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The Dark Trinity by Royy Ledger

The Dark Trinity by Royy Ledger



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.


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.


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.”


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.

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


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…’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

by Doug Brattonvia: Pintrest

by Doug Bratton

via: Pintrest

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Diana and Bruce in The Brave and The Bold #158 (1980)

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With Love


Submission for Day 3..more like 3.5. So sorry it’s late and sorry it’s so long. 


The morning light peaked into the room, the small sliver of sunlight shining onto the face of the room’s only occupant, forcing a groan from the woman’s lips. She had been perfectly content with the idea of sleeping in, having spent a good chunk of the night on a mission with some of the other members of the League. She had come home , exhausted and sore, and had crawled into bed, intent on waiting for Bruce to return from patrol. However, when she had woken up a few hours later when Bruce had crawled out of the bed to head into work, she knew she had missed her opportunity to see him.

She rolled over, turning to face Bruce’s empty side of the bed, her hand coming to rest where he usually laid. Ever since moving into the manor, laying next to Bruce every night had been Diana’s favorite thing. She loved watching him sleep, watching how his face relaxed and was relatively more calm as he slept next to her.

She also loved the late night conversations the two of them had. She would occasionally find herself waiting for Bruce to come home from patrol, wanting to know how his day had gone, and surprisingly, Bruce was willing to tell her nearly every detail of his day, and night; there were some things Bruce still felt the need to protect Diana from.

There was a small knock on the door, forcing Diana to open an eye, immediately groaning at the intrusion of the light, before she shut her eyes tightly and pulled the covers over her face. She was still so exhausted and was starting to form a splitting migraine. Surely Alfred would understand she needed a few extra moments of rest.

There was another knock on the door and Diana let out a sigh, knowing it was time to get up for the day. She glanced over at the clock on Bruce’s nightstand: 6:12. Maybe she would be able to see if Bruce was available for brunch later.

She quickly tossed the covers off her body and swung her legs off the bed, before she stood, reaching up to stretch her sore muscles. She quickly grabbed the robe that was hanging off the back of the chair near the bed, throwing it over her shoulders and tying it around her waist, before she made her way to the door.

Diana quickly opened the door, fully expecting to see Alfred standing behind it, however her lips curled into a small smile when she saw who was standing in his place. “Hi, Diana, I’m sorry to wake you up…..but you had a package waiting for you.”

Tim placed the wrapped box into Diana’s hands, smiling when the Amazon gave him a warm smile. “Thank you Tim,” she said, her eyes glancing down at the box in her hands. What had come for her, and why was Tim the one delivering it? “Where is Alfred?” she asked, glancing down the hall over Tim’s shoulder.

Tim shrugged his shoulders. “I think he had some errands to run, but he should be back soon.” With that, Tim walked down the hall and bounded down the stairs, wanting to get a quick breakfast in before he had to run off to school.

Diana watched Tim walk away, shaking her head when he hopped down the stairs. Since coming to live in the manor, Diana and Tim had formed a special bond, and she had come to regard the teen like a son. She loved him, and even if he hadn’t told her on multiple occasions, she knew he had felt the same about her.

She quickly retreated back into the room, gently closing the door with her foot, before she walked to the bed and placed the package on top of the mattress. Careful not to rip the bow on the top, she carefully pried open the lid, peaking inside, her smile growing when she saw the dress laying inside.

Diana pulled the dress from out of the box, holding it up to her body, marveling in the light fabric and how it felt against her skin. It was a red summer dress, stopping just above her knees, with two thin straps that were to rest on her shoulders. Diana’s smile widened when she realized Bruce must’ve picked this out a few days ago when she had come home from Metropolis, as she had told him she had spotted the cutest boutique the last time she had gone to visit Clark and Lois.

She carefully placed the dress onto the bed, careful not to wrinkle the item, before she reached back into the box and pulled out the envelope that was laying at the bottom. She quickly opened it and read the words written in Bruce’s handwriting, something she had come to familiarize herself with pretty early in their friendship.

I hope you enjoy this dress, Princess. I know you will look beautiful in it, as you do in anything.

With Love,


P.S. You look beautiful out of clothes too 😉

Diana let out a chuckle, before she shook her head. She quickly placed Bruce’s note back into the box, before she walked into their bathroom, preparing to shower and get ready for the day.

Diana trotted down the stairs, her long hair gently bouncing as she moved. The fabric of the dress Bruce had bought swayed with each step, and she couldn’t help but smile when she realized it had been a perfect fit. Bruce truly did know her body more than she thought.

She jumped off the last step and walked towards the kitchen, the smell of a delicious meal wafting throughout the manor. Alfred must have returned to the manor while she had been getting ready. She quickly walked into the kitchen, the sight of Alfred pulling something out of the oven while Tim curiously glanced over his shoulder sent a smile to her face.

“Good morning,” Diana said, walking into the room. She took a seat next to Tim on the breakfast bar, gently patting his back as he flashed her a smile. “Don’t you have a big presentation this morning?”

Tim settled back in his stool, watching with wide eyes as Alfred popped the freshly baked muffins onto a cooling tray, his mouth watering. “Mmhmm,” he said, taking a sip of the orange juice from the glass in front of him. “I’m going to crush it,” he said, finally turning his attention to Diana, offering her another smile.

Diana smiled, giving him a small nod, as she graciously accepted the cup of tea Alfred handed her. “Thank you Alfred,” she said, before turning back to Tim. She took a small sip of the hot liquid, watching as the butler gave her a large grin.

“You’re welcome Ms. Diana,” he said, turning just in time to see Tim sneak a muffin from the counter. He shook his head, watching as the teen took a bite of the baked good, his mouth opening when the still hot food hit his taste buds. “I do believe Master Bruce did a good job,” he said, nodding at the dress she wore.

Diana looked down at the dress she wore, a smile on her face as she nodded in agreement. “And where is Master Bruce?” she asked, grabbing a napkin and using it to pluck a muffin off the rack in front of her, having learned from Tim’s mistake. She quickly pulled off a piece of the muffin and put it in her mouth, her smile growing when the muffin hit her taste buds. Not only was Alfred a remarkable cook, but his baked goods were to die for.

Alfred poured himself a cup of tea and stood across from Tim and Diana. He caught Tim’s eyes with his own and raised an eyebrow, to which Tim responded with a slight nod of his head. “Master Bruce had something to attend to,” Alfred responded, before he pulled an envelope out of his pocket and handed it to Diana. “But he did want me to give this to you.”

Diana grabbed the envelope, carefully looking over at Alfred, her eyebrow raised in confusion. “What’s going on?” she asked, watching as Alfred shrugged, before he took a sip of his tea, trying to occupy his mouth . He knew he couldn’t lie to Diana, but he also knew he couldn’t spoil the surprise Bruce had been working on for the past month. Diana, knowing she wasn’t going to get anymore information from Alfred, turned to Tim, who had tensed when he felt her gaze on him. “Do you know anything about this?” she asked, raising the sealed envelope in her hands.

She watched as he cautiously shook his head, his eyes avoiding hers. She noticed Alfred shake his head, telling Tim to remain quiet, before she crossed her arms over her chest. “Timothy,” Diana warned, causing the young teen to panic. Diana never called him by his full name unless he was in trouble, and although he wanted to tell Diana what Bruce had planned, he wanted her to be surprised.

Tim quickly shoved the rest of his muffin into his mouth and hopped off the stool. “Presentation. Can’t be late,” he said in between bites, before he grabbed his backpack from the floor, slung it over his shoulder, and rushed out of the room.

Diana listened as the front door slammed shut, before she shook her head and chuckled to herself. She broke off another piece of the muffin in front of her and placed it into her mouth, turning to glance up at Alfred. “What is he hiding?” she asked, her eyebrows raising, amused by Tim’s behavior.

Alfred merely shrugged once more, finished his tea, and placed the empty cup into the sink. “I do believe I should take Master Tim to school.” He walked around the breakfast bar and gave Diana another smile, before he nodded towards the small envelope in his hands. “I believe you’ll find an answer to one of your questions inside.” With that he walked out of the room and out of the manor.

Diana took another bite of her muffin and let out a small sigh, before she ripped open the envelope in her hand, pulling out the note and placing the damaged envelope onto the breakfast bar. She quickly unfolded the paper in her hands, a smile unconsciously gracing her lips when she saw Bruce’s handwriting once more.


Meet me where we had our first kiss.

And you better be ready to kiss me again.



Diana’s smile grew when she read his note, happy to see he had made time to see her today since they hadn’t had any time together for the past few days. He had been busy with both Wayne Enterprises and his nightly patrols in Gotham, and she had been working tirelessly with some of the other League members, they had barely seen each other, let alone had a decent conversation, during the last week. She was more than ready to get some quality time with him.

She quickly hopped off her stool and walked out of the room. She made her way to the room where the grand piano was, pushing open the door, before she leaned against the door frame. She remembered when she had first saw Bruce play, how he had amazed her with how skilled he was, and in all the years of knowing him, she wondered how he had been able to hide that part of him for so long. She remembered confessing her feelings to him and his response had been to grab her face and kiss her sweetly, before she laid her head on his shoulder and continued to listen to him play. In the year since that day she had heard Bruce play a handful of times, only feeling inspired when she sat by his side. She didn’t mind though. She loved being his muse, and she loved watching him play. A love for music was something they both shared, and she couldn’t have imagined a different way for them to have shared a beautiful moment, and a beautiful kiss. But as she leaned against the door, a smile on her face, she suddenly realized something: it had not been their first.

Their first kiss, which had been made during a desperate attempt to hide her and Bruce’s identities from the Thanagarian soldiers, had been in an Indian restaurant. She remembered it vividly, and although she had tried to talk to Bruce about it for months after, he had refused to discuss it until they had started dating, when he had told her he had wanted to kiss her again, but he knew they had more pressing matters to attend to in that moment; he had more than made up for it since.

She quickly pushed off the frame of the doorway and turned on her heel, trotting down the hallway until she reached the front door to the manor. Quickly slipping on a pair of heels, Diana opened the door, making sure to grab her purse that had been hanging near the door, and walked outside.

Alfred was still driving Tim to school and she knew he wouldn’t be back for another twenty minutes, but she could not wait that long to see Bruce. Instead, she jumped into the air and flew off towards the familiar location, knowing she would be able to see Bruce soon.

She quickly landed in front of the restaurant, startling a few pedestrians, before their eyes grew wide in awe. “Wonder Woman,” she heard some of them whisper as she made her way to the front door, flashing them a dazzling smile before she opened the door.

Her senses were immediately assaulted by an assortment of smells and sounds, and her stomach began to grumble, letting her know she should have finished her muffin before she left the manor. She quickly stepped inside, letting the door shut behind her, before she watched the owner walk up to her. “Wonder Woman,” he said with a smile, the slight accent in his voice bringing her back to that night over two years ago. “So nice to see you. Come, come. Mr. Wayne is waiting for you.”

He motioned for her to follow him into the next room, before he moved aside, allowing Diana to see Bruce sitting at a private table, his phone in his hand as he stared intently at the screen. “Thank you,” Diana said to the owner, watching as he nodded before he walked into the kitchen, leaving the Amazon to stare at Bruce.

She watched as he typed something on his phone, his eyes narrowing at whatever he was working on, before he pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. He carefully laid the phone on the table and let out a sigh, before he glanced up and saw Diana standing in front of him. His face immediately lighted up, his lips curving up into a smile when he saw his girlfriend standing a few feet in front of him. Without a word he rose from his seat and opened his arms, his smile growing when she walked up to him and into his arms. “Morning Princess,” he whispered, his arms wrapping around her, keeping her firmly pressed against his body.

“Morning,” she mumbled against his chest, taking a deep breath, breathing in a mix of his cologne, aftershave, and body wash. It was intoxicating, and until recently, she hadn’t realized how much she had missed smelling him besides her at night.

Bruce dropped his head, letting his nose fall into her hair, taking in a deep breath. Likewise, he had missed smelling the vanilla of her conditioner in bed, and having her there in his arms made him realize how he didn’t want to go that long without seeing her again. “Sorry I didn’t wake you this morning,” he said, placing a kiss on the crown of her head, “I knew you were exhausted and wanted you to rest.”

He pulled away from Diana, stared into her eyes, and watched her give him a nod. “I appreciate it,” she said with a smirk, “But I would have appreciated a kiss more.”

Bruce let out a chuckle, before he leaned in and kissed her lips. “How’s that?” he asked, pulling back from her face, watching as she scrunched her nose and shook her head, before he leaned down and captured his lips once more, this time moving his hand up to gently cradle her face, using the pad of his thumb to gently stroke her cheek.

He slowly pulled away from Diana, watching as she opened her eyes slowly, the smile on her face too big to hide. “Much better,” she whispered, before she pulled away from Bruce and took a seat at the table. “Who was on the phone?” she asked, crossing her legs as she leaned back into the chair.

Bruce took a seat and gently shook his head. “Just work, Princess,” he answered, his hand finding hers on the table. “Nothing to worry about.” He gently intertwined their fingers, taking a moment to glance over her body, before he gave her a grin. “You look beautiful by the way.”

Diana looked down at the dress she wore and gave him a smile. “I think my boyfriend has some excellent tastes,” she replied, watching as his grin grew.

“Your boyfriend is a lucky man,” he said, before he reached into his jacket pocket. “And he would like to ask you a question.” He quickly pulled another envelope out from his jacket and placed it on the table near their adjoining hands. “I have to go away for a bit,” he began, watching as her eyes narrowed.

She let out a sigh and bit the inside of her cheek, trying not to show her disappointment. “How long?” she asked. She knew Bruce was a busy man, and running a multi-billion dollar company required him to take frequent, and sometimes long, business trips, but she was hoping she would be able to spend some time with him before either of them had to leave again.

“A few days,” he responded, before he pulled his hand off hers and reached for the envelope on the table. “But,” he began, opening the envelope. “I wanted to know if you’d like to join me.” He pulled a photo from the envelope and placed it on the table, watching as her eyes widened. “It’s not Themyscira, and I will still have to have at least one business meeting, but I think a few days in Greece, away from Gotham and the League would do us both some good.”

Diana looked up, her eyes meeting his, unsure of what to say. “Bruce,” she began, taking the photo from off the table and bringing it closer to her eyes. She remembered the spot fairly well, having spent a few days there last year when the League had helped end a ring of arms dealers. She had loved the small island, feeling like she was back home, and had told Bruce she would have loved to visit once more, but under better circumstances. “I would love to go,” she said, “But Gotham, the League-”

Bruce shook his head once more. “Already taken care of,” he replied, “Clark says to enjoy yourself. As I’m sure I will enjoy you,” he added with a wink.

Diana chuckled and gave him a nod. “Sounds promising,” she responded with a wink of her own. She watched as Bruce nodded, his smirk growing as she moved her foot up his leg, startling him. “When do we leave?”

Bruce leaned back in his seat. “After lunch,” he said, watching as the owner walked over to their table, his hands full of food. “Alfred has everything already packed and ready to go.”

Diana laid her head on Bruce’s chest, letting it rise and fall with his heavy breaths. They had arrived in Greece the morning before, and although Diana had wanted to go out and experience the sand between her toes, the sunlight on her face, Bruce wouldn’t let her leave the bed of their suite. They had spent the last twenty-four hours familiarizing themselves with each others’ bodies, glad to finally spend time together, with no distractions. “This was well needed,” Bruce said as he placed a hand under his head, supporting his neck, as he glanced down at the woman on his chest.

Diana turned to face him and smirked. “The sex? Or the vacation?”

“Both.” He placed his hand gently on her back and began to run gentle circles on her skin with his finger. “But as much as I’d like to stay in this bed with you, I have a meeting to get to in an hour. And this prospective client is not the most patient.”

“That’s fine,” Diana said, lifting off his body. She crawled off the bed and walked into the bathroom, calling over her shoulder, “Maybe I can meet you for dinner.”

Bruce nodded, even though she was no longer able to see him. He quickly reached down and grabbed his phone off the floor, before he opened the last message that had popped up on the screen.

I will be there, but not for you. I’ll do it for her.

Bruce walked up to Diana, a smile on his face as he pulled her into his arms. “Glad you found it,” Bruce said, kissing her cheek. His meeting had gone a lot later than he had planned, but he knew he would be done in time for dinner. So, Diana had offered to meet him at a nearby restaurant, wanting to finally experience the beauty of Greece from someplace other than their hotel suite.

“It wasn’t that hard,” Diana said, looping her arm in Bruce’s, letting the sleeve of his shirt gently brush up against her bare shoulder. He led her into the restaurant, waving at the bartender as they made their way to the table near the back. “How did your meeting go?”

Bruce smirked, the memory of the past few hours fresh in his mind. “Surprisingly well,” he responded. “You look beautiful by the way.” He glanced down at the dress she wore, a smile on his face as he took in how the light blue fabric stopped just above her knees, swaying gently with the casual breeze. He would definitely have to pay Alfred and Tim for rummaging through Diana’s closet and choosing the perfect attire for their trip….then again, she’d look beautiful in anything.

“Thank you,” Diana said with a smile, leaning in to kiss his cheek. “So what kind of business was this?” she asked, watching as he smirked.

“Oh, no more business talk,” he said, patting the back of her hand, “Right now, I have a surprise for you.”

He continued to lead her to the back, watching as she stopped in her track when she saw who Bruce had been having a meeting with. It had been the last person she had expected to be here, let alone meeting Bruce, but when she saw the blonde stand and take a step towards her, she couldn’t help herself.

She quickly rushed into the woman’s arms, her face resting in the crook of the blonde’s neck, as the tears in her eyes threatening to spill over. “Don’t cry my little sun and stars,” Hippolyta said, gently patting her daughter’s back.

Diana hugged her mother tightly, never wanting to let her go. It had been nearly a year since she had last seen her mother, when she had gone to explain her and Bruce’s relationship, knowing her mother needed to hear it from her rather than hear the news elsewhere. Hippolyta hadn’t been too happy, in fact, she was downright angry that her daughter had decided to have a relationship with a man, when she was supposed to be working as a hero. She was supposed to be an ambassador of Themyscira, there to help mankind, not run around with men, starting romances and flings with people who did not deserve her time.

Diana had left the island that day heartbroken, wanting nothing more than for her mother to accept Bruce and their relationship, but she knew it would take time. She had been meaning to go back and demand she meet Bruce, allow him the opportunity to show her mother how much they loved each other, and show her what they had was real, but the League and Gotham had kept them both busy.

“How are you here? You left the island?” Diana asked, her eyes wide with realization. She pulled away from her mother and looked into her blue eyes.

Hippolyta’s eyes glanced over at Bruce, before she let out a small sigh. “Hermes came to me, saying I was needed off the island. When I arrived with him, he informed me Bruce had prayed to the gods, wanting to get in contact with him, begging to get a message to me.” She watched as Diana looked over at Bruce, her eyes widening when she heard Bruce had prayed to her gods. Since the moment she had met him, Bruce had been against the idea of her gods existing. He hated magic, and he never wanted anything to do with it. Why the sudden change? “Hermes showed me how to get in contact with Bruce,” she said, flashing the small phone in her hand, her eyebrows furrowed from the frustration with the device.

She watched as her daughter continued to stare at Bruce, her smile widening as she looked at the blushing man. “What are you doing here?” Diana asked, “Why did you contact my mother?” Her last question was directed towards Bruce, and she watched as he shrugged, before he placed his hand gently on her shoulder.

“I wanted to surprise you. I knew you needed to speak to your mother, and I wanted to give you that opportunity,” Bruce explained. He watched as Diana continued to stare at him, the tears spilling out of her eyes, and he smiled, before she jumped into his arms and pulled him into a hug

“Thank you,” she whispered, before she pressed her lips against his. “I love you, Bruce.”

Bruce placed his hand on the back of her head, holding her close, as he kissed her once more. “I love you too, Princess,” he replied. He watched as she smiled and placed her head on his chest, before he glanced over her shoulder at Hippolyta.

She glared at him, her eyes narrowing at the sight of his arms around her daughter. He was a mere mortal man, how dare he think he could touch the Princess of the Amazons. “Diana, I would like to speak with you,” Hippolyta began, watching as her daughter pulled away from Bruce, her hands remaining on his chest. “Alone,” she said, continuing to stare at the duo.

Hippolyta watched as Diana turned away from Bruce to stare at her mother, her eyes narrowing when she realized what she was doing. She was trying to push Bruce away, but she didn’t know just how connected the two of them were. “Mother,” Diana began, stopping when she felt Bruce’s hand fall on her shoulder.

“It’s okay,” he whispered, his eyes meeting Hippolyta’s. “You two enjoy the day together. I’ll be waiting at the hotel.” He gently placed a kiss on the back of her head, before he walked away from the two and out of the restaurant.

Diana watched Bruce leave, a small sigh escaping her lips, before she turned to face her mother. “I’ve missed you,” she said, watching as Hippolyta cracked a smile.

“I’ve missed you too.”

Diana walked side by side with her mother, smiling as Hippolyta continued to tell her latest news from Themyscira. She hadn’t realized how much she had missed home, but seeing her mother, and listening to her talk about her Amazon sisters made her realize how homesick she had truly been. Maybe she should plan on visiting sometime soon.

“So I take it things between you and Bruce are progressing well?”

Diana glanced up at her mother, making sure not to run into a tourist who had stopped to take a photo in front of them. She watched as Hippolyta placed the last of the chocolate in her mouth, a small smile on her face as she savored the last piece of the sweet Diana had introduced her to after dinner. “Bruce and I are great,” Diana said with another smile, watching as her mother nodded and let out a sigh. “But that is not why you wanted me alone, is it?”

She watched as Hippolyta crossed her hands behind her back, one hand holding the other’s wrist, before she gently bit her bottom lip, contemplating how to move forward with the conversation. After Hermes had informed her that Bruce had requested an audience with her, Hippolyta knew it could only mean one thing: he wanted to marry Diana. She had hoped she was wrong, having wanted Diana not to worry herself with any relationship, whether it be with a man or woman, but when she had seen Bruce in that restaurant, his eyebrows furrowed as he stared at the ring in his hand, she knew she had no such luck.

Hippolyta had asked Hermes to give her any background on Bruce, as during their last meeting Diana had been vague with details of who her beloved was, and he had shown her what he could find on such short notice; she was not impressed. Bruce Wayne, according to the papers, was a selfish womanizer who had too much money to know what to do with. He didn’t take things seriously and would always be a party boy. The Prince of Gotham was what the news reports had called him, making Hippolyta scoff and toss the article into the trash, angry with the title; a true member or royalty would never act as he had.

When she had actually spoken with him, and he had told her his intentions of marrying Diana, Hippolyta had shook her head in protest, adamant about keeping her daughter away from such a man. Bruce was respectful, she’d give him that, but he wasn’t afraid of her. He had contacted her because he loved and respected Diana, and knew she would want her mother to be a part of this important milestone of her life. She hadn’t known just how much he had pushed his pride aside and prayed to gods he wasn’t entirely sure he believed in, but he did it for Diana.

“I don’t like Bruce,” Hippolyta replied, taking another step down the street alongside her daughter. She watched as Diana followed her actions, crossing her arms behind her back, and gave her head a small shake.

“You don’t know Bruce, Mother.” Diana glanced at her mother, taking in her regal posture as she took another step down the street, unphased by her daughter’s rebellious words. “Bruce is much more than he appears to be.”

“Ah yes,” Hippolyta began, “The Batman.” She watched as Diana quickly turned her head to face her, her eyebrows furrowing as she pressed her lips into a firm line. “And what does that do for the two of you?”

Diana paused for a moment, before she let out another sigh. “I fell in love with The Batman, and I fell in love with Bruce,” she said, her voice low, trying not to attract the attention of the few people around them. They may have been in another country, but she still would protect Bruce’s secret. “The longer I knew him, the more I came to realize they were the same person, and I love both parts of him. He is a warrior, Mother, and he fights for those who cannot fight for themselves.” She looked her mother in the eye before she added, “And he treats me more than just another woman. He loves me for who I am, the woman and the warrior, just as I love the man and the mask.”

“So you would say yes? You would allow Bruce to be a distraction from your responsibilities?”

Diana raised an eyebrow. “Yes?” she asked, “Yes to what?” She stopped walking and turned to face her mother, letting her arms drop to her sides. “And Bruce would never be a distraction, Mother. Bruce helps me with my mission as Wonder Woman, and I like to think I help him with his in Gotham.” Diana watched her mother take in her answer, before she raised an eyebrow. “And what would I have said yes to?”

Hippolyta narrowed her eyes. “Bruce wants to ask you to marry him.” She watched as Diana nodded, not fully understanding her words. “He showed me the ring,” she said, watching as Diana’s eyes widened, finally fully comprehending what she was saying, “And as your Queen-”

“As my Queen, you banished me,” Diana said, tears starting to form in her eyes. “I understood why you did what you did, and I am grateful you allowed me back, but-”

Hippolyta placed her hand on Diana’s shoulder, stopping the Amazon from speaking, before she wiped the few tears that had fallen from her face. She knew Diana had been hurt, betrayed, by her banishment, but in that moment Hippolyta thought she had done what any good Queen would have. If it had been another Amazon, if it had not been Diana, she would have done it without a second thought, but that day haunted her every waking moment. She had sent her only child away, disregarding Diana’s feelings just to uphold the law; she was grateful she had been able to right her mistake, even if it was years later.

“I understand, my child,” Hippolyta began, her voice growing softer as the emotions she was beginning to feel began to rise to the surface. “I don’t know Bruce, and maybe with time I will come to accept him, but I do know one thing: As your mother, I want only your happiness, and if that is with Bruce, then so be it.”

Diana gave her mother a small smile, sniffling as she realized this was her mother’s way of giving her her blessing. She may not have liked Bruce, but she was willing to set her feelings aside for her daughter. “Thank you,” Diana whispered, rushing into her mother’s arms, her smile growing when she felt the Queen’s arms wrap around her. “You’ll come to love him too, I promise.”

Hippolyta chuckled and patted Diana’s back gently. “For both of our sakes, I hope you are right.” She watched as Diana pulled away from her, the tears now absent from her eyes, before she grabbed her mother’s hand gently. “Go on,” she urged, “It’s late, and I should be getting back to the island. Gods know Antiope will only keep the throne warm for a moment, before she is tempted to go back out and train your sisters.”

Diana chuckled and nodded, knowing the Amazon general and her habits all too well. “Safe travels, Mother,” Diana said, pulling her mother into another hug, closing her eyes as she smelled the scent of her childhood radiating from Hippolyta’s blonde tresses. “May we meet again soon.”

Hippolyta nodded, pulled away, and kissed Diana’s forehead. “Of course, my little sun and stars,” she whispered, before squeezing her daughter’s arms, knowing she could not wait until the next time she saw her child.

Diana entered the hotel suite quietly, careful not to wake Bruce should he be asleep. Inside it was dark and Diana let out a small sigh as she gently closed the door. She knew Bruce had wanted to spend time with her on this vacation, but she had been so excited to see her mother, she had spent more time out with her than she should have, ignoring Bruce; seeing all the lights off in the suite made her feel bad that she hadn’t let him take her out to dinner like he wanted to.

She walked further into the suite, dropping her purse near the door, before she made her way through the dark room, her mother’s words still ringing in her ears. He showed me the ring. Bruce wanted to propose to her, and apparently he wanted to do it soon. He had a ring already, and he had brought it to Greece with them; was he planning to do it during the trip? Or did her mother’s reaction to him make him second think his decision; did he even want to marry her anymore.

She quickly shook her head free of those thoughts. She loved Bruce and didn’t need a ring to be happy with him. But that didn’t mean she wasn’t curious. She quickly glanced over her shoulder at the closed bedroom door, making sure the light inside was off, before she made her way to the entertainment center.

Diana had lived with Bruce long enough to know where he hid things, and she knew he would never stay in a place without checking for more hideouts. She quickly rummaged through the drawers, careful not to make any noise that would wake Bruce. When she found nothing, she let out a defeated sigh and stood, before she made her way to the bedroom. She knew there were other potential places where Bruce could have hid the ring, but the more she thought about it, the more she realized she wanted it to be a secret, even if her mother had ruined a big part of the surprise.

She quietly opened the door and peeked her head inside, her lips curling into a smile when she saw a lump on the bed she knew to be Bruce. She silently slipped inside, letting the door shut behind her, enveloping her in the darkness. Careful not to bump into anything, she shuffled across the floor, letting out a small groan when her foot collided with the bedpost.

Her eyes widened as she covered her mouth with her hand, not wanting to wake Bruce, before she exhaled harshly. “I was wondering if your mother had taken you back with her.”

Diana jumped, startled to hear his voice. The light near the bed flickered on and Diana saw Bruce turn to face her, a smirk on his face when he saw her eyes begin to wonder over his nearly naked body. “Bruce,” she began, trailing her eyes down his body until they landed on the waistband of his boxers; the only item of clothing he wore. “I didn’t know you were still awake.”

Bruce sat up and shrugged, watching as she took a seat on the edge of the bed, before he rested a hand gently on her thigh. His fingers gently grazed the skin that had exposed itself when she had taken a seat, the dress she wore hiking up on her long legs as she leaned into one of the pillows situated on their shared bed. “I couldn’t sleep without you,” he confessed. “Besides, I wanted to ask you,” he began, his eyebrow raising when he felt her muscles tense under his touch.

Was this it? Was he going to actually propose right now?

Diana watched as he scooted over in the bed, resting next to her, before he chuckled. “How was your time with your mother?”

It was Diana’s turn to raise an eyebrow in confusion, as she stared at Bruce, unsure of what to say. Did he know she knew? Was that his plan all along: have Hippolyta tell Diana so she would be anticipating it every second? No, that wasn’t it. Bruce loved to have the upper hand. He would not have been able to sit next to her so calmly if he knew she knew.

“It was great,” she said, reaching up to pull her hair out of the ponytail she wore. She let her hair cascade down her back and over her shoulders, turning to give Bruce a sultry smile, letting him breathe in the scent of her shampoo. She heard him release a small groan, before he leaned in and placed a kiss on her bare shoulder, letting his hand wander up to the thin strap of her dress. “I really appreciate what you did Bruce.” She looked him in the eye, her face softening when she remembered what her mother had said. “Did you really pray to the gods?”

He nodded, his eyes never leaving hers, as he answered. “I did.” He paused for a moment, contemplating his next few words, letting his fingers gently stroke her face. He didn’t smile, his lips remaining in a tight line, as he leaned in to kiss her lips softly. “I didn’t think it would work, but you needed to see your mother, and I wanted to give that to you.”

Diana let Bruce kiss her lips once more, gently resting her hand on his arm as he leaned his forehead against hers. “But you hate magic,” she said, letting him run a hand through her wavy hair.

“I do,” he whispered, “But I love you more.”

Diana smiled wide, letting Bruce run his fingers through her hair once more before she let him kiss her lips again, this time lingering a bit longer. She felt Bruce’s hand fall to the back of her neck, pulling her close, before she let out a small sigh. “Why the trip to Greece all of a sudden?” she asked, watching as he sighed before he placed his head on her shoulder, defeated.

“Your mother told you, didn’t she?” He watched as she nodded, her smile fading as she watched his face. “And what do you think of the idea?”

“Of marriage?” Bruce nodded. “Bruce, I don’t want you to feel like you have to marry me to make me happy. I love you and I am happy with you and our relationship and I don’t want you to second guess anything.” Bruce quickly jumped off the bed, switching on the light, before he searched the floor for his discarded pants. “Bruce,” Diana said, standing from the bed as she saw him grab his pants. Was he leaving? Had she scared him off?

She watched as he walked to where she stood, the pants in his hand, before he rummaged in his pocket and pulled out a small box. He looked up at Diana, watching as she took a seat on the edge of the bed, the realization suddenly hitting her. “You were going to propose tonight,” she whispered, watching as he nodded, gently turning the box in his hand as he dropped the pants back onto the floor. “Why didn’t you say anything?”

Bruce shrugged. “I could have planned another proposal, but you weren’t guaranteed another visit.”

Diana stared at the man as her heart beat a little faster with his confession. He had thrown away all his plans to propose, something he had probably worked on for weeks, all so she could have a few hours alone with her mother. Gods, this man was truly amazing, and she loved him dearly for everything he did for her.

Her eyes trailed down to the box still settled in his hands, the corners of her lips turning up into a smile. “Yes,” she said, watching as Bruce raised an eyebrow.

“Yes?” He watched as Diana’s eyes glanced towards the box in his hands, before he chuckled. “I haven’t asked you anything yet.”

“Well then ask me,” she said growing impatient and anxious.

Bruce shook his head as he continued to laugh. “So impatient,” he said, before he lowered himself down onto one knee. “Diana,” he began, grabbing one of her hands, “I love you, and I wish I could have given you a big and grand proposal, but I can’t wait to ask you this. So, Princess, will you marry me?” He opened the box, revealing a beautiful ring. The princess cut diamond sparkled in the light, and Diana didn’t realize she ever find a piece of jewelry so magnificent.

She looked into Bruce’s eyes, her smile widening. She took in Bruce’s attire and chuckled to herself, suddenly not caring that he was proposing to her in his boxers, in their hotel room. He could have proposed to her in a broom closet and she would have thought it was perfect. “Yes,” she exclaimed, jumping into his arms. She placed her lips onto Bruce’s, smiling against his lips when she felt his arms wrap around her waist.

“I think this is for you,” Bruce said, pulling back from Diana just enough to slip the ring on her finger. He placed a kiss on the back of her hand, smiling when he realized the most beautiful woman in the world had just agreed to be his wife.

“It’s beautiful Bruce,” Diana whispered, lifting her hand to get a better look at the ring. She placed a kiss on his cheek, before she moved to kiss his lips, smirking when he pulled her into his lap. “You brought my mother here to ask permission?” she asked as she felt Bruce’s hands roam over her body.

Bruce scoffed, before he placed a kiss behind her ear, watching as she shivered before he kissed her neck. Batman didn’t ask anyone for permission to do anything, but this was Diana. He was going to do anything he could for Diana. “Not permission. Just her blessing.”

Diana nodded before she ran her hand through his hair, listening to Bruce release a small growl as his hands gripped her thighs tightly. She felt his lips continue to kiss her neck and she knew there was no other place she would be than here with her fiance. She couldn’t wait to marry this man.

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