowing them a view into the warehouse below.

The two glanced into the warehouse. Tim let out a gasp when he saw what was going on, his fists clenching when he saw the large crowd gathered around the small arena. “Alright gents,” Mr. Ensley said, stepping into the arena. In one of his hands he held a pipe, and in the other was a large stack of cash. “Bets have been made. Time to start this show.”

He moved aside and let the two large dogs run towards each other, growling. One of the dogs, a dark haired Doberman, snapped at the Great Dane, his tooth catching the Dane’s ear, dragging it down to the floor. The dog let out a yelp as the Doberman pounced on it, digging its teeth into the Dane’s hind leg. The crowd began to cheer, egging the Doberman on, watching as the dog on the ground fought to gain the upper hand.

The Great Dane kicked the Doberman off him, much to the crowd’s dismay, before he backed away from the angry dog. He looked at the arena, looking for a way to escape, before the Doberman charged the Dane, this time letting its jaws clamp around the dog’s throat, bringing the animal to the ground.

The crowd began to cheer as Batman clenched his fists. He swooped into the warehouse, Robin following him inside, before they hid in the shadows, watching as Mr. Ensley walked into the arena, pulling a chain around the Doberman’s neck, yanking him out of the area, before he walked over to the still dog on the floor. He watched as the Dane took in a small breath, before he shook his head, his eyes narrowing at the dog that was still alive. He quickly raised the pipe he held over his head, ready to finish the job his Doberman couldn’t, when something hit his hand, forcing him to drop the object.

Mr. Ensley rubbed his hand, glancing down at the batarang that had forced the pipe from his hand, before his eyes moved up. Before he could say a word, Robin came out of the shadows, kicking Mr. Ensley in the gut, knocking him to the ground. He quickly restrained the man, before he turned to face the beaten dog, his hand gently rubbing the Dane’s face, letting him know it was all over.

The crowd began to yell, angry that the fight had been cut short, and scared that their illegal dog fighting ring had been busted. They quickly began to disperse, hoping to evade justice at the hands of Batman, however the flashing blue and red lights that had begun to illuminate the warehouse signaled the Gotham Police Department was already there. The police stormed in, guns drawn, as the men surrounding the arena began to fret.

Batman walked out of the shadows, deciding to let the police take care of the betting men, heading straight for Robin and Mr. Ensley. He walked into the arena, watching as the restrained man began to cower in fear. He lifted the man up into the air by his shirt, the whites of his cowl narrowing as he threw him against the wall. “You’re a sick man,” he growled as Commissioner Gordon came up behind him.

“The dog fights were a way to fund his real operation,” Gordon said, grinning as Mr. Ensley’s nostrils flared. “The amount of cocaine my officers just found upstairs will send him away for decades.”

“Good,” Batman said, watching as Gordon took the man out of the arena. He turned to face Robin, giving his protege a nod, before the teen walked out of the arena towards the crates of waiting dogs. He quickly followed Robin out, walking up to the crates,and began to help him take out the scared dogs, letting the officers around them take them outside.

It had taken nearly twenty minutes of searching, but when Batman stumbled upon a crate holding the dog he had been looking for, his lips curled into a grin. He quickly broke the lock on the crate, gently pulling the puppy out, cradling it into his arms, before his gloved hand gently scratched the shaking puppy’s head. “It’s okay,” he said, his finger gently scratching under the puppy’s chin. “You’re coming home.”

December 3 05:43 Wayne Manor

Diana rolled over in her and Bruce’s bed, a sigh escaping her lips when she felt the empty bed. Bruce still hadn’t returned home from patrol, and after having gone to bed angry with him, she was more than ready to see him. She knew she shouldn’t have been upset about the dog, after all, she knew he was right. They didn’t have time to dedicate towards a dog, not when she knew they had other things to discuss, but he hadn’t been the one who had to console their distraught daughter, watching as she cried herself to sleep because Bruce had sent away her “protector”.

She sat up in the bed, her back resting against their headboard, as her hands wiped the last bit of sleep from her eyes. She let out a small yawn, before she swung her legs off the bed, stopping when she heard a small crash downstairs. She quickly stood from the bed and walked out of the room, her tired mind wondering what was happening downstairs.

Diana walked down the hall and to the stairs, stopping at the top when she saw Bruce standing at the bottom, his hand covering his face, as he let out a giant sigh. Near his feet was a broken vase, no doubt the noise she had heard moments prior, but that wasn’t the only thing making noise. To Bruce’s right was the puppy from earlier, his tail wagging as he sat next to the fresh puddle of urine he had just made, barking quietly.

“What have I gotten myself into,” Bruce muttered to himself, bending down to place a few paper towels onto the mess. “You’re going to be a handful,” he said, looking up at the puppy, unable to help the smile on his face as the puppy responded with a playful bark, pouncing on the paper towels.

“Well this is a sight.” Bruce looked up to see Diana standing at the top of the staircase, her hands on her hips, a smirk on her face. “What happened last night?”

She made her way down the stairs, stopping on the bottom step, watching the puppy run over to her, his injured hind leg wrapped in a cast causing him to hobble. She quickly picked up the puppy, laughing when he began to lick her face happily, grateful to be back in the manor with good people. “I put a tracker on him,” Bruce began, “Last night Tim and I discovered his owner was in charge of a dog fighting ring that was funding their drug cartel. After Gordon busted it, I knew I couldn’t let the little guy go into a shelter.”

Diana chuckled and shook her head. “You’re getting soft Bruce,” she said, walking up to her husband, giving him a kiss. “But I thought you said we didn’t have time for a dog.”

Bruce shrugged. “Tim’s old enough, and so is Allie. We’ll make it work.”

Diana nodded and placed the puppy back on the ground, watching as he began to run around the room. “How are we going to handle a puppy and a baby at the same time?” she asked, her eyes widening when she realized what had slipped out of her mouth. She looked up at Bruce, watching as he carefully turned to face his wife, shock on his face.

“You’re pregnant?” He watched as Diana nodded, smiling nervously, before he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into a hug. “That’s what you were trying to tell me yesterday?” Diana nodded once more, before he kissed her softly, his hand gently pulling some of her hair behind her ear. “We’ll make it work,” he began, “If anyone can do it, it’s you.”

Diana chuckled and kissed Bruce once more, before she turned towards the staircase, smiling when she saw Tim standing at the top, Allie in his arms, staring at the dog with wide eyes. “Puppy!” she exclaimed, before the two made their way down. Tim gently placed Allie onto the floor, watching with a smile as his sister sat down onto the step, petting the puppy’s head.

“I can’t believe you brought him back,” Tim said, reaching down to pet the puppy.

Bruce shrugged. “You two are responsible for him, are we clear?” Tim and Allie nodded, continuing to pet the puppy, a smile both of their faces. “Your mother also has-”

Diana placed her hand on Bruce’s chest, stopping him. “I think this is enough excitement for today,” she said, moving her hand from his chest to his face, gently stroking the stubble of his growing beard. “We can save that information for another time,” she whispered, watching Bruce nod with a smile, before he kissed the heel of her hand. She wanted her and Bruce to be the only one to know about the new baby for a bit before they shared it with everyone, after all, the last time her surprise had been ruined thanks to a bag mix up. “We need a name for him.”

Tim looked up, watching as Alfred walked into the room, a bowl of water in his hand, having heard the dog from the kitchen. He watched as the butler placed the bowl on the ground, before the dog trotted over to it and began to lap up the water. “What about Ace?” Tim asked, tilting his head as he watched the puppy.

“Simple,” Bruce responded, “It’ll do.”

Diana turned to look her husband in the eye, her smile growing. “Isn’t that what you wanted to name a dog as a child?”

Alfred chuckled, remembering when a young Bruce had begged his parents for a dog. “It sure was Ms. Diana. I believe Ace is a perfect name for the feisty pup.”

“Ass! Ass!” Allie said, a smile on her face as she clapped, happily watching the puppy.

“Oh sweetie, it’s Ace,” Diana said, smacking Bruce’s chest when she heard him begin to chuckle. “But let’s get you some breakfast, and then you and I, and maybe Alfred, can take Ace out to get some toys.”

“Yes!” Allie exclaimed, jumping into the air, causing the three adults to chuckle, before she walked across the room. “Come Ass,” Allie said over her shoulder, watching as Ace bounded after her into the kitchen.

“We might need to change that name,” Bruce muttered, watching as Diana shook her head with a chuckle. The two watched Tim follow his sister and Ace into the kitchen, before Alfred rushed out of the room, leaving the two alone.

Bruce pulled Diana, forcing her to face him, before he placed another kiss on her lips, his hand instinctively trailing down to her pajama covered stomach. “I love you, and I am excited for this new baby,” he whispered, his eyes glancing over her shoulder at the wall of photos behind her.

Among the wall were photos of their family, ranging from photos of Dick and Jason with Bruce, to Bruce’s first photo with Diana, but the one that had caught his eye was the photo closest to the pair. It was a picture Alfred had taken during their rooftop ceremony, when Bruce and Diana had gotten married in private. It was that day he knew his life would no longer be the same, and he welcomed the change with open arms.

When Diana had come into his life he knew she was something special, but never in a million years would he have imagined she would fall in love with him, agree to marry him, and become the mother to not one, but two of their children. He loved this woman immensely, and he knew he would do anything for her or their family.

As his mind wandered back to their rooftop ceremony, his lips curled into a smile, remembering how he had surprised his wife with his Greek. He had practiced it for weeks, wanting to get it just right for her, but he had never imagined she would have reacted as well as she had in that moment.

“What are you thinking about?” she asked as she ran her hand gently through his hair, watching as Bruce glanced back to her face, his blue eyes meeting hers.

“Our life together,” was all he said. “I never thought it would happen the way it did.”

Diana gave him a smirk as she buried her face into his chest. “When did you know?” she asked, “When did you know I was the one?”

Bruce let out a small sigh. “That night at the zoo,” he confessed. “I didn’t realize it then, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized I was in love with you.” He placed a kiss on his wife’s head. “And you?”

Diana took a moment to think, trying to decipher when she had decided Bruce was the only man for her. “That morning in the new training room,” she said, “You saw me at my worst, and you were a shoulder to cry on.”

Bruce placed a kiss on her shoulder, giving her another smile as he heard Allie and Tim laugh from the other room. Diana pulled away from him, flashing him a smile over his shoulder, before she walked out of the room, leaving Bruce to stand and let out another sigh.

Diana really was something else, and he couldn’t believe he had gotten lucky enough to have her in his life. He glanced back up to their wedding photo, smiling when he saw the etching in the glass of the frame. It was the Greek phrase he had said to her on their wedding day, and he knew, for the rest of their lives, he would remind her of those words. “Énas polemistís, períergos kai athóos, chromatízei tin kardiá mou me agápi tha pánta thisavrós,” he mumbled to himself, mentally translating the sentence. A warrior, curious and innocent, stained my heart with love I will treasure, always.

Sooo @saultnpeppah basically gave us the story version of what should be a WonderBat comic. MVP! ~ Maiden

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WonderBat Milestones Day 5. Once again, so sorry it’s so late, and so long. 

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November 24. 13:22. Green Grocer’s.

“Did you find everything you were looking for?”

Diana Wayne turned to see her son, thirteen year old Timothy Drake, come down the aisle of the supermarket, a smirk on his face as he tossed a few items into the basket Alfred stood next to. He watched as Alfred shook his head, before he looked up at Diana, his smirk turning into a large grin, hoping to persuade her to allow him the sweets.

Diana gave him a small smile and a nod, before she joined the two, her private purchase carefully concealed in a bag. “Yes, I did,” she said, tying the bag closed before Tim could glance into it. “And you know Bruce is not going to like you having all those sweets.”

Tim shrugged, walking over to stand next to Alfred, placing his hand on the butler’s shoulder. “It’s Thanksgiving,” he began, giving his surrogate mother another large grin, “He has to be lenient.”

Diana chuckled, shaking her head once more, before she crossed her arms over her chest. “You better share with your brothers,” she said, turning to Alfred in time to see him chuckle.

It had been Bruce and Diana’s first Thanksgiving as a married couple, and after much convincing from both Alfred and Diana, Bruce had agreed to host a dinner. It wasn’t as if he hadn’t had Thanksgiving dinner at the manor before. In fact, every year Alfred would prepare a feast for Bruce and Tim. This year, however, Diana had convinced both Jason and Dick to join in, as well as Barbara, and a few of the other League members. Bruce had promised he would give Diana as much of a normal life as he could, and that meant having a traditional Thanksgiving dinner, filled with friends and family. Diana had been so grateful she had promised to let him go out on patrol without any fuss, so long as he woke her up when he had come home. It was a deal he was willing to take.

That morning Alfred had realized he had forgotten a few items for their dinner, and Diana, wanting to offer him some help, had offered to accompany him to the store. Once Tim had heard they were going to the store, he wanted to join in, welcoming the distraction from a paper he needed to finish by the end of the week. So the three of them made their way to the supermarket, carefully deciding a plan of attack that would help them navigate the busy, crowded aisles.

They had decided to split up, figuring they would be able to get more items quicker as individuals; Diana had been grateful, as she had an ulterior motive to go shopping. She needed to pick up something, and she wasn’t ready for either of the two to know.

“Of course,” Tim said, watching as Alfred turned the cart and headed towards the checkout. “What time is everyone coming?” he asked, forcing Diana’s attention away from her own thoughts.

“About six,” she answered, “Have you finished your paper yet?”

She watched as he shoved his hands into his pockets and dropped his head, his eyes avoiding hers. “Nearly done,” he said quietly.

Diana nodded, stopping near Alfred as he placed all of their items onto the moving conveyor belt. They all remained quiet as Alfred finished his purchase, before Tim grabbed the bags and rushed out the door, leaving Diana to walk alongside Alfred. “You’re peculiarly quiet today Ms. Diana,” Alfred said, his nose scrunching unconsciously when he used the name. When she and Bruce had gotten married, Alfred had been adamant about changing the title he referred to her by, but Diana had merely shook her head, telling Alfred to keep her name just the way it had been. She had tried to convince him to just call her by her first name, but after years of calling her ‘Ms. Diana’, he wasn’t going to be able to change his habit.

Diana glanced up at the butler, her eyes meeting his, as she gave him a small smile, trying to distract him from what was really bothering her. She had woken up the last few days not feeling well, much to her dismay. She had really been looking forward to this day, and she didn’t want a little stomach bug to ruin the day. “Just a little tired,” she confessed, “But I’m very excited for tonight.” Her stomach turned at the thought of all the food Alfred was sure to prepare, however she took a deep breath, keeping the smile on her face, before they finished the small walk to the car, where Tim had been waiting, the grocery bags already neatly packed in the trunk, as he sat in the backseat glaring at his phone.

“Well, I suppose you should take a small nap when you get home Ms. Diana,” Alfred suggested, opening the rear door for Diana, allowing her to slip inside next to Tim.

“Oh Alfred, I couldn’t leave you in the kitchen alone.”

Alfred shook his head. “Oh pish posh, Ms. Diana. I am perfectly content in the kitchen by myself.” He closed the door and walked up to the driver’s seat, quickly getting into the car before driving off to the manor.

Diana leaned her back against the seat, her arms crossed over her chest as she stared out the window. She loved the colors of the trees during the fall, and even in Gotham, she found herself staring at the beauty of the changing trees, watching in awe as the orange and gold leaves began to fall and littered the streets.

Her hand unconsciously slid up to her mouth, keeping the nausea at bay, as the trees whizzed past them on their way to the manor. She let out a small sigh, closing her eyes in concentration. She felt bad for lying to Alfred, but she didn’t want him to know, not yet. She still didn’t if she was entirely sure herself, but, as she clutched the bag in her hand closer to her body, she realized she would soon have the answer.

October 31. 18:23. Batcave.

Diana flashed into the Batcave, shivering when the cool air hit her body. She quickly glanced around, wondering if she would be able to catch Bruce and Tim before they went out for patrol. It had been nearly a week since she had left to visit Themyscira, needing to finish her own personal mission, before she came back home, and she couldn’t wait to have Bruce in her arms. She couldn’t wait to have his lips on hers, his body firmly pressed against hers, as his hands roamed her naked body. Nearly a week without his touch had drove her nearly insane; she wasn’t sure if she would be able to go another minute without him.

She quickly bounded up the stairs, wanting to see her husband. She made her way into the manor, making sure the hidden entrance for the Batcave closed, before she rushed up the stairs to the second floor of the manor, gently bumping into Alfred on her way to the bedroom she shared with Bruce.

“Ms. Diana!” Alfred exclaimed, his eyes widening when he saw the woman standing in front of him, as his lips curled into a smile. “You’re home!”

Diana watched as Alfred gave her a smile, happy to see her after a few days away. She had missed her daily chats with the butler, enjoying a cup of tea while he prepared breakfast for the family, and she knew he had missed her company as well. “Alfred,” she began, wrapping her arms around the man, pulling him into a tight hug. “I missed you.”

Alfred chuckled, hugging Diana back, before he pulled away and nodded. “As I missed you Ms. Diana,” Alfred said, “But I believe Master Bruce wins this competition. He’s been extra cranky these past few days.”

Diana let out a small laugh, nodding her head, knowing her husband could be grumpy when she was away. “And where is Bruce?” she asked, pulling off her tiara.

“He and Master Tim are at Wayne Enterprises,” Alfred began, watching as Diana’s eyes grew wide. “They’re at the-”

“The Halloween Party! Oh, I’m glad I didn’t miss it,” Diana exclaimed. When Bruce had first explained the idea of Halloween to Diana, telling her how people liked to dress in different costumes, sometimes going to parties, she had been adamant about participating with him and Tim. When Bruce had reminded her that they both dressed up in a costume on a daily basis, Diana had made him promise to dress in another costume, in addition to throwing a party for all his employees. Always one to make his wife happy, Bruce had agreed, unsure of how he was going to feel hosting a Halloween party at his multibillion dollar company. “Please tell me Bruce dressed up.”

Alfred nodded, his smile turning into a smirk. “I wouldn’t let him leave until he and Master Tim were in full costume. And I do believe Master Bruce left a costume for you, hoping you would come home today. It’s laid out on your bed.”

Diana nodded, muttered a thanks to Alfred and rushed up to her bedroom. She quickly opened the door, stepping inside the room and placed her tiara on the nightstand by her side of the bed, before her eyes glanced down to the costume that had been laid out on the bed. Her lips curled into a smile as she rolled her eyes, unable to believe this was what Bruce had decided she should wear to the party.

She quickly pulled off her boots, tossing them gently into the opened closet, before she unzipped her uniform, shimmying out of the clothing, letting it fall onto the floor. She would humor Bruce and dress in his outfit. She only hoped he was wearing something similar.

November 24. 13:47. Wayne Manor.

“Just set the bags on the counter Master Tim,” Alfred instructed, watching as the teen carried the bags into the kitchen, before he placed them onto the counter, his eyes glancing into one of the bag to see where his hidden sweets had been placed.

“Are you sure we can’t help you Alfred?” Diana asked, watching as Tim grabbed a small bag from the counter, her eyes widening when she realized her own bag had been mixed in with the groceries. “Tim, no,” she said, trying to stop Tim from opening the bag, however she had been too late, watching as he ripped the bag open, his eyes widening when he realized the item inside wasn’t his bag of candy, but rather a very colorful box.

“Umm, Diana,” Tim began, handing her the box, staring into her eyes with an eyebrow raised. “Is there something you want to tell us?”

Diana snatched the box containing the pregnancy test from Tim’s hand, letting out a sigh as she felt Tim and Alfred’s eyes on her. “I don’t know yet,” she said, “And Bruce doesn’t know anything.”

Tim looked at Diana, his shocked face disappearing, a smile forming on his lips at the thought of Diana having a baby. “Well, what are you waiting for? We need to know now.”

He felt Alfred’s hand on his shoulder, forcing the teen to look up at the butler. He noticed the smile on the older man’s face and he knew he was overjoyed with the thought of a baby in the house. “What I think Master Tim means is, we won’t tell Bruce.”

Diana nodded her thanks, giving the two of them another smile, before she backed out of the kitchen. She knew she needed to take the test sooner rather than later, and with Tim now knowing he could become an older brother, she wasn’t going to be able to keep this a secret for much longer. She had only hoped all her hard work, and her prayers, hadn’t gone unanswered.

October 31. 19:01. Wayne Enterprises

Diana walked through the front door of Wayne Enterprises, dressed in the outfit Bruce had left for her, smiling at the employees that waved at her. When she and Bruce had married, she had become a consistent presence at his job, casually stopping by to have lunch with her husband, stealing precious moments alone before they had to return to the craziness both of their lives provided. Bruce would never admit it, but those days when Diana would show up at his office, a bag of food in her hands, were some of his favorites.

“Mrs. Wayne!” Diana turned to see Lucius Fox, Bruce’s business manager, walk towards her. He was dressed in a suit, and although Diana had expected to see him in a costume after his excitement over the first Halloween party at the company, her lips curled into a smile.

“Lucius,” she said, giving the man a hug when he stood in front of her. “I thought we were supposed to be in costume,” she said, pulling away from him, giving him a wink.

Lucius chuckled. “I’m afraid I’m still on the clock, Mrs. Wayne. Your husband has been keeping me busy.”

“And where exactly is my husband?” she asked, feeling his hand fall to the small of her back, as he led her inside the main lobby.

Inside Diana let out a gasp as she took in the decorations, the black and orange colors on full force throughout the lobby. There was a table full of candy, various snacks, and other refreshments to the far left and on the other end of the room was a dj filling the room with dance music, to which a few of the employees had taken advantage, showing each other their moves in the middle of the room.

At the far right was a portable bar, and Diana noticed the bartender behind it trying to fill the drinks of the few people standing near him, a wide smile on his painted face as he watched another employee throw a large tip in the already full jar in front of him.

She took in the costumes everyone was wearing, a smile on her face when she saw how enthusiastic everyone had been. Lucius led her through the crowd, cautious not to bump into anyone wearing heavy makeup, fearing he would get his suit dirty. “I believe that is your husband,” Lucius said, pointing towards the end of the room at the handful of people talking. “I can’t believe you got him to dress up,” he commented, watching as Bruce smiled at something one of his employees said before his head tilted back as his eyes closed, his hearty laugh forcing a smile on Diana’s lips.

“He does it every night,” Diana whispered, glancing over at Lucius and offering him a smirk, watching as the older man nodded once before he let out a chuckle. She knew Lucius knew Bruce’s secret, and she was confident that the man would keep it until the day he died. Without a word, Diana walked over to her husband, nodding towards the few employees that looked her way, a smile on her face as she approached Bruce.

“You know Bruce, I was hoping to see your beautiful wife here,” one of Bruce’s advisers said. The older man was dressed as a famous video game character, one she had seen Tim playing multiple times. He adjusted his fake mustache, before his gloved hands fell to the straps of his overalls, the red shirt underneath tight against his growing belly. “I think she was the only reason Max agreed to come with me,” he said, nodding over his shoulder at the other man dressed in a similar costume, the green shirt and hat being the only difference.

Bruce nodded as he took a bite of the chocolate in his hand, his smile fading at the thought of Diana not being around to celebrate with him after she had been the reason he had done all this. “I was hoping she’d be back by now too, Donald,” he said, before he plopped the rest of the candy into his mouth and tossed the wrapper into the trash behind him, “But she’s a busy woman.”

Diana stepped behind Bruce and placed her arm around his waist, feeling him tense under her arm. “I always make time for my husband,” she said over his shoulder, smiling when she saw Donald smile at her appearance. Diana released her hold on Bruce, watching as he turned to face her, before she placed her hands on his chest, firmly grasping the black jacket he wore, and pulled him into a kiss.

She felt Bruce place a hand on her back and push her closer to his body, wrapping an arm around her waist as his fingers toyed with the belt she wore, a smirk on his face when she pulled away from him grinning. “When did you get back?” he asked, leaning in to kiss her cheek, chuckling when the brim of his black hat hit the hat on her head.

She allowed him to keep his arm around her waist as she turned to face Donald, and who she assumed to be Max, who had joined the conversation now that she was here. “About an hour ago,” she said, smiling when he nodded, a smile on his own face.

“Well, Princess,” he began, “This is Donald Schultz, and his husband Max. Donald works in accounting and Max is a part of Gotham’s Police Department.”

Diana nodded, quickly extending her hand towards the two men, who were ecstatic to see their hero standing in front of them. When they had been celebrating an anniversary in Paris a few years ago, they had been at a gala when the event had been hijacked by armed men, wanting to kidnap the princess of Kasnia. It had been Diana who had saved the day, and since then the two had had a fond admiration for her. When Donald had learned that his employer was dating Wonder Woman, he had tried to get Bruce to introduce them, but he had also respected Bruce’s relationship and didn’t want to pry or try to intrude. When the two had gotten married and Diana had began to come around the office, Donald knew it would only be a matter of time before he would be able to meet Diana and express his appreciation for saving the day all those years ago. He knew if she had not been there, Max’s police training would have kicked in, and he probably wouldn’t have come home after trying to be the hero.

“Mrs. Wayne…..Wonder Woman…..it’s so nice to finally meet you. I swear Bruce has been keeping you to himself,” Donald said, smirking as he watched Bruce unable to keep his eyes off his wife as he nodded in agreement. He shook her hand, before her eyes glanced up at his husband.

“You two were in Paris a few years ago, correct? During that attempted kidnapping on Audrey?” Max nodded, turning to look at his husband before he shook Diana’s hand.

“How did you remember that?” Max asked, his arms crossing over his chest. “That was years ago.”

Diana shrugged. “The way you two looked at each other when you danced. It was the kind of love I wanted.” She looked up at Bruce, grinning as he squeezed her waist gently. “And I was lucky enough to find it with Bruce.” She quickly leaned in, giving him a small kiss to emphasize her words, before both men in front of her sighed happily.

“Well I know Bruce has been missing you, so we will let you two talk,” Max said, grabbing his husband’s arm. “I hope we can talk again soon.” Diana nodded and watched as the tall man pulled his husband away from the duo, before she turned to face Bruce, chuckling when he wrapped his other arm around her waist and pulled her into another kiss.

To say he had missed her and her kisses would be an understatement. He wasn’t able to sleep without Diana near his side, and without her touch he had become frustrated, taking his anger out on the criminals of Gotham. Diana had truly spoiled him. “Where’s Tim?” Diana asked, pulling away to scan the room. She heard Bruce mumble something, before she spotted Tim at the end of the room, dressed in a similar costume,speaking to a few of the computer analysts, his eyes wide as he listened to them explain their newest program. He was such a smart kid, and she loved watching him be so enticed by different information. It made her feel like a proud mother.

She felt Bruce’s hands trail lower until they rested on her butt, his hands squeezing the firm muscles under the jeans she wore, causing a gasp to escape his wife’s lips. “Bruce,” she said, snapping her head towards him, their eyes meeting. “We’re out in public.”

Bruce let out a sigh and dipped his head onto her shoulder, breathing in the jasmine and vanilla that permeated the burgundy bandana around her neck. “Follow me,” he whispered, as he took her hand and led her to the elevator, watching as a few people watched as they stepped into the metal box. The doors slid closed and Bruce let out a small sigh, content to have his wife here with him. The ride up was fairly silent, the only sound heard being the ding from the elevator, signalling they had arrived on the third floor. They quickly walked down the hall and into his office, grateful to have a moment of privacy once Bruce had shut the door.

“You’re not allowed to ever leave me for that long again,” Bruce said, nudging Diana back until her back hit the closed door.

Diana chuckled. “It’s been six days, Bruce.”

Bruce growled, pulling his black jacket off and tossing it to the floor, before he captured her lips with his. “Six days too long,” he mumbled. He glanced down at the outfit she wore, giving her a grin when he realized she had gone along for his little surprise. “I’m glad you wore this,” he said, gently tugging on the brown jacket she wore.

“I’m surprised you wore this,” she responded, flicking the black hat on his head. “Please tell me these aren’t the same clothes we wore back then.”

“Of course not, and I actually bought you boots that fit.”

Diana smiled. “And I am grateful,” she said, glancing down at the high waisted jeans and brown boots she wore. On her hip was an empty holster; Bruce still did not want anything to do with guns. The white shirt she wore was tucked into the waistband of her jeans, and the belt around her waist completed her look.

Bruce must have worked for weeks trying to get exact replicas of the outfits they had worn when she, Bruce, and John had gone back in time, but she was still curious as to why he had chosen these particular outfits. “But why these?” Diana asked, shrugging out of her own jacket, letting it join Bruce’s on the floor.

Bruce placed a small kiss on Diana’s nose and smiled. “Do you remember when we started our relationship? What was our last mission before that?”

Diana thought back to when Bruce had caught her playing the lyre. It had been a week after they had returned home from following David Clinton, or at least that was what Bruce had told her. Her memory of the entire mission had never fully returned, but when she had had explainable dreams of her, Bruce, and John in the old west, wearing the clothes she currently found herself in, Bruce had filled her in on some of the details. She nodded, watching as Bruce’s hands moved to her belt. “When we went to the future, and I saw my older self, I was scared,” he explained, his fingers gently working to undo the belt she wore, letting it fall to the floor near their jackets.

“When you disappeared in front of us, I was devastated. I didn’t know if I would see you again, and Bruce, older Bruce, told me if we made it back, I better go after you. I told him I didn’t want to ruin our friendship, and he reminded me if I didn’t do anything, I might lose you all together. That was not a risk I was planning on taking.” He began to unbutton his own shirt, smiling when Diana’s hands stopped him, before she completed the task herself. “This was the outfit you were in when I realized how in love with you I was.” He kissed her once more, his hands falling to her face, the tips of his fingers gently falling into her hair, “How in love with you I am.”

Diana began to unbutton his pants, pulling him closer to her. “Why did you never tell me this?”

Bruce shrugged, unable to answer her question, her hands that were dangerously close to his growing need for her distracting him. Before Diana could say anything further, Bruce scooped her into his arms and walked over to his desk, gently taking a seat in his chair, letting his wife settle into his lap as he let his shirt slide onto the floor. He was going to show his wife just how much he needed her, how much he loved her. He was going to show her how much he missed her.

November 24. 13:59. Wayne Manor

Diana sat on the edge of the bed she and Bruce shared, staring at the bathroom door as the phone next to her continued to count down the remaining minute of her wait. She knew the results of that test would change the dynamic of her and Bruce’s marriage, and she was worried neither of them would know what to do. It was still something they needed to talk about.

The soft knock on the door startled her, forcing her to stand quickly from the bed and make her way over to the door, before she opened it slowly. “I know you didn’t want us to know right now, but-”

Diana fully opened the door, stopping the person from speaking, offering him a smile as she stepped aside, letting him into the room. Tim walked into the bedroom, his eyes falling towards the bed to the phone that began to ring. Diana closed the door and walked over to the bed, grabbing her phone and turning off the alarm, before she turned to face the teen. “I guess this is it,” she said, watching as Tim took a seat on the edge of the bed, before he watched her walk into the bathroom.

He sat and watched the door, his mind racing with the thought of Diana being pregnant, a smile on his face when he thought about having a baby in the house. When Diana and Bruce had married he wondered about the possibility of them having kids, but the more he learned about Diana, the less he thought it would be possible. Diana had been blessed by the gods, but she had also been formed from clay. It was a miracle she was even alive, he didn’t think they would be able to push their luck with kids.

Plus there was the whole situation with Bruce and his issues. He knew his adopted father loved Diana, anyone could see that, but did he want to bring more children into this world? Tim and Diana were close, but even he didn’t know if his parents had talked about the possibility of having kids, especially with both of their jobs.

His thoughts ceased when he glanced up and noticed Diana in the doorway to the bathroom. Her face was blank and he wondered if she had been disappointed by the results of the test. “Diana,” he began, rising from the bed. He quickly walked over to the Amazon, concern flooding his face as he watched her take a deep breath, before she flashed him a small smile.

“You’re going to be a brother,” she whispered, her smile widening as Tim’s eyes grew wide.

“Oh I’m so excited!” Tim exclaimed, wrapping his arms around Diana and hugging her tightly. “When are you going to tell Bruce?” he asked, releasing his grip on Diana.

Diana looked down at the boy she considered a son. “I was actually hoping you and Alfred could help me with something.”

November 24. 18:13. Wayne Manor

Diana sat at the long table in the dining room of Wayne Manor, surrounded by her family and closest friends. She was so grateful to have these people in her and Bruce’s lives, and in due time, she knew their baby would be lucky to be surrounded by such people. To her left, Bruce sat at the head of the table, his right hand on top of Diana’s left, their fingers intertwined. Across from Diana sat Clark and Lois, who had just hit her sixth month of pregnancy; Diana had never seen Clark so anxious.

To Diana’s right sat Tim, the grin on his face unable to hide. They had a plan, and although it was simple, Diana was still nervous about how Bruce would react. The topic of children had only come up once between them, and although she knew she wanted kids, she was still skeptical about Bruce’s position on the matter.

She glanced around the table, smiling when she saw Dick, Jason, Barbara, and the rest of the founders. She watched as Alfred placed the last of the food on the already filled table, before she grabbed his hand, startling the butler. “Ms. Diana, can I get you something?”

Diana shook her head. “This is a holiday for family, and you are a part of this family. Take a seat Alfred,” she said, nodding towards the empty spot besides J’onn. She watched as Alfred turned to Bruce, who only chuckled. He knew his wife hated leaving Alfred out of anything, so it was no surprise that she would include him in their meal. “I won’t take no for an answer,” Diana said, taking notice of Alfred’s internal struggle.

Alfred sighed and nodded, before he walked over to the end of the table, pulling out the chair and taking a seat. “Alright,” Bruce began, gaining the attention of everyone. “Diana and I want to thank everyone for coming. You’re all our family, and we wanted to share today with you.”

There were a few mumbles around the table. Diana noticed Jason raise an eyebrow, amused with Bruce’s change in demeanor since she had joined the family. Besides him Dick grinned, finally happy someone had gotten his adopted father to loosen up. He had feared Bruce would give himself a stroke if he continued to stay away from the Amazon princess.

“Since this is our first time doing this whole traditional meal,” Tim began, ignoring the look Bruce was giving him as he continued, “I think we should go around the table and do the traditional thing of saying what we’re thankful for.” He watched as Bruce’s eyes narrowed, uncomfortable with the idea. Just because he had Diana in his life didn’t mean his walls that kept everyone else out were down. “Bruce, you go first.”

Bruce glanced at Diana, who had begun to chuckle at her husband’s uncomfortableness, before he glared at her. “You two planned this didn’t you?” he asked, watching as she shrugged, before he let out a sigh. “Okay, I’m thankful for family,” he finally said, his hand squeezing Diana’s gently as his face began to soften. “I’m thankful for this woman right here,” he said, glancing at his wife, “I’m thankful she was patient enough to wait for me to gather the courage to take our relationship to the next level. I’m thankful she helped me repair the relationships with my boys,” he said, his eyes glancing up at Dick and Jason, watching as they smiled, before he turned back to face Diana. “And I’m thankful she decided to share this life with me.” He watched as her eyes became teary and she tried to wipe them without anyone seeing, before he raised their joined hands and placed a kiss on the back of hers.

“Well that was heartfelt,” Dick said, staring at his parental figures. “Who’s the unlucky person who gets to follow that?”

Diana let out a laugh and cleared her throat. “I’ll go,” she said, her smile growing when she felt Tim gently squeeze her knee, letting her know he was there for her in case she got over emotional. He had a back up plan, and a back up to their back up plan; he truly was Bruce’s son.

“I’m also thankful for friends and family,” she said, looking down the table, watching as everyone nodded and smiled, before she continued. “And I’m thankful for new family.” She squeezed Bruce’s hand, making sure his eyes were meeting hers, before she gave him another smile. “And I’m thankful for the baby we’re going to have.”

Bruce’s eyes widened. He let go of her hand as he stared at her, his mouth opened in shock. “You’re pregnant?” he whispered, watching as she nodded before he took a deep breath, unsure of how to feel at this moment. “You’re pregnant!” He got out of his seat, offering Diana a hand, and pulled her out of her seat, before he wrapped his arms around her, hugging her tightly. “When did you find out?” he asked, completely ignoring the other people in the room, as his head fell into the crook of her neck.

“This afternoon,” was all she said, before he pulled away and kissed her, his hand trailing down to rest on her flat stomach. “You’re happy about it?”

Bruce nodded, using his free hand to wipe the tears that had fallen from Diana’s face. “Of course,” he responded, “I am over the moon right now.”

“Oh Diana, you turned Bruce into a big ole’ softie,” Jason remarked, a smirk on his face.

Dick smacked Jason in the back of the head, glaring at the man, before he looked back up at Diana and Bruce. “Well I think this calls for a toast,” he said, raising his glass. “To Baby Wayne. If it’s anything like Bruce and Diana, we’re all screwed.”

There were a few chuckles around the table as everyone raised their glass. They all drank to Dick’s toast, before Bruce returned Diana to her seat, kissing her once more before he returned back to his chair.

The rest of the night went smooth, with lots of laughter and memories shared between everyone. Bruce, who had been more happy about the pregnancy than Diana had ever imagined, continued to steal glances at her, each time his smile growing when he thought about the life the two had created. He would be a father, again, although this time it would be different. This time the baby would be raised by he and Diana, and he would make damn sure he did his best raising him or her.

“So what room are we making the nursery?” Tim asked, watching as Diana finished the piece of pie in front of her before she shrugged.

“I think we have time to figure that out,” Bruce responded, watching as Diana nodded, chewing the dessert. “But you,” he said, turning towards his wife, “You are not allowed to paint the nursery. We both remember the last time you tried to paint a wall.”

Diana let out a laugh, the memory of the training room flooding back, before she stood from her seat. She quickly grabbed her empty plate from the table, along with Bruce’s and Tim’s and followed Alfred out of the room and into the kitchen, wanting to help with the clean up since she didn’t do much this afternoon.

Bruce watched his wife walk out of the room before he let out a sigh, content with how his life had turned out. Behind him, his three boys stood, placing bets on whether the baby would be a boy or a girl, while Tim taunted Dick and Jason with the treats he had gotten earlier.

In the seat next to him sat Clark, his hand on Lois’ belly, a smile on his face as he felt his son continue to move. Bruce let his lips curl into a smile, imagining how active their son or daughter might be. He couldn’t wait to go through this journey with her, and he knew she would make an amazing mother; she had already proven that with the boys.

Bruce watched as Diana came back into the room, containers full of food in her arms. She quickly handed them out to everyone, knowing there was no way the four of them would be able to eat all the leftovers they had, before she walked up behind him and leaned her head on top of his. “Alfred kicked me out of the kitchen,” she mumbled.

He scooted back, allowing her to take a seat in his lap, placing a kiss on her temple, before she buried her head into his chest, exhausted from the day. He let out another sigh as his arms wrapped around her, knowing these moments were the ones he would treasure the most.

This is sooo precious, it was worth any wait! Wow, @saultnpeppah really is an all star when it comes to WonderBat fics right? Leave a reply if you felt the love! ~ Maiden