#wonderbatmilestones

[eziosofia]

Diana and Bruce + marriage 

You shouldn’t come back to see me anymore. Don’t be ridiculous. You’re my husband. Diana...it’s time.

[fyeahwonderbat]

🎆 New WonderBat Event!? 🎆

Hello my fellow Amazons and Batpeople! Today, I am here to announce to you the next WonderBat event, organized by the WonderBat Crew on twitter! It is called:

🎆  WonderBat Milestones Event  🎆

We have five days of themes for you, from July 2nd to July 6th, to highlight the milestones in WonderBat’s life together. With the help of wcrriorcouple, we have these beautiful banners for each of the days. Have a look!

Just like events in the past, you can make anything that is relevant to WonderBat and the theme of the day! From fanfics to fanart to cosplay photos to texts - anything! Wherever your WonderBat creativity takes you!

I am posting the event a month in advance in the hopes that everyone will have enough time to join in during the week of the event. Feel free to send in any questions you might have, and I will be more than happy to answer them! 

If you want to keep updated on the event, please follow the 🎆 #WonderBatMilestones 🎆 tag! Let’s see how much content there will be with the tag when the event comes around. ~ Maiden

[thebatfaminsta]

For day three of the #wonderbatmilestones event I am continuing with a series of posts in conjunction with @fyeahwonderbat for each milestone! Here is day three: lovers which will correlate to maiden’s story!!! 😍❤️👍🏽 The theme of the posts in general will be Bruce and Diana going to Disney World. 🐭 -thebatfaminsta

[sforzanto2711]

DAY5💖CHILDREN YOU BROUGHT IMMEASURABLE HAPPINESS ... YOU ARE THE LOVE OF MY LIFE .... @fyeahwonderbat BATDAD , WONDYMOM & THEIR CHILDREN 😊 #WonderBatMilestones #WONDERBAT #Wonderbatcrew #WonderWomanxBatman #BatmanxWonderWoman #BMWW #JusticeLeague #WonderWoman #batman

[saultnpeppah]

Treasure

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

@fyeahwonderbat

November 24. 13:22. Green Grocer's.

"Did you find everything you were looking for?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh Alfred, I couldn't leave you in the kitchen alone."

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

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

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

October 31. 18:23. Batcave.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

November 24. 13:47. Wayne Manor.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

October 31. 19:01. Wayne Enterprises

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Diana chuckled. "It's been six days, Bruce."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

November 24. 13:59. Wayne Manor

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

November 24. 18:13. Wayne Manor

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh Diana, you turned Bruce into a big ole' softie," Jason remarked, a smirk on his face.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Wonderbat Milestones: Day 3 - Lovers

Title: Deserves To Be Loved

Word Count: 916

Author’s Note: The first one I started, the first one I finished. With that said Diana’s characterization might be a little different than in my other stories. Also she talks kind of different in the beginning.

@fyeahwonderbat

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“I do not understand. Why must we keep our love secret?” Diana asked, her voice a whisper. They were pressed together, her breast pressed against his chest as his hands wandered beneath her skirt. Though Bruce would never admit it, it nearly hurt to be in that position with her. There were no barriers between them besides the clothes on their backs and it was almost overwhelming to be that vulnerable.

“It’s not a secret. My kids know.”

“But our friends do not. Why are we keeping something so big from them?”

Bruce shook his head, refusing to answer the question. Instead, he tilted his head and pressed his lips to hers, a deep moan bubbling up from his chest. Her hands wandered up until they cupped his face, her fingers playing with the edge of his cowl. It was almost uncomfortable, their faces pressed together with his cowl in the way, but he couldn’t bear to remove it. It would just be another layer between them gone.

When they parted, Bruce was nearly out of breath. He hadn’t been holding his breath and even if he had, Bruce knew he could go way longer without air. But it was Diana and she always made him lose his breath. It was one of the things that made her so dangerous.

Then, suddenly, Diana was pushing him away. There wasn’t anywhere to go in the small broom closet Diana had shoved them into to but the inches between them felt like miles.

“Diana?” His voice was pathetically small, the type of voice you’d expect from an 8-year-old that had just lost everything instead of the Dark Knight. Diana glared at the ground, breast heaving. Bruce watched with a hopeful fascination. Did he really make Diana breathless as well?

“I do not want to push you beyond your limits, Bruce, but I was always taught to never hide my heart. I love you and I know you love me, right?” This time Bruce’s voice failed him as it did everytime he tried to say those three words. Somehow he managed to nod and that was enough to make Diana’s eyes sparkle. “Then why hide it? Are you ashamed of us?” Bruce’s neck burned with shame, his jaw clenched and muscles tensed. “Bruce?”

“I’m not ashamed of us. I’m… I’m…” He nearly lashed out as Diana gently pulled back his cowl. Instead, he took one of her hands in his, squeezing it with more pressure than needed. But he knew it wouldn’t hurt her so he just squeezed tighter and tried to get the words - his feelings - off the tip of his tongues.

“You’re what, Bruce?” Diana prompted gently, voice patient and loving. Bruce both hated and loved it, how she seemed to treat him with gentler ever since they got together. It made him feel fragile and weak, like a china doll one breeze away from cracking, but it also made him feel loved in a way he thought he’d never experience. To think that someone, even a fierce warrior who usual pulled no punches, would take the time to be so patient and gentle with him… it blew his mind, to say the least.

“I’m… ashamed… of myself.” Diana’s brows furrowed in confusion and concern. “I’m ashamed of… wanting what I don’t deserve. Of… taking what I don’t deserve. Of keeping you away from something better…”

“You are not keeping me away from anything. If I wanted better, if I thought there was better, then I would go out a get better. You know that, Bruce. I am just as apart of this relationship as you are.”

“But—”

“But nothing. Maybe you do not ‘deserve me’ and maybe I do not ‘deserve�� you. Other than basic human decency, loyalty, and respect, there is no real way to measure what someone deserves in a partner. But love is not about ‘deserving’. It’s about desire, about what our heart wants. And if my heart desires you, and your heart desires me, then what else matters?”

“D…”

“Our friends will be nothing but happy for us, and that’s all that matters. If our friends and your proteges and Donna and Cassie supports us, then who cares what the rest of the world thinks. You make me happy and I hope I make you happy, so let’s share our happiness with everyone.”

It felt like the world was pressing in, collapsing his lungs and stilling his heart. But if he couldn’t do this for Diana, how could he give her anything she deserved? A relationship was about compromise: she had already kept her mouth shut for this long, it wouldn’t be fair of him to ask her to keep silent forever. And what was the chance that no one knew by now? They could only keep sneaking away at the same time for so long before someone put the pieces together. And his kids already knew about their relationship,  having been the ones to push them together. What was the chance that Dick hadn’t told the Titans, that Tim hadn’t told the Teen Titans, that Jason hadn’t told the Outsiders? And once a small portion of the cape community knew, it wasn’t long before everyone knew.

“Okay,” Bruce muttered once his lungs started to expand and his heart began to beat again. He swiftly ducked his head and stole a quick kiss that managed to soothe and frazzle his nerves all at once. “Let’s tell the team. Let’s tell the world.”

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91, Wonderbat please!

thank you anon! this was such fun to fill! it also fills the prompt for @fyeahwonderbat‘s WonderBatMilestones fandom event! great timing!

91 “I can’t breathe” WonderBat | Day 2 WonderBatMilestones: Teammates

Confession

The steady beep of the Watchtower’s medical wing grates on Bruce’s nerves. He hates it, hates the smell, the silence, the lingering air of grief that can’t be scrubbed from the walls. White on white on white. Not even a window to look out at the never-ending blackness of space  that Bruce knows has an end, in theory, but looks like it could stretch on forever.

His cowl is shoved back, but other than that he’s still in full gear, sweating in the incessant heat of the room. He could change, Barry brought him a fresh set of clothes this morning, but Bruce hasn’t been willing to leave her side.

Diana is laid out in the bed, her hair spilling limply across the starched pillows. Tubes and wires twist from her frame. The one down her throat is the most daunting, but it’s the one that’s keeping her alive. They’re monitoring her for now, hoping that something will work, that something might be able to heal Diana. Bruce doesn’t know what else to do but wait.

Yesterday’s battle had been brutal. Bruce came out of it pretty well, though his should still twinges from being dislocated. But Diana…

They need to invest in more comfortable chairs in Medical, Bruce decides. The seat is cramped, the plastic unforgiving, and maybe it’s how it should be. Although fatigue claws at the back of his eyes, sleep is the last thing he wants right now, not while Diana’s laid out on the cot before him, unresponsive and breathing through a tube. It’s a new image to add to the lineup of his nightmares.

He can’t remember the last time he stayed in here this long as a visitor and not as a patient. Usually Bruce prefers to recuperate at the Cave, but there have been times where he’s been in too delicate a state to be moved. Each time he’s woken up in the medical ward, there’s been an ethereal woman watching over him like an angel, gentle smile softening her dazzling blue eyes.  Too many times he’s woken up to that beautiful, soulful smile, gasping in agony. What he would give, what he would sacrifice, to be able to wake up beside her and see that beautiful smile. But now, as she’s lying in front of him so very still, he’d damn his sight just so Diana would wake again.

“Diana.” He takes her hand in his. “I’m sorry.” He should have known about the attack, should have known about their weapons. It’s his fault, he should have know. He should have protected her. Not that Diana has ever been the type to need protecting, not by Bruce, certainly. But today, she did, and he failed her.

He’s failed a lot of people, and this time it still stings. They’re teammates, professionals, and somewhere along the way, somewhere deep within Bruce, there was hope for more, another facet to their relationship. Something warm, something golden, something he always thought was unattainable.

“Love”, Alfred would call it, with a knowing smirk,  “hopelessly so”. Hopeless because of the lives they lead. Hopeless because of the walls Bruce has built, layers and layers of concrete and callousness. Hopeless because Bruce has never learnt to say how he feels. Hopeless because Diana’s slowly dying in this hospital bed and there’s nothing he can do about it.

“Diana, you…” Bruce chuckles softly. “You know how good I am with words.”

No one is listening, no one can hear his confession at this bedside vigil. She can’t hear him, he’s pretty certain of that, and if she can, it’s unlikely she’ll remember if she wakes. When she wakes. Because she will. She has to.

“I think of you, and I want to be better. You make me better. You make me stronger. And then some days, you make me impossibly weak. When I’m near you,” he says, tears falling from his lashes, “I can’t breathe. It terrifies me.” And right now, looking down at her still body against the starched-white sheets, he’s so afraid. His throat tightens, but the floodgates have been opened and the words just keep flowing like a river, unrestrained. “And when I look across at you, when I see you by my side, I know that’s where I want to be. I want to be by your side, in any way you’ll have me. Teammate. Friend.” He swallowed thickly. “Lover. I’m on your side, Diana. Always.”

Bruce scrubs the back of his free hand across his eyes, unsurprised when it comes away wet. Diana always managed to break down his walls, orchestrating a jailbreak for his deepest thoughts and feelings.

“So I need you to wake up, Diana.” He bows his head, bringing Diana’s cool and limp hand to his lips. “I need you.” The words brush against her knuckles like a kiss, a confession.

I love you.

The words stick in his throat, their tiny barbs piercing through his flesh, keeping those three little words lodged in his trachea until he chokes on them.

“Bruce.” There’s a hand at his shoulder, warm and grounding. Clark. Of course he would come. Of course he would come at this exact moment. Of course he would have heard every single word. Bruce grits his teeth but stays silent, the whirl of machines and a persistent heartbeat the only sounds in the room.

“It’s not your fault,” Clark says, finally breaking the silence.

Clark loved her too, a long time ago. Maybe he still does. But that doesn’t matter, not now. This isn’t a contest, and it isn’t the place for jealousy or for blame. Grief coils around them, uniting them as they watch the steady rise and fall of Diana’s chest. Clark offers comfort with his words, with his touch, and Bruce tries to return it. “It’s not yours either,” he says, and the hand at his shoulder tightens a fraction, only for a moment. He hears Clark’s sigh, a sound of disbelief, and yeah, Bruce feels it too. He’ll take the blame, the guilt, as will Clark. It’s just how they are. But blame won’t heal Diana, it won’t fill the hollow cavity of Bruce’s chest.

Clark’s thumb strokes calming circles against Bruce’s shoulder. “She’s going to be okay, B,” he smiles softly. “So you’ll be able to tell her when she wakes up.”

FIN

[crimsonnotion65]

Event 1 for WonderBatMilestones week!

First submission! @fyeahwonderbat

Bruce looked at the table of founders. Clark was speaking of what they were going to do for the week, assigning everyone to different tasks. Bruce thought of the early days of the league. It was rare, but he did ponder what would happen if they all had met in different ways. He looked at Diana, who was listening intently, yet somehow looking bored out of her mind. He tilted his head a bit as he watched her.

What if?

What if...

A large explosion, strong enough to crumble even the strongest building in the world, didn't even burn the skin on Wonder Woman’s body. She walked out of the flame with nothing but ash and soot in patches on her skin. Bruce, dressed in his Batsuit, came out of behind his protection cover. He smirked at the warrior in red, blue, and gold.

“Not bad.” He said. She smirked.

“Please, that was a warm-up.” She replied with a playful smile. She flew off, going after the next alien. He shook his head, still with the smirk on his face, and headed off to the aliens' headquarters.

He heard Wonder Woman’s cry through the doors made out of a gooey substance. She thought he was dead, but he was too good for the creatures. He rescued the trapped heroes and together they had defeated the threat once and for all.

He noticed Wonder Woman’s relieved smile but decided not to say anything about it, heading off to Gotham instead. From there he went back into Bruce Wayne, playboy billionaire who was an idiot, trust fund baby to those who didn’t know him. He watched the news talk about the heroes who had banded together to defend the city people from the extra terrestrial threat. He sighed as he watched a clip of Wonder Woman flying high above one of the aliens, suddenly diving into the cloud of dust that had risen into the air in response to a crumbled building.

Watching her in combat had piqued Bruce’s interest. She had a certain style he had never seen before. And to come out unscathed minus a few patches ash and soot? He almost rendered her flawless. But being skeptical as usual, he knew there was one tiny flaw about her, there had to be. Despite the long, tanned legs, and lovely locks of raven hair that flowed behind her uniform of red, blue, and gold, she was flawed. Bruce just didn’t know what yet.

He stood and stretched before turning off the screen in front of him. He walked out of his living room, making his way to the foyer. He grabbed his jacket off the nearby coat rack and put it on.

”Going somewhere, sir?” Alfred had called out.

“Out.” Bruce simply said, stepping out into the light drizzle that had clouded over the city.

He gave the bartender a nod through his sunglasses as he brought the scotch to his lips. He was usually never the one to drink, but today he had felt like he needed a glass. Of course, he would only limit himself to two, not wanting to get drunk.

He had scotch at home, but he would rather be outside with normal people then holed up in his own fortress of solitude. This bar was on the edge of midtown, just off to the right of the bridge that had connected uptown and midtown together. He enjoyed coming here. The bartender knew who he was but didn’t say a word. She remembered his drink and how many he would drink. It felt, normal.

Bruce looked up at the screen hanging above him. The news were still raving about the fight and the screen changed to a clip of Batman fighting. Bruce smirked. Batman was now officially real to the people of Gotham and Metropolis. He was going to miss being called an urban legend.

“So, the Batman is real?” A voice said. Bruce looked to his side. The woman sat down next to him and stared at him through black framed glasses. “I thought he was just a myth.”

”Glasses? Has that disguise been working out for you?” He asked the woman. She smiled and nodded.

“Says the man who’s wearing sunglasses inside of a dimly lit bar.” She retorted with a smile. Bruce chuckled.

“Touché.” He answered. He took a sip of his drink. “So what brings the amazon to a place like this?”

She shrugged. “Wanted to get out. Although I didn’t expect to meet the urban legend in disguise.”

“You know who I am?” He asked.

“Just like you know who I am.” She answered. He shrugged.

”Well, at this current moment, you’re a girl in a bar to me.” He stated. She smiled and nudged him.

“And you’re just a guy in a bar.” She added. He nodded.

“I’ll drink to that, Princess.” He said holding up his glass. She giggled.

It was there that Bruce discovered her flaw. The one thing that had stopped her from being completely perfect. Through the corner of his eye, he watched her order a drink. He smiled as he finished the scotch and ordered another.

She was so flawless that it was a flaw.

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Diana and Bruce + first meetings

You don’t know me, but I've known a few women like you. I don't think you've ever known a woman like me. 

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For #wonderbatmilestones event I am doing a series of posts in conjunction with @maidenoftheworld for each milestone! Here is day one: First Meeting which will correlate to maiden’s story!!! 😍❤️👍🏽 The theme of the posts in general will be Bruce and Diana going to Disney World. 🐭 -thebatfaminsta

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Gorgeous!

WonderBat + song lyrics that go with today’s #WonderBatMilestones theme: Lovers ♡ 

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DAY4💖 MARRIAGE (BONUS)

LOVE IS ALL THAT I NEED …. AND I FOUND IT THERE IN YOUR HEART ….

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A Warrior

My contribution to WonderBatMilestones

Day 1: First Meeting (not exactly a first meeting, but a first impression?)

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN JUSTICE LEAGUE OR ITS CHARACTERS

Bruce Wayne, billionaire CEO of Wayne Enterprises by day, Batman, Dark Knight of Gotham by night, stood on top of the observation deck of the Watchtower, the newest headquarters of the newly formed Justice League. Batman Was never a fan of working in teams, but after saving the world from an alien invasion, even he had to admit having a team of superheros was a great idea. Which is why he had created the Watchtower, using secret funds from his company to fund the building.

"Incredible," Bruce heard come from his right. He looked up to see Superman gazing down at the Earth below them, his face so close to the glass he feared he might smudge it. He began to walk towards the Man of Steel, his expression cold and expressionless as always. "Do your stockholders know about this Bruce?"

"A line item hidden in the aerospace RND budget," Bruce explained, glancing around the deck. Even he had to admit it was breathtaking. "This Watchtower will act as an early warning system for detecting other threats of invasion from space."

"And it also has a fully stocked kitchen," The Flash said, walking out of the elevator and onto the deck, Wonder Woman at his side. "Iced mocha?" he asked Superman, offering the man the beverage in his hand.

"No thanks," Superman said, declining Flash's offer.

Wonder Woman took a sip of her own iced mocha, giving an appreciative moan when the flavors hit her tongue. "They don't have these on Themyscira," she said, staring at the men in front of her.

The Flash quickly rushed to her side, banging his cup against hers. "Stick around Princess, I'll show you the ropes." He flashed her a smile, watching as she grinned back.

"Perhaps I will."

"An impressive installation," the four heard from above. They all looked up to see Green Lantern and Hawkgirl floating down from the upper level. "Most impressive," Green Lantern reiterated as the two landed, "But what's it got to do with us?"

"I once thought I could protect the world by myself," Superman began, walking towards the large window "But I was wrong". He stared at his reflection in the glass, before he looked over his shoulder. "Working together we saved the planet." He turned on his heel to face everyone. "And I believe that if we stay together, as a team, we would be a force that could truly work for the ideals of peace and justice."

Flash grinned and asked, "What, like a bunch of super friends?"

Superman grinned and stared at the group. "More like a Justice League," he said, his smile growing.

Flash took a step towards Superman, his eyebrows furrowing. "Do you have any idea how corny that sounds?" He took a second to think about it and shrugged. "But maybe the big guy's got a point," he said, "With all of us behind it, it just might work." He reached out to shake Superman's hand and gave him a smile. "Count me in."

"Me too," Green Lantern said, walking up to the two and placing his hand on top of Superman's and Flash's.

"And me," Hawkgirl said, as she joined the men.

Diana, the world's newest arrival, let out a sigh as she saw her fellow heros all agree to be apart of the team. She knew she wanted to help, but she also had a home to go back to. After all, she had left so suddenly, and she missed her mother and sisters terribly. But, she knew Man's World was where she was needed now. "My mother may not approve," she began, her face still saddened by the thought of being away from home any longer, "But I find Man's World to be intriguing. I'll gladly join." She quickly walked up to the four and placed her hand in the pile.

Superman turned to face Bruce. "What about you Batman?" he asked, hoping his friend would decide to join the team, in spite of what he liked to tell people about working alone.

Batman turned away from the five. "I'm not really a people person," he explained. "But when you need help, and you will, call me."

Superman nodded. "Understood."

Bruce turned to walk away, his cape enveloping his body as he made his exit, trying to shield himself from the others, as Superman went up to the upper deck to speak to J'onn. As Batman, Bruce had been careful as to whom he let into his life, and whom he had decided to work with. Dick, Jason, Tim, they had all been chosen by him. He had decided to let them work with him, but with the League, he was dealing with people he did not know as well as he would have liked.

Sure, he had been able to do his research on a few of them. He already knew Superman to be Clark Kent, mild mannered reporter from Metropolis, and he had guessed the identities of both The Flash and Green Lantern, although the latter didn't bother to hide his identity much, however his wildcard was the newest arrival: Wonder Woman, or at least that's what The Flash had called her.

She had claimed to be an Amazon, a race of women he had believed to be only myth, until a few weeks ago, when she had shown up out of the blue, with beauty and powers anyone would be amazed with. He had tried not to be bothered by her, deciding to give her a chance to prove himself, but even after she had helped the League save the world, he was skeptical. He knew nothing about her, which worried him immensely.

He took another step down the hall, making his way to the hangar that held the batwing, knowing he needed to get to Gotham before his nightly patrol was supposed to start. He had already spent too much time with the League, working with the founders to build the Watchtower, that he had begun to neglect his duties as Batman, patrolling Gotham.

"Batman?"

He froze. He knew that voice, and as much as it intrigued him, he didn't want to become too attached to the owner; he never wanted to be too attached to anyone.

"Wonder Woman," he said, turning to face the Amazon. He watched as she scrunched her nose, still uncertain with the name The Flash had given her, before she offered him a small smile. "I want to thank you for your hospitality," she said, taking a step towards the cape crusader, watching as he made no attempt to move. "I know you arranged for my stay in Man's World until the Watchtower was finished, and I wanted to thank you for everything."

Batman rose an eyebrow, grateful his cowl didn't allow any emotion to be displayed. She was a curious little creature, but he knew one thing: She was a warrior, through and through. The way she fought, the way she had defended those in need. She fought with honor, and she gave thanks to those who helped in her time of need. "You're welcome," was all he said, before he turned back on his heel, turning his back towards her.

He was about to walk down the hall when she began to speak again. "I would like to repay my debt," she said.

Batman glanced at her over his shoulder. He took in her long dark hair, which made her bright blue eyes stand out even more. She was beautiful, he could admit that, but he couldn't allow himself to be distracted by any woman, even if she was blessed by the gods. "Just do your job," he said, "And your debt will be repaid." With that he walked down the hall, leaving the Amazon in the hallway, a smile on her face. Batman was definitely a curious being, but she was going to fight and make sure she learned his secrets, whether he liked it or not. She was, after all, a warrior.

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Haha 3 writing events coming up but luckily none of them overlap and there's a week between each...

I'll probably still fail at all 3

[fyeahwonderbat]

A very creative and very welcomed entry! Please check out this story on AO3 by clicking the link above! ~ Maiden

“Better ask the way than go astray”

@fyeahwonderbat I am VERY sorry I missed the first days of your event but life didn’t allowed me enough free time lately.

Anyway! Here is my entry for the first day. The story takes place in an AU of the Justice League where some male heroes are females and all members of the League have different ethnic origins. I hope you will enjoy it :)

Thank you for creating this event!