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Salvation: Heaven or Hell?
Posted:
10.02.2005
Author: Batman_Wolverine (a.k.a. Bruce Logan)
Rating: PG13/15
Summary: He *speaks* to her….but does he
*talk* to her?
Disclaimer: I don't own Batman, Wonder Woman
or any of the other character Justice League
characters. All owned by DC.
Author’s Note: My first fic. of any kind (oneshot
or series) based in the JLA comicverse, although not
in the current arc, because nowadays it is sucking
ass. Wonder Woman (Diana) has gone back to
Themiscyra and Batman (Bruce) has left the league.
Like I said, sucks ass.
Its night….and the time is his. The *Dark Knight*,
that what they call him…..it might as well be *the
night*.
He is here. He’s often here. Especially after a
battle.
Where? You ask.
Just ONE word.
DIANA
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He is there where she is.
Yesterday it was the Justice League Watchtower on
the Moon. Tonight its the Themiscyrian Embassy on
Earth.
It is late…..*late*…..obscenely late. Just the
perfect time for him.
Everyone is asleep as is she. Everyone except
him….everyone who is not the Batman that is.
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He stands outside….the shadows swirl around him…hide
him. Make him who he is.
He does not enter. He never does.
Why?
‘Because you are not worthy,’ he tells himself. ‘Not
worthy of such beauty, of such caring…of HER.’
So he stands there, outside in the inked
night….standing on guard for his Amazonian princess.
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“Diana,” his hail is soft, low…..human.
No reply…..she is fast asleep.
‘Good’
Just the way he likes it. Just the way he can have
it. Just the way he can have her.
Far enough for her safety, yet near enough for his
salvation.
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Perching on the windowsill, he leans inside and
gazes down at her. His heart misses a beat.
Such beauty…..such perfection….only in her, only for
her….only Diana.
‘Hera,’ that exclamation comes to mind, cracking his
unfeeling *Bat* emotional armor….almost.
She truly is a goddess. More stunning than any of
them, but not uncaring as all of them.
She is perfection.
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Her golden skin glows in the shimmering moonlight.
Her raven hair like a midnight sun.
Moving along her body, his *cowled* eyes do what
they dare not in the light of the day.
He wants to sigh at her breathtaking curves, the
swell of her full rounded breasts, the smooth globes
of her hips, the dark triangular patch leading to
her womanly center……he wants to sigh, reach forward
and touch. Make her own.
He wants to do it all….he wants…..he wants.
But he dares not….he cannot…he never can. He knows
that.
Its not for him.
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What he does…what he can do, is talk? So he does
just that.
“Diana,” his heart pains with the sweetness of her
name, the way it just rolls off his tongue.
It feels so familiar, it feels so right, it feels
so….HIS.
But, that’s just it…it FEELS. And the Batman cannot
feel.
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“I’ve got something I want to tell you,” his voice
is soft, feeling…his voice is NOT that of a
Batman…..*THE* Batman.
“I have wanted to tell you this for a long time,
before the Martian dream chamber, before we went
forward and died in the past, even before Ra’s….even
before *I* tried to kill you. I wanted to, but
haven’t because I cannot. Not while you are awake.
Not while you can hear me.”
Taking a deep breath, he whispers, his voice almost
inaudible. “I-I love you Diana.”
As soon as the words leave his mouth, he stills in
horror. What if she heard it? What if someone else
heard it? What will happen to her? To Alfred, Dick,
Tim and the other? What will happen to the MISSION?
‘SHUT UP,’ the man growls at the Bat. ‘Just this
once, please, just shut up.’
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Silencing the Bat, the man speaks again.
“I love you like I never ever loved another. Not
Sasha, not Vicki, not Sandra, not even Selina. I
loved them all, but the love I have for you is like
a blazing wildfire compared to a candle for them.”
“Even though WE decided to stay just friends, I
can’t stop thinking what might have been had we
agreed to develop our relationship further. I try
not to, but I can’t. I try to block you and any
thoughts about you from my mind, but I can’t. I want
to be without you, but I can’t. I want to be with
you, but I can’t. Either way, I am doomed. You are
my heaven, you are my hell. Like you said;
*probability to go either way*. But I can’t.”
“So, here I am, condemned forever to linger my own
personal limbo, waiting for salvation….waiting for
you,” he ends in a whisper.
He leans in further, his hand extending, not to
touch her; he dare not do that. One touch and he
will be lost. He leaves a single rose he had brought
for her. It is from Alfred’s personal flower garden.
‘Perfection for perfection,’ the kindly butler would
say. “Perfection for perfection,” he mouths those
thoughts.
That being done, he draws back, he stifles a sigh,
turning his face away from her. It hurts…..it
pains….watching her, so near and yet so far.
“Goodnight Diana,” he whispers into the cool breeze.
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Moments later he is gone….leaving the space
empty…..leaving his offering to the unattainable.
He doesn’t hear an owl sound into the night.
He doesn’t see a bat slice through the air.
He doesn’t see a hand extend….slender fingers
caressing the petals of his rose.
“Goodnight Bruce,” the fair princess whispers.
“Goodnight my Dark Knight.”
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