#subtle WonderBat

[beeceit]

Character breakdown for Tim annnnnnd also Bruce 👀

How I feel about this character

All the people I ship romantically with this character

My non-romantic OTP for this character

My unpopular opinion about this character

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

Tim

THE CHARACTER OF ALL TIME EVER EVER EVER EVER EVER!!! HE'S MY LITTLE GUY! HE SUCKS SO BAD! HE'S AN ASSHOLE! HE'S A LOSER! HE'S TERRIBLE WITH PEOPLE! HE'S NOSY AND INSENSITIVE AND PUSHY! HE BELIEVES PEOPLE CAN ALWAYS CHANGE! HE HAS HOPE! HE BELIEVES IN KINDNESS! HE WILL ALWAYS TRY TO DO THE RIGHT THING NO MATTER WHAT! HE'S SO FULL OF LOVE HE'S GOING TO BURST! HE'S ENDEARING! HE'S FUNNY AS SHIT! HE GOES :3 AND EEP!

Conner (I'm not exactly subtle about it), Steph, and I don't necessarily mind Bernard, I just wish they'd do something interesting with them

Tim and Cassie!!!! They never should've dated, they were both drowning in grief and clung to each other because they understood, but it makes sense why they did when you put yourself in their shoes. They love each other so much and they're so supportive of each other, I wish I saw more appreciation of their relationship

It's hard to really pick an unpopular opinion because most of mine are either popular with fanon only people who share my opinions but are weird about it, or canon purist people who are so anti-fanon they will reject actual canon if it seems to close to fanon. Tim IS an insomniac (so are all bats, and most heroes in general really) but not to the point of not being able to function. Tim DOES like coffee (AND zesti, why do people make it out to be a one or the other thing???) and probably has an unhealthy relationship with caffeine due to the demands of vigilantism but it's not the only thing he drinks, Tim WAS a stalker and absolutely followed batman, robin, AND nightwing (plus the Titans) around and took pictures (read alpod, there ain't no way in hell he knew all that without having followed at LEAST Dick, those pictures couldn't have ALL come from newspapers, and he was way too good at stalking Bruce for the pictures he brought Dick for it to have been a one time deal) but he was 11 at absolute youngest when he started doing that (I've seen someone claim he followed them at FOUR! FOUR!!!! MY BROTHER JUST TURNED 5 AND HE STILL PISSES HIMSELF SOMETIMES AND CAN'T READ, NO FOUR YEAR OLD IS FUCKING STALKING BATMAN), The Drakes loved their son very much and made sure all of his physical needs were met but they were still emotionally neglectful/absent/fought in front of him/should've had more of a role in raising him than they did

I wish Tim had a team again and we saw more of him with his friends, he's the team up robin tm he needs a group to really sparkle

Bruce

Dear fucking lord this man is a mess. I'll reshare my character bingo post for him because I do not have the energy to go into detail just how complicated my feelings are about him

Superbat ftw, batcat, superwonderbat I like brutalia well enough but I like them much better as complicated exes who still have feelings for each other

Superbat again but not romantic, I contain multitudes. also him and diana. I don't go for wonderbat personally, I prefer them as very intimate friends unless clark is a part of the dynamic, but their friendship is everything

He's a broken man trying his best and his best isn't good enough. He genuinely loves his children and tries to do right by them but he still hurts them, no matter how much he doesn't want to or is actively trying not to. He has the potential to be a wonderful father, and I think he's much closer to a good father than a bad one (at least when he's written well) but his baggage stops him from reaching his potential

I wish Joker would die, PERMANENTLY, right in front of him and in so gruesome a way he can't even TRY to resuscitate him. And I want it to not directly be his fault, but due to something he hypothetically COULD have prevented if he had more time and information. I want it to haunt him

[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.

[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.

[swansolstice]

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.

[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

[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.

[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.

[gothamskittyqueen-blog]

It's a strange feeling when your boyfriend is SO fucking set on "Wonderbat" when you're playing the role of catwoman. Is it a subtle message? I dont even know. But like seriously, why so set on that when your girlfriend is catwoman.

[wayneprincess]

Okay but aside from being an awesome character on his own, I will forever love John Stewart for shipping Wonderbat and having balls to tease Batman about his crush on Diana (and Diana having a crush on Bruce).

Also I know that y'all probably watched the original version but let me tell you something as a person who grew up watching JLU in their native language and could compare them - aside from the fact that Polish voice actors did brilliant job and yeah, I still think some of them fit the characters better than their American counterparts (don't fight me, it's nostalgia speaking - but seriously, Polish Question is everything) - the characters and their relationships were written so well that the translators and dubbing directors had no problem figuring out the subtle tensions, subdued attraction and chemistry.

In conclusion, I gotta do a rewatch in both Polish and English

[toughguywithbossygirlfriend]

Krypton Worships WonderBat !

(Edit from Action Comics(1938) Issue 871)

Action Comics(1938) Issue 871-874  Writer : Geoff Johns   Artist : Pete Woods

Action Comics(1938) Issue 875-889  Writer : Greg Rucka   Artist : different

Well ... not really.. these are Flamebird and Nightwing. Two lesser entities of the Kryptonian pantheon. Still, Every time I see the golden birdlike symbol on Flamebirds red costume (with her high boots) next to Nightwings black one with a yellow Bat looking symbol on the chest ... it makes me think of Diana and Bruce ...  It is hard to think DC didn’t have Wonder Woman and Batman in mind when they created the costumes for that Duo.

(From DC Comics “Action Comics”(1938) Issue 871 from January 2009)

But the similarities don’t stop there ... She is much more powerful then him. She is ready to kill if there is no other way, but he refuses anyway. He has a weird disease that will make him age fast thru bursts and die of old age in weeks, making her life seeming immortal compared to his. She’s in charge but he only listens when he wants too. He’s smart but while she wields immense destructive fire power his more subtle telekinetic power is most efficient with technology. Flamebird’s guiding force is “Love” and Nightwing’s lonely mission was to “seek out evil and corruption” hiding in darkness.

Kind of a lot of parallels with Diana and Bruce, don’t you think ?

Flamebird and Nightwing are supposed to be Dragon-like godlike creatures from early Krypton’s past, Partners, Mates and Opposites/Complements (like the Yin and the Yang, or Diana and Bruce)... They are constantly reborn (or incarnate), must find each other, fall in Love with each other then are betrayed by one of their friends and get killed.... a Greek tragedy ...

[saultnpeppah]

Paris

I know, I know. Super late, but I am trying to get this done slowly but surely. I hope you all still enjoy this story I wrote for Day 3 of the WonderBat Holiday event. Theme for day 3 was: Sexy.

This one is set in the DCEU

December 24. Wayne Residence - Paris, France. 16:54.

"I can't believe you let Ms. Diana talk you into this."

I turn to face Alfred, my butler, the man who has been like a father to me for more years than my actual father was able to. He shrugs his shoulders and turns towards the blinking oven, but I can tell there is a smug smile on his face. There is always a smug smile on his face when he mentions Diana.

Alfred thinks he is subtle. He thinks his witty comments and snarky jabs go unnoticed, but I can hear them. I always hear them. So does she. And the more I think about it, the more I think she enjoys them, like it some sort of validation to what she wants to believe. I guess that's why she loves Alfred so much. He humors the idea that we could be something more than teammates, something more than friends, and as much as I would love to agree, I can't let myself go down that path again.

I gave up on love, happiness, and a prospect at having someone there for me, a long time ago. I have lost too many people: my parents, Dick, Jason, Selina. The last person I want to risk losing is Diana, so I will bite the bullet and push her away. I will keep her away from burrowing deep into my chest, not allowing her to grab hold of my heart, no matter how much I would love it. Diana is amazing and beautiful, both inside and out. I am not proud of the number of times I've imagined holding that beautiful body in my arms as I kissed her lips, making love to her throughout the night. It's something I want more than anything, but I know I can't have her.

"It's been over a century since she's had a meal with close friends," I say, finally taking a break from my thoughts to respond to Alfred's comment. "She wanted a dinner with everyone instead of a gift."

Alfred nods but doesn't turn from the oven that has now begun to beep, signalling the roast he has been cooking is nearly done. He pulls the roast from the oven and places it on the island behind him, the smug smirk on his face never fading as he wipes a hand on the apron over his shirt and slacks. "What?" I ask, taking a sip from the glass in my hand, letting the wine relax my nerves. I know having Diana over for dinner shouldn't make me nervous, we've done it many times, but it will be the first time I've seen her since the incident at the lake.

That incident….I wish I could take it back, but at the same time, I wish I could make it happen all over again. She had forced me to go ice skating on the lake near my house, and I had kissed her, and like a fool, I ran away. I always run away. It's much easier than facing those unresolved feelings. Call me a coward, but it's easier to blame the mission in Gotham and my never ending commitment issues, than to fall in love and get hurt once more. I'd rather not go through that all over again.

Alfred glances over his shoulder at my way and shakes his head. "Well, if you're going to sit there and try to convince me that you do not have any feelings for Ms. Diana, then it would do you well to wipe that smile off your face. It screams of a man in love."

I pull the wine glass from my lips and scowl at Alfred. I want to yell at him, but I know I can't, because the truth is, I am in love with Diana. It started when I caught her stealing my drive at Luthor's party, the first night I laid eyes on her. I had never seen someone that beautiful, that breathtaking. That was the first night I had dreamed of her, albeit it had not been as wholesome as I'd like to admit. Then she saved my life and fought beside Clark and I, and I finally understood the secret she had been hiding. She was the first person I went to when it came to finding the others, and the more and more we discussed things, the longer and longer her dinner visits would become, until one night she left and I realized I wanted her to never leave again. I was in love with her- am in love with her- and I wish I was man enough to admit it to her.

I open my mouth to respond to him, however the doorbell rings, interrupting me. Alfred and I turn towards the door, both knowing the woman we have been discussing is behind the door, along with a man who can hear any remaining conversation we decide to have. "I'll get it," I say, placing my nearly empty wine glass on the counter, before I make my way to the front door of the vacation home I own in Paris.

When Diana had made a comment about wanting to have the team together for Christmas, I had jokingly offered to host a dinner at my house. The look on her face at that moment was so pure, so innocent, I knew I couldn't take it back, so instead I began to arrange for travel to Paris, where my parent's old vacation home was. I knew my home in Gotham would not be spacious enough for everyone, and the old manor was still going through renovations for the League's headquarters, so it was the only place available for all of us to enjoy our dinner. Alfred was all too happy to cook for everyone, and everyone, although slightly confused by my sudden invitation to a Christmas dinner, was all too happy with a free trip to Paris.

I reach the front door and take a moment to inhale deeply, trying to regain my composure, before I reach out for the handle. I slowly open the door and plaster a small grin on my face, happy to see the, mostly, happy group of people standing on the stoop. "Merry Christmas Eve!" the person in the front exclaims. Mrs. Kent smiles widely before she hugs her jacket close to her body, giving me a small wave, before she looks over her shoulder at the lights from the city. I wonder if this is the first time she has ever left the country.

"You too, Mrs. Kent," I say, offering her a small smile. "Please, come inside." I move aside and let the older woman into the house, watching as a shiver runs down her spine when she lets the warmth of the house hit her cold body.

Behind Mrs. Kent is Clark, who is holding a pile of wrapped gifts. His eyes meet mine and he only shrugs before he steps inside. "Ma made me," he whispers on his way in, and in that moment I let out a small chuckle. Mrs. Kent is persistent if nothing else.

Ever since I saved her that night, the night I decided to end my meaningless persecution against the Superman, Martha Kent has been a beacon of hope for me. She is one of the sweetest women I have come to know, and I am absolutely positive when I say Clark is absolutely one of the luckiest men alive to have her as his mother; I feel as if Clark has voiced this to his mother as Martha has treated me like the second son she never had after I bought the farm back from the bank.

Lois walks into the house after Clark, her jacket covering half her face as she braces against the cold. Her red hair peeks out from under a knitted cap and she has her nose covered by a matching knitted scarf. "Bruce," she greets as she rushes into the house, into the warmth.

"Ms. Lane," is all I say, before I turn towards the door just in time to see Barry run into the room. He opens his mouth to speak, but I already know what he's wanting to know. "Kitchen is down the hall to the right," I say. He is off with only a flash of lightning surrounding the spot in which he once stood, before I even finish my sentence.

Arthur walks in next, his heavy coat the same one I have seen him wear multiple times. Even a king enjoys a familiar item of clothing. He walks in and gives me a nod, before his eyes glance up at the ceiling, taking in the chandelier that dangles from the middle of the tall ceiling. "Damn, Wayne," he says with a whistle.

"Aren't you a king?" Victor asks, walking in behind him. "Don't you have a throne made of gold or something?"

Arthur shrugs. The two of them walk into the house, leaving the last person out on the stoop, the one person I've been waiting to see for two weeks.

She stands there, dressed in a pair of jeans, red blouse, black boots, and a black jacket. Her hair is pulled back into a high ponytail and over her ears is a knitted hair band, keeping the cold from hitting her ears. She looks up from the phone in her hand and notices me staring at her, offering me a quiet smile. She doesn't say anything, only nods, and in that moment I know: she's still thinking of the last kiss we shared - the last kiss I screwed up by awkwardly running away.

Diana steps inside, out of the cold, and I close the door, my eyes never leaving her body. She is so beautiful, and part of me wants to reach out and grab her, pull her close, and kiss her senseless, let her know that that is all I've been thinking of doing since she jumped into her car and drove off. But I won't do it in front of our friends, and with the way she is avoiding my gaze, I know it would be a terrible thing to do without talking to her first. So I settle for a small nod, silently whispering her name, flashing her a smile when she turns to finally face me. She smiles back, genuinely smiles, and I know all hope is not lost. Maybe I'll be able to win her over once again - if only we can get through this meal.

December 24. Wayne Residence - Paris, France. 20:47.

"Alfred, dinner was wonderful."

Alfred looks up from his seat besides me and gives Mrs. Kent a wide smile, before he nods towards the older woman. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," he says. "Would anyone like another glass of wine?"

Alfred looks at me and I shift my eyes towards Diana, before I raise my glass, silently asking him to fill my cup. Diana has ignored me all night, and the more I stare at her, watching as she fiddles with a loose strand of fabric on her jeans, the more I realize she is embarrassed about what happened at the lake. She thinks I didn't want her, that I don't want her - if only she knew how wrong she is.

Alfred gives me a look, trying to decipher what is wrong with me and Diana, before he raises the wine bottle and asks who else would like a refill. Diana is quick to raise her glass, and Alfred obliges, filling her cup, before he moves to fill Clark's.

"Well, I'd love to stay and chat," Arthur says with a smug smile, and we all know he would much rather leave and go back home to Mera; I wonder why he didn't bring her. "But a King's duty is never done." He stands from his seat and walks to the door, grabbing a bottle of whiskey off the counter as he leaves the room. "You mind?" he asks over his shoulder, not bothering to wait for an answer before he is out of ear reach and at the door.

I ignore Arthur and continue to watch Diana. Besides, he took the cheap whiskey anyway.

Martha is the next to stand from her seat. "Alfred, let me help you with clearing the table," she says, grabbing her plate, Clark's, and Lois'. She doesn't even let Alfred protest before she's in the kitchen, trying to clean up the mess we've all made.

Victor and Barry are the next to leave, when Victor gets an alert that a bank in Central City is being robbed. "It never ends," is all Barry says as he runs out of the room, only to come back seconds later to pile the remaining dinner rolls in his arms. He shoves one into his mouth and gives us a wink, before he's out of the room once more, earning a chuckle from Diana and Lois, and a groan from Victor, who only places his hand over his face and grumbles something incoherent as he leaves the house.

Clark and Lois stay for a while longer, entertaining both Diana and I until Alfred shoos Mrs. Kent from the kitchen, telling her she has done her fair share of cleaning and should enjoy the holidays. The three quickly say their goodbyes, and I thank them for coming. When they leave I turn to Diana, who sits quietly on the couch in the living room, nursing her glass of wine. She watches me with fierce eyes, deciding whether she should stay and entertain whatever excuses come out of my mouth tonight, or get up and leave like the others; I am grateful when she makes no move to get up.

I quickly walk over to her, grabbing my own half empty glass of wine from the head of the table, and take a seat on the couch besides her, letting my knee gently graze hers as I take a sip from the glass. It is quiet as both of us stare at the fireplace in front of us, neither knowing how to start the conversation we so desperately need to have. I can tell she is itching to ask me why I left, but she is also very aware of how I might respond….but I don't think I can take this silence much longer.

Diana takes another sip from her wine, before she clears her throat, places the wine on the table in front of her, and turns to fully face me. "Are we going to ignore what happened?" she asks. "Because if I recall, you're the one who kissed me."

She is very blunt and I can't help but smirk at the way she recalls that event. "Yes, and yes," is all I say, forcing her to frown. It nearly breaks my heart in two to see that frown on her face, knowing I am the one who caused it. "Diana," I begin, placing my hand gently on her arm. She glances down at the hand on her bicep and I know she is struggling not to respond to my touch, just as much as I am struggling not to respond to touching her. But there's something about her arm in my hand, her body so close to mine, that is making it nearly impossible to think.

"Bruce," she warns, as her eyebrows furrow. She has gotten this speech from me many times before and I can tell she is tired of it. "If we are going to continue to be nothing more than teammates, nothing more than friends, you need to make up your mind."

I chuckle. It is a nervous response and a defense tactic I've perfected over the years. "Why would you want to be involved with someone like me?" I ask jokingly, however the look in her eyes tells me she does not think this is a joking matter.

She pulls my hand from her arm and places it in between hers. "Because I love you," she confesses, and it takes me by surprise. "You are an amazing man. A brilliant, kind, caring man, who is selfless in everything you do, and you are my dear friend," she says, squeezing my hand gently.

I place my glass of wine on the table near hers, confused by her latest confession. Diana cannot be in love with me. Diana should not be in love with me. To the outside world, I am a narcissistic playboy who only flaunts the money my dead parents left me to get attention. To her, I am a nutcase who dresses like a bat and fights criminals nightly. No sane woman would ever dare admit to loving someone like me.

But when Diana squeezes my hand once more and flashes me one of the most radiant smiles, I know it is true, and I know without a doubt, I want her, more than anything.

I place my free hand on her face, cupping her cheek, and watch as she closes her eyes, letting my hand warm her face. My thumb gently swipes over her lips, the lips I've been wanting to kiss all night, and she smiles, kissing the pad of my thumb as one of her hands covers the one on her face. Without a word I pull her close, letting our lips crash together in one of the best kisses I've ever had. Her hands move to grab my collar, pulling me closer, and I smirk against her lips when she gasps as I run my tongue along her bottom lip.

Suddenly she pulls away, and I am left both confused and wanting more. "Diana?" I ask, questioning why she is doing this. Is she having second thoughts? Is she realizing this is actually all a mistake?

Diana only grins as she rises from the sofa and takes a step down the hallway. "You didn't think it would be that easy, did you, Bruce?" she calls over her shoulder, before she disappears into one of the rooms.

I let out a groan as I bury my head into my hands. This is all I ever wanted, and now she's making me work harder for it. I stand from the couch and make my way to the room, a grin on my face when I see Diana sitting in the middle of the bed. "A little presumptuous, aren't we?" I ask. Diana only shrugs.

"Either you walk out and let me sleep, and we'll pretend the whole thing didn't happen," she says. She lifts her feet so she can unzip her boots, pulling them off as she stares at me, tossing them onto the floor. "Or you can finally admit you share the same feelings, and we can both retire here for the night." Diana pulls her hair from her ponytail, letting her long tresses fall to her shoulders, and I am instantly hit with that all too familiar smell.

It doesn't take long before I have my answer. It has been the answer all along, only I was too much of a coward, too willing to hide behind the cowl, to admit to it. I quickly turn on my heel and face the doorway, and I can hear her let out a small sad sigh as she thinks I am about to walk out. Instead, I grab the door and close it quietly, locking it quickly so Alfred will not disturb us, before I turn to see her grinning.

I quickly walk to where she sits and join her on the bed, undoing the knot in the tie around my neck as I take a seat besides her. "You're so stubborn, Bruce," she says with a smile, placing her hand on my thigh. "Why didn't you just tell me how you felt after we defeated Steppenwolf?"

I give her another chuckle. "You knew how I felt," I say.

I watch as she flashes me a small smile, before she lets her eyes wander over me, settling on the tie that hangs loosely around my neck. "But I wanted to hear you admit to it," she says softly, as she continues to watch me. She remains quiet as the question burns the deepest part of her soul. "Bruce," she finally says, watching as my eyes move to meet hers, "Are you in love with me?"

Instantly I'm hit with two emotions, fear and love, and I don't know which one is weighing heavier on my heart. There is part of me that fears hearing that question, just as I have from many women before. Loving someone means opening myself to the potential to get hurt. But this isn't anyone. This is Diana, and loving Diana…...well that is a feeling I can't explain.

I move closer to Diana, placing my hand gently on her shoulder, watching as she continues to look me deep in the eyes, waiting for my answer. My fingers curl in her hair, earning another smile, and I can't help but look down at the lips that beg for my kisses. "I am," I finally answer. "Since the first moment I saw you," I confess.

Diana only moves closer to me, wraps her hand in the loose tie around my neck, and pulls gently. It's not enough to move me, but I take the hint and fall towards her, watching as she lays on the bed and pulls me on top of her, before she pulls me down for a kiss.

My heart begins to beat faster as her other arm loops around my neck, pulling me closer to her body. It elicits an uncontrollable response from my body and the only way I am able to respond is with a low growl, nipping her bottom lip in an attempt to hear a response from her. I am rewarded when she gasps from underneath me, yanking the tie from around my neck and tossing it to the floor, before her hand finds the buttons of my vest. She quickly unbuttons my vest, closing her eyes when my wandering hands find a particularly sensitive spot on her lower back. She whispers my name and unbuttons my shirt, exposing my bare and scarred chest to the cold winter air, before her hands snake up my torso, up to my chest, and onto my shoulders, before she pushes the shirt and vest off my body, letting them join my discarded tie on the floor.

Diana's hands fall to my waistband and she works quickly to undo my belt, pulling it from my belt loops, as I kick off my shoes. My lips move from Diana's and I begin to trail a path down her neck, planting sweet kisses on the bare skin I can find, finding it harder and harder to concentrate the more she moans underneath me. Diana moves to my pants and she unbuttons them, and suddenly the trousers are much too tight, pushing against my growing need for the woman who has invaded my every thought for nearly two years.

Without a word, I pull away from Diana, smirking at the look of disappointment on her face when my lips leave her body. I unzip my pants and quickly push them down my legs, leaving me in only a pair of boxers. I watch as Diana takes the time to yank her blouse over her head, letting it fall to the growing pile on the floor, before she leans back onto the bed, propping herself up on her elbows, a smirk on her face as she takes in my nearly naked body. Her eyes fall to the button keeping my boxers closed, keeping me confined in the article of clothing, and I can't help but smirk. I knew she wasn't as innocent as everyone was made to believe.

I climb on top of her, capturing her lips with my own, startling her for a second. She, however, recovers quickly, running her tongue along my lips, begging for entry. I open my mouth and close my eyes with a small gasp, as her hand travels down my chest to the waistband of my boxers, and our tongues begin to fight for dominance.

My eyes open when I feel Diana reach into my boxers and wrap her hand around me. Her hand on my bare skin is driving me wild, but when she starts to stroke me, I am unable to control myself. I pull my lips from hers and let out a deep moan, digging my fingers into her bare hips, silently warning her that if she continues her movements, the big event will be over before she is even completely nude. Diana ignores my warning and continues to move her hand, smirking as I let out a groan.

I quickly reach up and unhook her bra, yanking the lacy article of clothing from her body, releasing her perfect breasts for my eyes to feast on. It's only a moment before my mouth is on one of her breasts, nipping and licking the smooth skin I find. Diana responds with a moan of her own, squeezing me gently. My hands trail down to her jeans and I unbutton them, gently pull down the zipper, and pull them, along with her underwear, down her legs, leaving the Amazon goddess completely bare in my bed.

Diana's hand releases me, and I know she is wanting the same thing I want; I will no longer deny her or I something we've wanted for years. My boxers are off in a moment and I am soon laying on top of her, our bare bodies pressed together as my lips find hers once more. My hips move and my breath catches in my throat as I begin to push into her, into the warmth I have only been able to dream of until this moment. Diana lets out a small moan, shutting her eyes when I begin my slow and torturous pace, and I only know it's a matter of time before she forces me to speed up.

"Bruce," Diana says after a gasp. One of her hands grabs my shoulder, letting her nails dig into the unscarred skin found there, as the other grips the sheets tightly. My hips move faster and I grab Diana's legs, hiking them up around my waist, allowing me to move deeper; there is obviously no disapproval from Diana, as her moans become louder and more frequent.

I continue to thrust, faster and harder, as I bury my face in the crook of Diana's neck. I continue to nip and suck on the skin I find, the noises coming from the mouth of the woman I am making sweet delicious love to inspiring me more and more each moment. I know Diana is near her end, I can feel it; I will not be far behind.

I thrust a few more times, mentally reminding myself I am not done until I give Diana the best orgasm of her life. Diana's hand rests on my arm and she digs her nails into my flesh, as her body tightens around me. She arches her back and calls my name, finally giving into her body's desire. She forces my release when she clenches around me, and I call her name into the quiet room, biting her shoulder as I try to regain some form of control. Diana is the only woman who has done this - the only woman who has made me lose control like this.

I pull away from Diana with one final kiss, before I lay on the bed besides her, both of us staring at the ceiling in silence, trying to gather our thoughts. The only sound in the room is that of our labored breathing, letting each other know we were victorious in giving the other a well needed workout, especially after all the food consumed earlier. We continue to stare at the ceiling, neither knowing what to say. We have finally crossed that line from friends to lovers, and although I know it should scare me, I smile knowing I welcome the change.

"Now I know why women love sleeping with you, Bruce," Diana says, attempting to chuckle. She, however, is still trying to control her breathing, and merely turns to face me, gently placing a hand on my chest.

I don't say anything in response. Nothing I say can truly articulate how I feel. Instead I pull her close, letting her rest her head on my chest, as I wrap an arm around her back. I open my mouth to say something, wanting to tell her how amazing this was, when there is a knock on the door. Diana sits up quickly, the sudden realization that we were not alone in the house hitting her; I could care less, as Alfred has walked in on many of my nightly escapades with women.

"Master Wayne, Ms. Diana," Alfred begins. His voice is neutral and pleasant, but I know the old man is harboring a smirk that would make even the Joker jealous. "Master Kent is here and says you're both needed downtown. Something about Luthor and a museum."

I turn to Diana, who only blushes as the realization that Clark and his super hearing has also heard what we were doing; who am I kidding, anyone within a one block radius would have heard what we were doing. She sinks into the bed and pulls the covers over her face, embarrassed. I only chuckle, glad to know the most perfect woman in the world can still be embarrassed from time to time. I'll have to keep that in mind. "Tell him we'll be there as soon as we can," I say through the door.

I turn to Diana, laughing once more when I notice she hasn't come out from under the covers. Without a word I yank the covers from her body, smirking when she lets out a small shriek. "Bruce!" she exclaims, trying to keep the warmth that has settled over her body from disappearing into the cold room.

"It's okay," I begin, my smirk growing as I glance over her naked body once more. "I think I know a way that can warm you up."

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