#subtle WonderBat

[silverwolf122]

It was an ordinary day in the Watchtower. At least by the standards of the Justice League. Which meant that there was some kind of threat to the Earth. Batman was busy trying to establish contact with the Justice League Dark, which disappeared without a trace. The usual stopped when Wonder Woman in full heavy armor called to the meeting.

"Diana, what happened?" Bruce asked. The "trinity", as they were called, were close and had long ago learned from each other the smallest nuances of body language. It might not have been noticeable to others, but Bruce noticed a slight tremor in her hands.

"I thank you all for being my friends and comrades. But as of today, I am resigning from my post in the Justice League." Batman had contingency plans. Everyone knew that. He was just a man who stood among the Gods because he was prepared for any threat they might face. What made it even more unusual was how unprepared he was for these words. "Diana, talk to us. We can help."

"I hope you will" her tone is steal hard. This is not a Diana, thier friend is talking. It's Wonder Woman. Batman scolds himself how unprepared he is to hearing her like that directed to him he really is. "May this sword serve you instead of me." She takes her sword and stabs it into the wall. "Because when I see it again, it will be with the enemy. Find the Prince, Justice League, or you'll find out what it's like to wage war against the Amazons."

"You don't have to do this." "You're wrong, Batman. When I became Wonder Woman, I took an oath that I would always stand for truth and justice." "Like all of us!" "What if the criminals are the USA, Bruce? Will you stand with me against your government? Will you start a war against your own cities in the name of justice?" Silence reigned in the hall. "Find the Prince, Justice League. You have 72 hours before we start the search. That's all I can give you."

[Wonder Woman A-03] said the computer as Diana left the Watch Tower.

Surprisngly, it's Teen Titans that helped with the next part. Their empath, Raven, was able to sense a huge emotional mystical energy release near Jump-City. They found a well protected base, that was surrendered by agents in white costumes. Per protocol, they called the JL for backup. By their channels, they found that the base belonged to Ghost Investigation Ward, a goverment group to search, study and destroy Ghosts. "Not just ghost, but ghosts of Infinite Realms." said Raven, the only magical expert they currently had. Batman doesn't believe in coincedence. The JLD dissapearence, Diana leaving the JL, the amazons war, a huge base with a lot of magic organised by the goverment. It's all connected. He activates his comm. "Diana, we may have a lead."

Batman and his group are escorted to the ward. What he sees inside caugths him off guard. Batman hates being caught off guard. A 3 meter long blue amazon, with 4 arms, flaming purple hair, fully armored and carrying a spear. Diana and her mother stay around the table, studing maps. "Bow before Pandora, patron of Amazons, queen of Acropolys." They do. "What have you found?" "6 hours ago, was discovered a base of operations, lead by goverment group known as Ghost Investigation Ward. It consist of agents in white suits" This piqued Pandora's interest. He was right, this was connected. If 'the Prince' was not there, then they may find where he really is. "You know about them?"

"If my son is there, then you may just have prevented the war against your realm, mortal. It may depend on how much they harmed him and if we will act fast enough."

"The Justice League will be able to extract him and return him to you safely."

"If you think i will trust you to do it by yourselves, you are mistaken, boy. My son has a lot of allies in the Infinte Realms. I will gather them and will make sure that he is safe. Hippolyta, prepare your forces. No one is allowed to escape."

When the rescue started, Batman was caught off guard once again. When Pandora said they had a lot of allies, he thought it will be a couple of dozens. Instead, a couple of hundreds of ghosts were united to march against GIW forces. Snow Yetis, Greek Soldiers, knights, a big blue dragon, a pharaoh leading mummies, a driad controlled plant, a woman in red suit on a hoverboard with guns, amazons, and the missed the JLD. The problems started from the start, when they heard the loud "STOP!!!" on their comms, belonged to the driad. "What's wrong, Sam?" Pharaoh asked. "Blood Blossoms." "This sick sons of the bitches." Batman heard John Constantine swearing. "What is it?" "The base is surronded by Blood Blossoms. This are anti-magic flowers. If anything mystical gets in, it won't get out. B, they grow only if they are fertilizer with ashes of innocent people burned alive. To have so much to surrend the miles of the base..." Batman now understood what John meant. "What can we do? Should we break the circle?" "To late for that. The only option is to completly destroy every flower. Burn everything." "Flash, Superman, you heard him. Make it quick." "Your assessment is incorrect, Constantine. Demons are not affected by Blood Blossoms," Raven said over the comm. "Raven, the extraction is on you. Get the Prince out of there. J.L. will distract him."

In the end, the united army forces of ghosts and JL was able to capture every GIW agent, even if it was harder than they first anticipated. GIW was able to gather a lot of different weapons, capable to harm even more durable members of the united forces. Once Raven was able to get to the Prince with her emphath and going through walls abilities, both the Prince and Raven dissapeared. Apparently, healed by Raven, the Prince was able to open the portal to Infinite Realms. This satisfied Pandora and amazons, which was a relief. With the promise to punish and disband the GIW and anti-ecto acts, the war was prevented. Ghosts and amazons retreated, leaving only members of thenJL to take care of arrested and wounded. Now was the hard part for them. Make the goverment admit that they fucked up and officialy imprison all GIW agents for good.

A couple of days later, a green portal opened in the Watch Tower. This caused an alarm. The whole JL was ready to fight whoever tried to attack them. Only to meet a white haired teenager. "Uhm, hye". Flash was the first to speak "Uhm, buddy, i hope you won't take it the wrong way, but what are you doing here? It's not exactly an open place." "Uhm, yeah, i get it. I just wanted to say thank you. For helping with Guys in White and stuff." "No problem, bud. We are the Justice League. That's what we do. But how are you connected to it?" This was answered by Batman. "He is Danny Phantom. A small town hero from Amity Park. One of the paranormal heroes, that dissapeared with the kidnapped Prince"

This put a smile on teens face. "Good to know you know about me. Anyway, thanks for GIW. Though, they were just pawns. The Observants used them in an attempt to overthrown me. Thankfully, now i can legally throw them out."

"Wait, you mean, YOU are the Prince?!" Flash exclaimed. "Yeah, but please, just call me Danny. I don't need any pompeus names or anything like that." Batman took initiative. "Apologies, Danny. But we were not aware that we were rescuing a child. We are sorry that we came so late."

Danny stared in his eyes, like he was trying to search his soul, before shrugging off. "Eh, it's fine. I have learned to be content with what I have. Surprisingly, this opens up many opportunities to enjoy what you have, instead of trying to get what is lost." And something about that rubbed Bruce the wrong way. Such lesson couldn't came lightly. "So, now that the GIW is gone, i think it's time to return your friends." On that, Raven and Wonder Woman came from the portal. "Hey, Diana. You call sometimes, since we are apparently cousins, or something like that." "I will Danny, don't fret."

"I think the Titans will be glad to meet you and your friends." said Raven. "Really? Huh, maybe. It's nice to meet the big superheroes." "We are always opened for friends." She said with a small smile.

[smww4ever]

The Loves of Wonder Woman: Andros, Steve Trevor and Superman.

1)Andros. More of a flirtation. It hinted at romance. The first Andros was a spaceman who came from a planet of evolved beings ready to determine judgment on earth. A council of elders. Sounds Kryptonian. The second show had Andros return as a younger guy. You could see the obvious flirting. Notice it was a “spaceman” as in the comics she refers to Kal as “spaceman”.

2)Steve Trevor. A human love much like a Lois Lane. Lyle Waggoner nailed it in the series but they wound up being more platonic even if there were subtle hints in the dialogue and acting. In the time, it never went further than that. This love is also like the Wonderbat pairing. They both will live brief lives. And Bruce is the opposite of a woman who is a goddess of truth.

Hence we come to the third which is for a SuperWonder fan, the best.

True Love

3) Superman. They have history, chemistry, friendship and mutual feelings. Kingdom Come gave them a family and long life. ✌️

Note: This set of images were inspired by watching the old Lynda Carter series. These three are the ones I chose to feature.

More:

Wonder Woman and Wonder Girl.

[princeknight]

Reminded me of something

[ayrennaranaaldmeri]

not me sobbing over Bruce and Diana doing the fucking accidental hand touch bc they had an accidental hand touch and oh my God. OH MY GOD.

Also man 10 mins into the movie and I already would have told you that we were so fucking ROBBED of seeing this in theatres, whedon mutilated this movie and he should've never been allowed near it. It's embarrassing af that dc considers his version "canon", Zack Snyder's Justice League is the only version that should exist.

[crystlfied]

SHUT THE FUCK UP I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR WONDERBAT EVER SINCE THE GALA SCENE IN BVS

[worldoffanfiction10]

*conversation in the watchtower commissary*

Green Arrow: Greek gods aren’t real.

Batman: You obviously haven’t met my father-in-law.

Flash: Yeah. I met him once. Still... Legendary to have a god for a grandfather. He told me I take after Hermes due to my red hair and speed. I think I’ll go call him!

Superman: What? How did we not know Hades was Diana’s father?

Green Lantern: How are you always so blind? Have you seen the family resemblance? Diana didn’t get her hair from Hippolyta, that’s for sure.

Green Arrow: What is going on here?

Batman: (jumps up) Diana called me.

Green Lantern: Whipped fool.

Superman: Diana didn’t call him. Who doesn’t have superhearing? Oh, neither of you.

Green Arrow: Are you guys seriously yanking my chain right now?

Batman: (in commlink to Green Lantern and Superman) Dont. tell. him. anything.

Superman: It looks like we have a meeting.

Green Lantern: With Hades if we don’t get out of here.

Green Arrow: (gets up) Hmph. Now I’m going to find Diana.

[lukewarm-force]

please the subtle wonderbat moment in snyder cut

been waiting for that scene since i saw it in the trailer 4 YEARS AGO

someone write a fic on it i’m begging you

[toughguywithbossygirlfriend]

"RWBY / Justice League" - parallels

DC Comics published recently a crossover between Rooster Teeth's "RWBY" and the "Justice League". Written by Marguerite Bennett and Penciled by Aneke, I found the suggested parallels on the Covers interesting especially as some subtle WonderBat hints were thrown around as well.

In the "RWBY" World, the "Hunters and Huntresses" have special abilities akin to Superpowers that are called "Semblances"

On this picture you have Ruby Rose on the left paralleled to Diana on the right.

(Edit from "RWBY/Justice League" Issue #1)

All Justice League members are local versions from that world but relatively easy to recognize. They have more or less variation of the Powers of their DC Comics counterparts. Diana for example keeps her "made of clay" origins but without Greek Gods she is rather described as some kind of magically build "Automaton" with a Soul. Her "mothers" are all female Faunus (a local race having various animal features) living on a retired Island.

Here you have on the left Weiss Schnee paralleled to Bruce Wayne on the right.

(Edit from "RWBY/Justice League" Issue #3)

Unlike Weiss Schnee, Bruce isn't Human, he is a Faunus just as Diana's "mothers" and has ... Bat ears ! ... he seems to have some lesser sonic related powers even if these aren't considered a "Semblance".. Bruce's Intellectual and Deductive skills are his Semblances. If you ask yourself why Weiss Schnee would be paralleled to Bruce ... here's a hint :

(Edit from "RWBY/Justice League" Issue #3)

Yeah, there are some similarities between the two.. XD

So it looks as if the RWBY, all female Hero team, was paralleled to the Justice League members with :

- Ruby Rose / Princess Diana : Courageous, Selfless, Top level Fighter, Strength, Speed,

- Weiss Schnee / Bruce Wayne : Rich, "Works Incredibly ridiculously hard ... they (the academy) have to come up with like Platinum and Palladium and Osmium medals because Gold doesn't even cut it anymore..." Ruby's description of Weiss Schnee from "RWBY" Issue #1 and fits Bruce Wayne just as perfectly.

- Yang Xiao Long / Clark Kent (?) : both can throw a very mean punch...

- Blake Belladonna (a Faunus) / Jessica Cruz (?): my guess is Blake is gonna be paralleled with Jessica Cruz because she can create shadow clones of herself out of nothing similar to the Green Lantern ring's power of creation... Jessica will surely appear in a later Issue.

Below a Cover picturing the 4 parallels of the RWBY/Justice League

(Edit from "RWBY/Justice League" Issue #1)

Once those loose parallels established, the interaction of the Heroes suggested some natural pairings and of course "WonderBat" teases.

First Bruce flirting directly with Diana.

(Edit from "RWBY/Justice League" Issue #4)

Then later Bruce taking Ruby Rose (Diana's parallel) to address a part of the mission.

(Edit from "RWBY/Justice League" Issue #4)

Followed by Diana replicating with Weiss Schnee (Bruce's parallel) the same hand kiss Bruce did to flirt with Diana earlier.

(Edit from "RWBY/Justice League" Issue #4)

Settling the second pair, Princess Diana and Weiss Schnee, to check out another part of the mission.

And leaving the rest of the Team to fend of with some other part of the Mission...

(Edit from "RWBY/Justice League" Issue #4)

Not to mention the last picture of the fourth Issue featuring on both opposite sides the two "paralleled WonderBat" pairings .. ;)

(Edit from "RWBY/Justice League" Issue #4)

How come everyone seems to understand the magic of "WonderBat" kind of pairings and teases about it but DC just never even let Diana and Bruce try it out ?

It reminded me of an old story making an obvious parallel between a a woman named Ri and a man named Yang for one and Diana and Bruce for the second only to imply strong romantic feelings between Diana and Bruce by mixing both pairs (Ri and Bruce) on the Cover of #53 :

(Edit from "Batman Confidential" #53 - #54)

I don't know how far they're gonna push the teasing in that comics series, but I'd like DC Comics to give Diana and Bruce a real run rather than that decades after decades endless teasing...

[wayneprincess]

Okay but I live for subtle things like that: Bruce's spontaneous tactic to stop Diana is by physical touch and even though she could obliterate him with her little finger, she trusts his judgment.

Also notice how our dude John is the original Wonderbat shipper, he has balls to tease Batman about him and Wonder Woman

[shewhowillrise]

I just finished the Snyder cut today (had to split it up lmao) and I absolutely LOVED IT. The way they filmed the westallen scene was so good! Subtle WonderBat but not overwhelming like Whedon’s, DIANA NOT BEING UNDERPOWERED. Just, all of it was so goooood fck WB for doing Snyder dirty like that. At least they fixed it I guess.

[saultnpeppah]

Day 2: Love Endures Delay

Here is my submission for Day 2 of the WonderBat Key Phrases. @fyeahwonderbat

I can feel his gaze on my back, and I try to will my body not to react to his stare, but it's all in vain. That stare will always get me. A chill runs down my back and I try my hardest not to shiver visibly. I will not let him see what he did, does, to me.

"What can I do for you, Bruce?" I ask. I instantly regret my words as I watch the gears in his mind start to work. Had this been two weeks ago, I would have surely received a flirtatious comment, accompanied by playful banter and welcomed physical advances. But that was two weeks ago. That was before our argument. That was before he made his choice.

He clears his throat and I turn back to face him. "What are you doing here?" he asks, letting my original question go unanswered.

"I made a promise to Lois and Clark," I explain. My voice is harsh and he can hear the hostility I hold behind my words. "And I keep my promises."

He winces as I speak and I instantly regret what I've said. I didn't come here to hurt him. I didn't come here to make him realize it was a mistake. I didn't come here for him. I came here for my friends. I came here to celebrate the marriage and love of two people who deserve a happy ending. I came here to remind myself that love is not dead, that two people who are destined for each other will find a way, no matter the obstacles. But the more I look at Bruce, the more I stare into those beautiful eyes, the more I realize this will be harder than I thought. Seeing Bruce is painful, and I feel more ashamed that I feel this way than I should. I am an Amazon, a warrior since birth. But on the island they didn't teach us how to handle heartache. They didn't tell you how much this could hurt.

"You," Bruce begins, clearing his throat once more. "You look beautiful."

I nod my head. "Thank you," I respond. I can feel my cheeks begin to blush and I try my hardest to keep my composure. I will not come undone by one compliment.

Bruce nervously adjusts his tie, trying to think of what else to say. He watches as I rub my bare wrists, feeling naked and exposed without my armour, before he lets out a small sigh. "I've missed you, Diana," he confesses.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath. "We're not doing this," I say, pushing the glasses up higher on my nose.

"Doing what?" he asks.

I let out a sigh of my own. "Act like we're okay," I answer. "Partake in small talk when we both know that's not what either of us want to say." I stand up straight and uncross my arms from over my chest, before I turn to glance over my shoulder once more. Lois is coming this way and I don't want her to see what is going on between me and Bruce. As far as I know, no one knows we are no longer together. We didn't want that to be the topic of conversation during this special time in our friends' lives.

"Let's just focus on Lois and Clark" I manage to get out, before Lois pulls the door back and moves into the doorway. "Like nothing's changed," I manage to whisper

"Bruce," she says with a smile.

Bruce's mood changes instantly and he offers her a wide grin. Without a word he takes a step towards her and wraps his arms around Lois, gently placing a kiss on her cheek. "You look beautiful, Lois," he says. His eyes glance up at me and I can see the hurt behind them, but I remain silent.

"Thanks," she replies, her smile widening. "How's Clark holding up?"

Bruce lets out a small chuckle and it's like a thousand swords stabbing my heart. How I've missed hearing that laugh. I miss being the one to bring a smile to his face late at night, after a hard patrol, after one of Gotham's criminals got a way. I miss being the one who made him happy.

"He's nervous," Bruce says. "But I should get back to him before all his pacing creates a hole in the ground." He leans close to Lois once more and places another kiss on her cheek. "I'll see you soon," he says. Lois only nods. Bruce turns his attention to me and without warning leans in and places a kiss on my cheek. I freeze and my shoulders tense as I feel his lips leave my cheek and move to my ear. "Like nothing's changed," he whispers, before he pulls back and stares me in the eye. Without another word he takes a step back and walks down the hall, turning the corner. It is only then I am able to let out the shaky breath I have been holding. "So," Lois begins. There is a grin on her face and I can only guess what her next few words will be. "When will I be invited to your guys' wedding?"

I take a step inside the room and let the door close behind me. If Lois wants a wedding between Bruce and I, then she is going to be sorely disappointed. I don't have the heart to tell her, so I merely shrug and take a seat in the chair near the window.

Lois nods and shrugs. "I get it," she confesses. "When Clark and I first started dating I wasn't sure I would want the whole marriage thing either. But the more I think about it, the more I know there's no one else I would rather spend my life with. I love him, just like I know you love Bruce." She doesn't hear the small sigh I give. I loved Bruce - past tense. "Now, with you guys, it's difficult, because of," she looks over her shoulder and makes sure Lucy is preoccupied with something else. "The League," she finishes, "But you know what they say, 'Love endures delay'".

She watches as I raise an eyebrow, unsure if I believe what she has to say. I've spoken with Aphrodite herself, and now it seems as if the goddess of love has instilled some of her wisdom upon my friend. "You'll get your time," she says, turning to grab her veil. She places it on her head and fixes the lace that falls around her shoulders as I shake my head. If only she knew the truth.

"Are you sure you don't need any backup?"

I smirk as I listen to J'onn. "I'm sure," I say into my comlink. I gently pull my hair out of the ponytail it was fastened into at Lois', and fix the bracers on my wrists, completing my uniform in the shadows. After the party, J'onn had sent out a message stating there were reports of a robbery at the National Bank in Metropolis. I figured I had a few hours until Bruce got back to the manor, so I decided to answer the call, quickly transporting to the Watchtower to change into my uniform, before transporting back to Metropolis.

J'onn lets out a small sigh. "Okay, Diana," he says, unsure if he should let me go in alone. I can handle it J'onn. I'm an Amazon. "They have hostages," he reminds me."

I nod my head, knowing he can't see me, and reach for the lasso attached to my hip. J'onn cuts his communication with me and I am left with the dark silence that fills the alleyway. I carefully fly up to the roof of the building across the street from the bank and stare at the two armed men standing outside the front doors. My mind races as I try to think of the best way to go about this, my fists clenching as I ready my body and mind for a battle. That's when I notice it.

It's subtle at first, but the more I breathe, the heavier it becomes, until the all too familiar scent is filling my nose. "I could've handled it myself," I say, continuing to stare at the robbers guarding the door.

Bruce emerges from the shadows, his gloved hand on his utility belt. He says nothing as he stops beside me. We both turn when we hear Clark land on the roof to my left. "We thought you'd like a hand," Clark says, giving me a wink.

I only shake my head. "You two didn't have to cut your night short."

Clark only chuckles. "Don't worry," he begins, "I think we'd both rather be doing this than be at the bar."

Bruce only grunts, agreeing with Clark's statement. "I couldn't stand listening to his romance ramblings," he whispers. "If I have to hear "love endures delay", one more time, I'm going to punch him." I let out a small giggle as he pulls out a pair of binoculars and takes a look at the bank, stopping to let his eyes adjust when he switches the setting. "There's four more inside," Bruce says as he hands me the binoculars. "They have a group of hostages, five, maybe six."

I put the binoculars up to my eyes and let them adjust to the magnified image of the bank across the street. I can see the two robbers that guard the door, their guns drawn as they keep a look out for anyone that could stop their payday. Inside it is just as Bruce has said. There are four more robbers inside, each with a gun ready in hand. Three of them are pacing the floor, trying to keep themselves and their hostages calm as the fourth fidgets with the large safe in the back of the room. In the far corner is a group of six hostages. They each have their hands bound behind them and their mouths are covered, silencing any attempts at vocalizing their fears. I notice they are huddled together, and when one of them moves, trying to pry their hands from their restraints, my heart stops. In the middle of the group are two children. They can't be more than four. Their eyes are wide in fear and they cry harder each time they move their bound arms. It is then that I realize we need to stop this. Innocent people can get hurt; innocent children could die.

Bruce places his hand on my shoulder and squeezes the muscle he finds, trying to bring me back to reality. He knows there are children there, and he knows how I am about to react. "There are kids in there," I say, my hands clenching into fists.

"Diana," Bruce warns. He tries to stop me once more, but my mind is made.

I fly over to the roof of the bank, gently landing on the glass that shields the building from the night sky. I watch as Bruce shakes his head. The whites of his cowl narrow as he stares at me, before he turns to look at Clark to whisper something. Clark nods and jumps off the roof, landing beside me on the roof of the bank. "He's not happy," Clark whispers. He uses his xray vision to look into the building below us, trying to find the perfect opportunity to attack.

I shrug. "He'll get over it," I say. This is not the first time I have acted before Bruce has spoken, and it will not be the last. I am an Amazon, born a warrior. I've trained for years. It is not in my nature to stand back and be a spectator.

Clark is quiet for a moment. He looks up and locks eyes with mine, nodding once before he zooms off. I barely have time to register the red of his cape flying against the wind before I am crashing through the roof of the bank into the main lobby. I land on one of the robbers knocking him out before he even knows what hit him, carefully jumping in front of the group of hostages. My hands quickly reach out and grab both of the children as the familiar blue blur comes into my field of vision. They are in my arms one moment, the next Clark is rushing them out of the bank and to safety away from the men with guns. The men who have now noticed my presence and have pointed their weapons my way.

My lasso is in my hand before any of them have a chance to react and I throw it in front of me, catching one of the robbers by the wrist. I pull on my lasso, tightening the rope around his wrist, listening to him cry out in pain as he is forced to drop his weapon, before I throw him against the wall to the right. That is two down, two to go.

Behind me I can hear the constant swoosh from Clark picking up each hostage and running them to safety. One of the robbers fires a shot and I make sure to carefully block it with my bracers, letting the 'ping' it sends off echo throughout the otherwise quiet bank.

Clark rushes back into the bank, having left all the hostages in one of the police departments a few blocks south, ready to finish the job and make it back to Lois before she retires for the night. "There is an emergency on the space station." J'onn's voice rings throughout our comlinks and we both freeze momentarily.

"Go," I whisper to Clark, knowing he is one of the few who can make it there with little interference. "I got this." He nods, flashing me a small smile, before he rushes off, flying towards the sky in a red and blue blur that nearly blends into the dark skyline of Metropolis.

I watch as one of the robbers reloads his gun firing another shot towards me. It is easily blocked by the bracers once more and I let out a small chuckle. If this is all they are capable of, I will be back in the manor in no time. I quickly rush up to the man and grab him by the wrist, cracking it just enough to make him drop his weapon with a scream, before I pull him up and into the air by the collar. I am about ready to throw him across the room when something catches my eye. It's Bruce, and he's not alone.

He's dodging a punch from a fifth man, one none of us had accounted for, trying to avoid the brass knuckles on his fists. The man throws another punch, barely missing, however Bruce isn't fast enough and he grabs him by the cape, yanking him back down onto the ground. I am at Bruce's side in a matter of seconds, pushing the robber with my shoulder, watching as he falls back. He grips his side, where my shoulder rammed him, and he howls in pain. His eyes narrow and he lets out a snarl.

"You okay?" I ask over my shoulder. Bruce nods and rubs his neck.

"They work for Bane," he whispers. "Don't let them get into that vault."

I nod and turn towards the two robbers. One is standing in front of Bruce and I, the other is unlocking the vault at the end of the room. Without a word, I rush over to the guy by the vault, slamming my shoulder into the door, trying to keep it closed.

I am rewarded with a knee to the stomach. He hits me in the back of the head with the butt of his gun and I fall to the floor; that is going to be a massive headache later. I throw a punch to the man, watching as he dodges my fist, before he jabs his elbow into my ribs. I fall to the floor, confused. This is an ordinary man, yet he is beating me. Bane must've done something to both he and the man Bruce is fighting.

I look up and notice Bruce is fairing just as terrible as I am. Only thing is, Bruce does not have the strength, endurance, and healing I do. He stumbles forward as his opponent punches him in the back, and his teeth grit in pain as the man twists his arm in a way it should not bend. I regret my decision to be distracted by Bruce when I feel the sharp pain of a blade slicing through my flesh. I look down and take notice of the blade sticking out of my calf. It hurts like hell, and my legs waiver under my weight, but I know I can't let him win. I quickly pull out the knife and toss it aside, before I kick the man down with my good leg. I watch as he falls, hitting his head on the tile floor.

I turn to steal another glance at Bruce, confident that my opponent is still recovering from what should be a nice concussion. Bruce is on the floor, clutching his shoulder in pain. His grappling hook is a few feet from him. He tries to crawl towards the device, hoping it'll help him escape this physical torture, even if only long enough to regain focus once more. He is so focused on trying to reach the item he doesn't see his opponent step behind him. In his arms is a large gun, and I am suddenly very aware of Bruce's mortality. Without another thought I rush over to Bruce's opponent, forgetting about the man I have left laying on the floor, ignoring the severe pain that radiates from my torn muscle. Right now I don't have time to think about myself. Right now I need to save Bruce.

I make it just in time, ramming into Bruce's opponent with all the strength I have. A shot rings out and misses Bruce by millimeters, but I don't have the time to breathe a sigh of relief as his opponent has just become mine. He quickly grabs my ankle and pulls me close, before his hand clamps down on my injured leg. I let out a small groan, forcing myself to stay focused on the task at hand. I knee him in the face with my good knee, watching as he releases my leg and clenches his nose, which has started to spout blood. He glares at me, blood leaking from between his fingers, and his eyes narrow. He takes a step toward me, pulling a knife that has been sheathed inside his belt out, when an all too familiar object is flung across the room and hits him in the knuckles, forcing him to drop the weapon.

I chance a glance over my shoulder and see Bruce standing. He wobbles a bit as he pulls another batarang from his belt and holds it between his fingers, ready to throw it if necessary. He is hurt, but he is okay. That I can live with.

The three of us stare at each other for a moment, trying to calculate how to come out of this fight victorious. It is evident that Bane has been distributing venom to those who work for him, needing the upperhand. I only hope once this fight is over, Bruce and I will be able to stop him before it ruins the lives of countless people.

The darkness of the night is broken when the blue and red flashing lights begin to surround the building we stand in. Metropolis Police have finally responded. I can't help the smirk that forms on my face as I watch the man standing before Bruce and I curse silently. He turns to run at Bruce, knowing he is the easier target, when one of his fellow thieves whistles his way. "We got it," he says, raising his hand to show the man the large jewel clenched between his fingers. "Let's go."

The man wastes no time in obeying orders, grabbing Bruce and flinging him my direction. The Dark Knight collides with me, and had I been uninjured I would have been able to hold us both up. However, I am injured, and my leg waivers again under our combined weight. I collapse onto the floor with Bruce, watching as the men all run out of the bank and into the night, covered by the darkness the shadows provide.

Bruce lets out an audible groan as he rolls off of me and stands, his teeth clenching in both anger and pain. He glances in every direction, trying to find where the thieves have run off to, his hands clenched into fists as his head sways violently. He curses under his breath when he doesn't find any trace of them, and I know he is angry; the clenched jaw and narrowed whites of his cowl give it away.

He turns to me and offers me a hand. "You let them get away," he accuses as he pulls me to my feet.

I wince in pain as I step down with my injured leg, and I watch as he stares at me. He makes no attempt to see how I am doing, his mind focused on the failed mission. I have grown accustomed to working with Bruce and know this is how the Batman works. He puts the mission before anyone else's wellbeing, especially his own. Right now I am not Diana his girlfriend. Right now I am Diana his teammate - the teammate who has failed in his eyes.

"I was saving you," I say. My eyes narrow as I stare back at him. My hands cross over my chest and I stand straighter.

Bruce shakes his head. His eyes wander over the bank, taking in the destruction we, or rather I have caused. "You rushed in and didn't wait for a plan," he says as he walks away from me, towards the opened safe. "You were impulsive," he continues, "And you risked the mission because of-"

"Because of you," I finish for him. "Bruce, he would have killed you," I say, as I take a step towards the man. I follow him to the safe, unaware I am limping as hard as I am, until I take notice of the look on Bruce's face. He quickly snaps out of it, as he turns back to the safe and scans the empty box.

"I would have been fine," he says. I sometimes think Bruce forgets his own limits. He finishes his scan and picks up a hair left by the safe's door. "You could've gotten any of those people killed, including yourself," he says. He turns to face me and takes notice of how red my face is. I can feel the heat spreading from my cheeks to the tips of my ears and I shake my head in an attempt to conceal the anger I feel. No man, no person honestly, has ever been able to infuriate me as much as Bruce does.

"But I didn't," is all I say as Bruce walks away, his head hanging low as he continues to scan the floor of the bank for any clues to identify any of the thieves. He will be working on this for countless nights until he finds answers and our relationship will once again be put on hold until he can solve things. I let out a sigh and shake my head, trying to find humor in the irony of Clark's words to Bruce earlier. 'Love endures delay'. I used to believe in love, that it could conquer anything, but as I watch Bruce continue to work, not bothering to even acknowledge my presence, I begin to wonder if this time we've crossed a line that can't be forgotten.

[fyeahwonderbat]

In the Middle of a Broken Constellation - PT. 12

Pairing: WonderBat (Wonder Woman x Batman) Rating: T / 14A Universe: N/A - Reader’s Choice Previous Chapter: <- Chapter 11 

It had taken such an exorbitant amount of time for Diana to return to Wayne Tower after the accident. Even as a superhero who helped clean up the destruction of villains weekly, she felt absolutely drained by the time she had been examined by the EMTs, interviewed by the press and officially released from Gotham General. They hailed her as a medical marvel because she was able to escape the monsters without being engulfed in their sludge, but she tried to push the responsibility of her survival onto Superman as much as she could so that they wouldn't continue pestering her about staying overnight.

Her first day on the job for Lucius was an absolute disaster, without a doubt.

The only silver lining she could think of as she rode the elevator to the thirty-fourth floor was that it had been her who was trapped in the Isolation Ward, not a civilian. If someone from Wayne Enterprises had to make that trip again, she'd gladly take their place. Her metahuman gifts were rendered useless by her circumstances but her instincts from battles over the years were the only reason she was still herself. It was frightening to even imagine herself being consumed by that sludge and… losing herself without any way to return to who she was.

Looking down at her hands, she curled them in towards her palms just to experience the movement and know she had control over herself. To think of the fifty or so innocent lives there were being held captive at that hospital made her stomach drop. What was it like for them beneath that liquified state? Were the aware of all that their bodies were doing or were they all mindlessly wasting away? She couldn't allow the number of monsters to rise, in any of the three cities that were affected by the sludge. Today had been terrifying but she knew she couldn't blame them for reacting to her the way that they had-

Because she realized, the person to blame would have been whoever had unlocked the anteroom door.

A digital chime signaled her that she had reached the thirty-fourth floor and in a moment of panic, she leaped out of the elevator. At that moment, it dawned on her that she hadn't prepared a story to tell her boss about the events of the day. The air of the office was hectic, focused and driven while she wandered down the hall, making her uncertainty feel like insecurity. If he didn't keep her as the Community Outreach Specialist for the Wayne Foundation, then her entire civilian identity would experience a crisis unlike any she had experienced before.

She needed to know if Lucius would tolerate her explanation, which drove her to bang rather loudly on his office door.

"Come in," her boss invited her in without looking up from his desk, distracted by something he was looking at on his computer. The door had been ajar and she expected to meet his gaze immediately. Instead, she took three steps into the room before he lifted his head. Once he did, however, he looked absolutely horrified. "Diana!"

"Mr. Fox, I apologize for being so late. I-"

She wasn't allowed to finish. Lucius reached for the intercom on his phone and nearly shouted, "Tell Bruce to come here."

The floor fell apart beneath her. At least, that was how she felt. She wanted to see her friend as much as possible - that was why she took this job and relocated herself in the first place - but it didn't bode well that the CEO was being called into a meeting with her on day one of her job. The only thing she could do was handle herself with the utmost dignity and pray that they were merely going to beg her not to sue them for emotional distress. "I wanted to return sooner, but something happened at Gotham General. There was-"

Lucius stood up from his desk and walked over to meet her face to face. He adjusted his glasses as if he couldn't believe his eyes, and his tone of voice made her think that he genuinely didn't. "I heard. We all heard about the hospital. I've been trying to call you since the story broke around noon."

"They… I lost my purse in the Isolation Ward." She explained delicately.

"Jesus Christ," He groaned as he ran his hand over his face, stressed beyond belief and most likely imagining what she went through to have sacrificed her belongings. Once his palm reached his chin, he used his other arm to gesture to one of the seats in his office. With a grateful nod, Diana began to move into the closest chair, more than ready to relax after the long day she had had.

Until a hysterical man shouted from the doorway, "She's here!?"

Hearing him stilled her, and her already weary heart managed to thump erratically in her chest. She heard Lucius call for him, but turning around and seeing Bruce after the day she had had was an unexpected godsend. The guarded man she knew looked wild when she faced him. He was clutching the door frame for dear life while his body leaned into the office, his eyes surveying her with intent and fear. The man she was used to would have known not to fret over her, yet this… forgetful version of him didn't. She didn't know how to feel about his evident concern.

"Are you all right? They said you were locked in the hospital with the monsters, we weren't sure what happened to you!" He explained his position with so much panic, it was evident that he had been fretting over her the entire day.

"I was" - as soon as she confirmed his greatest fear, Bruce entered the space and slammed the door shut so that he could hear all about the horrors she faced, uninterrupted - "but I was lucky to get out alive. Superman saved me."

Name-dropping the man from Krypton didn't seem to interest either of the men standing before her. Instead, Bruce continued to inquire about her time at Gotham General. "How did you get locked in there with them?" Preparing for her answer to bowl him over, he crossed his arms over his chest.

It was a question she didn't honestly have an answer to, it was quite easy to play the hopeless civilian. "I don't know. One minute, I am talking to Dr. Hunt about the sludge and the experiments he intends to do on them, and then suddenly, the door to their room opens. Dr. Hunt managed to escape the Isolation Ward, but I was locked in. I just assumed it was an accident with the security system."

No she didn't.

She didn't trust the hospital one bit, especially Dr. Hunt and his department.

Something wasn't right, but that was for Wonder Woman to deal with, not Diana Prince.

A chuckle drew her attention away from Bruce and onto Lucius. "I'm calling them now." He informed both of them without any humor in his voice at all as he returned to his seat behind the desk and picked up his phone.

If she hadn't fought for her life, she might have felt sorry for sending her boss after the hospital. If she hadn't nearly been consumed by sludge, she could have thought to ask Lucius to let it go and to not let it impact the Wayne Foundation's relationship with Gotham General. But it was because of a malfunction in their security system or, quite possibly, the horrendous intentions of someone employed there that she was put in harm's way.

In all honesty, she just as grateful for Mr. Fox's superpower as she was for Clark's.

"Diana," The sound of Bruce softly saying her name made her face him in her chair. "Did they make sure you were okay before letting you go?" He looked as if he was trying to hide the fact that he was absolutely gutted over what she went through, but failing miserably to do so. Did someone he remembered in his amnesiac get taken over by the sludge, and it caused him to fear it? It was possible, she realized, that there was a person or persons of interest in his life that might have been one of the people who was trapped in that Isolation Ward at that very moment.

She felt swayed by his worry in a way she didn't quite understand. "Yes, that's what took me so long to come back here."

"You should have just gone home. Given us a call and taken a sick day." Advised Bruce as he threw his hands up in the air before dropping into the seat next to her. He couldn't believe her determination to return to the office was real, it seemed.

All she could do was smile weakly at him. "I was telling Lucius that I lost my purse trying to survive in there, along with my shoes."

Together, they looked down at her feet, donning a sleek pair of black flats that she kept in her trunk in case of an emergency.

She found them amusing, but Bruce did not. She watched his hunched over body remain still as he observed her shoes with what she could only imagine to be a sorrowful expression. He didn't know what she was capable of, only that she had been through an ordeal on her first site visit in her new role at his company. Despite his attempt to draw himself upwards and pretend that he hadn't been staring at her shoes for much longer than necessary, it was evident that he was unaware of how to handle this situation, of his employee nearly being taken over by the very sludge his company was hoping to help eradicate.

The Batman might have offered an emotionless congratulations and expected her back at work the next day.

That's what she expected from herself, as well.

The Bruce Wayne sitting before her had everything that Batman did except the experience on how to expect the unexpected and handle the aftermath.

It was with a melancholic smile that she said to him softly, "Don't worry, I won't be asking for an advance on my pay to replace my belongings."

Using money in a comedic way seemed to reach him. Bruce chuckled and found the strength to meet her eyes again. "Well, don't you worry, because we're going to."

"Oh," Diana's brows furrowed as she processed his words. "I really don't need you to do that, Mr. Wayne."

It was definitely subtle, though he tried to stop himself halfway through, Bruce did indeed shrug off her rejection of his offer. "You just moved to this city - one of the most dangerous in all of America, no, in all of the world - and were nearly turned into pink slime on your first day on the job. You haven't made any demands of me or Gotham General to cover your hospital bills or your lost possessions?"

She couldn't tell if he was genuinely suspicious of her, but his pointed gaze terrified her. Was he assuming that there was a reason as to why she was handling everything so well? It made her think of Clark's suggestion that she swoon over him when he flew her down to the ground outside of the hospital - was she not playing the part of a normal, depowered woman as well as she thought? It was never so difficult to blend in with society before, and yet, it felt like Bruce was examining her the way he used to.

The way he would whenever he distrusted her and wanted to see what she had to hide.

Diana collected herself rather quickly, took a deep breath to steady her nerves, then took another stab at being a regular woman. "Well, I wouldn't turn down a company car so I can drive myself home, then go out and replace my phone and car keys."

"Your car keys…" Bruce repeated her with shock lacing his words, then he made a rather sour face. "No, here's a better idea. Tomorrow, when you come in, we'll sit down and fill out your report about the incident at Gotham General together. Then, I will take you to replace your shoes, your purse, your phone and your car keys all on the company dime."

"Mr. Wayne-" On the outside, she looked shocked. On the inside, she was boiling. Who was he to take on the role of a dictator, simply because she was a woman without access to her car? It made absolutely no sense for him to take over her life and her career in such a domineering way, especially when he didn't know her well enough to guarantee she would tolerate it.

Regardless, Bruce didn't care. "I just so happen to have the afternoon off, so you'll start at 11:30 and spend the rest of your day with me. I'll teach you more about the company while we take care of your belongings on the Wayne Corporation's dime, and then after that, you'll return to work as… well, not usual. But you know what I mean."

His tone of voice, his commanding air, and his almighty decrees wore down her ability to play the part of the distressed victim. It felt insulting to pretend that he could talk to her like that. The Amazonian blood pumping through her veins refused to allow that kind of talk, and the Lasso of Truth that was still hidden in her brassiere felt warm against her chest as she looked him dead in the eye. Bravely, she sat up tall and straightened her skirt as she proclaimed, "I don't mind giving you my report, Mr. Wayne, but I'm not looking for money."

Without missing a beat, or perhaps while stamping his mark on the end of hers, Bruce blurted out, "Then what are you looking for?"

There was a twitch in the corner of her lips, urging her to make a willful retort. However, it slowly washed over her that the energy between them was shifting. His words echoed in her mind, playing over and over again until she heard the second meaning that was hidden behind the veil of their conversation. It occurred to her that he was right: wasn't she looking for him? Her entire goal was to find him, watch over him, and take care of him until they found him a cure. That was her mission and the attack she had endured that morning was proof that she had taken on the most important role.

She had spent a month wishing she could look for him, and now here he was.

But why did she feel that question in the depths of her heart?

What was she still looking for?

"...Yes, hello. I'd like to speak to Mr. Hunt please." Lucius suddenly spoke into his phone for the first time since promising he'd call Gotham General. When his voice broke through the silence, Diana understood in that very moment that he must have heard their entire conversation.

That knowledge made her cheeks feel warm, but she couldn't fathom as to why. All she knew was that she was locked into a staring contest with the one and only Bruce Wayne. His confidence in this state was something she had seen before but had never felt in full effect, and it made her both excited to work alongside him once again while equally anxious for what tomorrow would bring them.

[memorydragon]

ATTN: SuperBat shippers

I’m not really one of you, so forgive me if this has been mentioned before or if it’s well-known in SB circles.  However, I have seen nothing about it, and I’d always meant to write up something on it, so while I have your attention, let me talk about something that is relevant to your interests.

Now, I have no idea if this was in the script, or if this was Hans Zimmer and Junkie XL being Cole Porter fans, but let’s talk a bit about When Bruce Met Clark and Night and Day was the underscored theme.

Sadly, the film only gives us a bit of the lyrics, just enough to get the Night and Day imagery if you’re unfamiliar with the song.  But me, going into BvS watching it in the theater for the first time, not even gonna lie, I burst out laughing when I heard the song, because the Ship was Strong with that one.  Like, I can’t even.  I still laugh every time I watch the movie, because the Strength of Shipping is just so fucking real.

It’s not just that BvS put a love song there (which they absolutely did).  BvS put a song about obsession there.  Because that’s what this song is about, complete obsession.  

Like the beat, beat, beat of the tom tom When the jungle shadows fall Like the tick, tick, tock of the stately clock As it stands against the wall Like the drip, drip, drip of the raindrops When the summer show'are is through So a voice within me keeps repeating You, you, you

Here we have the opening of the song, which was omitted in the movie to go straight to the more well-known parts of the song.  But this part of the song is all mostly one relentless note.  You’re getting repetition, not just in the words like beat beat beat, tick tick tock, drip drip drip, but also with the same note.

Obsession is repetitive and relentless, which is exactly how both Clark and Bruce were about each other in the film.  Bruce was, ever since the Battle of Metropolis, angry over the lives lost and getting angrier.  Everything you see him do in the movie is to get the Kryptonite.  Honestly, I don’t have to go too in depth on the extremes of his obsession here, because that’s fairly extensively documented elsewhere, I’m sure.  The movie was really not subtle on this part.  

Clark, on the other hand, refuses to give up on the Batman article regardless of what Perry says.  He doesn’t listen when the woman says “Only people scared of him are people that got reason to be.”  When he’s talking to Perry, he absolutely privileges one point of view over the other.  He’s just as obsessed with taking down Batman as Bruce is with taking down Superman.  Remember, Lois was not there to stop Batman from killing Clark.  She was there to stop Clark from killing Batman.  

So yes, I burst out laughing because honestly, they couldn’t have found a singular more perfect song for the ship in this movie if they tried.  But let’s continue on with the lyrics.

Night and day You are the one Only you 'neath the moon Or under the sun Whether near to me or far No matter, darling where you are I think of you Night and day

Like, It’s only you.  While there are some lovely scenes between Clark and Lois, and teasing hints of WonderBat in BvS, the movie ultimately isn’t about those relationships.  The movie is about how two people hated each other so much that they nearly ended up killing each other.  Strong hate is a very high emotion.  And let’s face it, Enemies-to-Lovers is absolutely a thing that I know people are interested in.  And I’m pretty sure without looking there’s probably some hate sex fics written for five minutes after that scene.  That and Bruce’s bondage-y dream sequence, but that’s another matter entirely...

Day and night Why it is so That this longing for you Follows wherever I go In the roarin' traffic's boom In the silence of my lonely room I think of you Night and day

Sadly, Clark’s thoughts in his lonely room were more about the media perceptions of him and Bruce’s were about giant bats eating him in his nightmares.  But one can make quite a case for Bruce the rest of the time being focused on the White Portuguese.

Night and day Under the hide of me There's an oh such a hungry Yearnin' burnin' inside of me And it's torment won't be through 'Til you let me spend my life Making love to you Day and night Night and day

And this stanza was really why I burst out laughing, because as a Cole Porter fan, I do know all the words to this song.  Because this ‘torment’ is exactly what Bruce and Clark are feeling for each other, albeit with more hate than love at this point.  It’s a burning yearning to fight each other, either through words or fists.  

Like I said, guys.  I’m not really one of you.  I prefer to go Shiploose and fancy free in DC fandom, when I’m not having Trinity queer-platonic-ing feels all over the place.   But like, Respect.  The person behind this musical feat is honestly a hard core shipper, and I respect that.  Like, you got your ship song in there and it’s perfect and brilliant, and I respect that level of shipping and the new levels the movie reached because of it.  So this is for you, SuperBat shippers.  

And if you don’t believe me, have this scene from the De-Lovely movie.  Obviously, this song was meant to be gay af.

[autumnhobbit]

I wanted to please reach out to you and ask what you feel Bruce's: love language(s) are and how you believe a partner would best be able to support/express their love for him (and vice-versa). I know some will say "well, look at WonderBat/BatCat" but that's DC writers and I would like to please hear from you and other Bruce fans, please. Do you believe Bruce is secretly a mushy centered, affectionate, attached (needing to know where his S/O is at all times cuz danger) person?

well uh. I admit first off to nearly-despising all the current obsession with “love languages,” but I’ll give it a go, I guess.

For this, I’m probably gonna shamelessly project—as an istj and fellow cynic—on my man Bruce.

First of all, let’s take a look at what we know about Bruce in general:

•He’s traumatized: and his trauma has a tendency to make him paranoid and closed-off for fear of further pain—whether from attachment or betrayal. •He usually does not intendto come off as heartless or outright cruel: we can see that he does care for certain individuals and trust them, but he very rarely comes out and obviously says so. His tells are usually more subtle, and communicated nonverbally, if at all. When he doesverbally communicate affection or pride or other emotional sentiments, he’s usually awkward or lays it on a bit thick. In short, he’s ridiculously sentimental when he decides to be or feels he needs to be. •He has a tendency towards miscommunication and misunderstanding due to this; which, unfortunately, he often does little to nothing to correct. •He is a man with a secret. A man with a secret constantly hides what he’s really thinking, avoids ever being genuinely vulnerable or open in conversation, and dodges through contact and interaction with others as quickly and smoothly as he can.

In the event that he decided someone was worth his time and energy to care about, I think at the very least he would make sincere effort to dial back some of his more difficult traits and to be a little more openly kind and loving. He wouldn’t be perfect and he wouldn’t be instantly fixed by love, either.

I think he’d very much appreciate someone who continually proved that his faith in them was warranted, someone who was perceptive enough to understand his true motivations and/or forgiving enough to be patient with his negative traits, but also someone with a spine, who can stand on their own and doesn’t need him for anything, just wants him.

So, in the end……..,,i think bruce basically just kind of wants what everyone wants. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ This reply kind of doesn’t adhere to the whole categorization thing that love languages usually have, but Bruce is kind of a complex person so I don’t know if he would necessarily fit into any categories cleanly. I know I’ve never found any of them appealing, but that’s just me.

Long story short, no, I don’t believe he’s necessarily a big mushy teddy bear “on the inside.” He’s always going to have his issues and always going to have to fight against them. No matter how much I might think my motivations are good, my actions are what matter. And aside from that, one can be deceived even on the nature of their true motivations. Even if Bruce wants to be all affectionate and mushy and whatever, there’s always going to be something in his way, holding him back. I believe a sign that he cares is that he makes the effort to push back.

Anyway, hopefully that wasn’t a completely pointless meta, there.

[annaoi]

what are your thoughts on wonderbat in justice league?

HOOOO BOY. Well, I’m really happy with how it came out. It’s just like the JLU WonderBat and It’s how I would’ve wanted it. Subtle and not the in-your-face kind of moments. And…. (spoilers under the cut)

The argument was like something I’ve read/seen in the comics, cartoons and fanfics. Though I think it needs some tweaking with the execution, it’s a natural WonderBat thing especially when they were just starting the team. Both have strong personalities and are going to clash at some point. Them saying sorry to each other was perfect! Because the WonderBat dynamic is supposed to be like that too - always making peace with each other after an argument. 

I love the subtlety and their moments together, and I’m looking forward for more. 

Also, I internally squealed when I saw the following:

Alfred shipping them xD. Yes Alfred, we know you need grandkids

WonderBat protecting each other as expected

Diana being at home in the cave and Bruce letting her use his computer

Diana not letting Bruce die by having the team (besides herself) protect him xD

Them at the end, planning to restore the Wayne mansion and the “room for more”.

[neighborhood-nori]

What I want from Justice League 2017 is....

Lots of subtle wonderbat moments like even as bffs. For example I would love if Diana constantly breaks into the batcave and Bruce is just sitting there like "really, I mean I am impressed but like I literally programmed your fingerprints into the system already you don't have to break in..." and then Bruce doing the same thing to her like Diana is just chilling drinking chamomile tea and reading a book by her apartment window in a big comfy chair and all of a sudden you see this black figure appear behind her perched outside the window and without even turning around she is like "Bruce. I gave you a goddamn key for a reason, use it." And then proceeding to open the window for him. That's all I want in life really.