The 'Symmetry' Interludes

02. Comfort and Oh….Joy

Author: Batman_Wolverine (a.k.a. Bruce Logan)

Rating: NC-17
Summary: Coincides with the chapter 14 of parent fic ‘Symmetry’, where Diana is telling her story of she and Bruce finally got together.

Warning: Adult Language, Sexual Situations

A lone figure glided along the dark halls of the watchtower, the space headquarters of the Justice League, the voluntary group of superheroes ready to save the innocent people from both terran and alien threats.

Made of the finest Themiscyrian cotton, her flowing nightdress trailed behind her, gently billowing in her wake and due to the artificially circulated air. Even without her tiara and armor, she looked every bit the warrior princess she was, her beauty only accentuated by the sleep-mussed locks falling over and behind her bare shoulders. The only evidence of her Wonder Woman status, were her ever present silver bracelets. Moving with the silent grace of a cheetah, she made her way to her destination…..to her prey, the watchtower kitchen and the industrial size refrigerator in it. Her prey being, one of those delicious milk shakes that she had taken a liking to during her time in patriarch’s world.

Even with eyes half closed from broken sleep, she instinctively knew the way to her destination, having made the same journey dozens of times, both during the day-time and during the night, not that any of it mattered in space, where it was the same view all of the time.

Entering the kitchen, she headed for the fridge. She had recently learned from Flash, the great master chef himself, an interesting way to improve the already sweet, frothy and calorie filled drink. For that very purpose, she opened the industrial capacity freezer and reached for the carton of mango flavored Hagen-Daz ice cream. While she had started with chocolate, the mango flavor reminded her of her own tropical paradise home.

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Sighing in an effort to dispel her sleep, she closed the freezer door, her bleary eyes widening and an un-princess like gasp escaping her lips at the dark shadow she bumped into. His appearance had been sudden, unannounced and unnoticed….like always.

“Princess,” a deadpan voice sounded from the only visible body part within the grey and black costume of Bruce Wayne, the Batman, his secret identity still known to only one member of the team, and that member was nowhere in sight. In fact, he and the second alien male of the league, both were on earth, more specifically, in Smallville, Kansas, where they had gone to celebrate Christmas with the Kryptonian’s earth parents.

Calming her breathing, which had jerked up due to the sudden dispelling of sleep from her senses, the Amazonian reached for the ice cream box that had somehow found its way into the gloved hand of the caped crusader.


“What are you doing here?” as soon as the question left her lips, she felt like knocking her head against the metal surface of the central island. ‘Of course he will be here,’ she silently cursed herself, her self-admonishment causing her to miss out on the fleeing look of amusement on her usually passive teammate’s face, one corner of his mouth curving up just the barest bit….which on anyone else would have appeared inconsequential, but for the Batman it was akin to a full throated laugh.

“I’m sorry Batman,” she apologized for her outburst. “For a moment I forgot that you have taken agreed to share monitor duty for the duration of the holiday break.”

“I didn’t agree,” Batman bluntly answered. “I volunteered.”

“Oh,” Diana did not know what to say in reply to that. The man had volunteered for it. At a time, when even hardened criminals like Luthor had cut back from their usual three to five tries to take over the world, the Batman had increased his workload. Only he would do that. ‘Face it Diana,’ once again her inner voice reminded her. ‘That is why you like him. He is unlike any man you have ever met or read about.’ Her face scrunched as she debated against this new inner Diana, who had appeared soon after she came to the League. She made her presence known at the most inopportune time, and more often than not, it was when the outer Diana was face to face with a particular someone….just as she was right now.

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“Any problem?” Batman’s gravelly voice cut through her thoughts.

“Problem?” Diana looked lost for a moment. “Oh-uh, no problem. Just thinking, talking to myself.”

That got her an arched eyebrow, which although not visible through the bat-cowl, was clear enough from the narrowing of one eye-slit, its white lenses hiding the eyes behind it. ‘What color are his eyes?’ Diana found herself wondering at times, this time one of them.

“Don’t you ever do this?” She blurted out in an effort to keep the conversation going, her ice cream-shake forgotten and so was the question she had asked in the first place.
“Do what?” He did not seem to give her any room to work with, keeping his questions and answers short and to the point.

“Talk to yourself,” Diana rolled her eyes at yet another arched brow expression.
“All the time,” ‘Whoa,’ that surprised both outer and inner Diana, none of them expecting the answer just given.

“What do you talk about? With yourself, I mean,” Diana was feeling pretty perky now. Maybe this was the time when she could get the usually closed off Gothamite to finally open up.
“What are you doing up so late?” or maybe not.

‘Hera, grant me patience to deal with this infuriating man,’ Diana prayed to one of her goddesses, a list of whom else to pray to already ready in her mind. The Batman seemed to have this effect on everyone around him, whether good or bad. Everyone he came in contact with, remembered his or her patron god or goddess.

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“I was feeling thirsty…and hungry,” she added as an after thought, turning away from her teammate and towards the milk-shake machine. “What about you? Same feeling or are your going through withdrawal of not having beaten a criminal in the last thirty six hours.”

“Yes,” Batman answered dryly.
“Yes?” Diana tilted her head to glance at him. “For?”

“Both,” that answer elicited an uncontrolled giggle from the Princess, which in turn caused the plastic glass to slip from her hand, its liquid contents falling all over the floor and on the bottom of her dress.

“Hera,” Diana cursed under her breath, at the mess that had just been created. Sitting down on her heels, she grabbed the roll of paper towels kept next to the machine for such an occasion. Flash had a habit of leaving a mess in his wake and it was often that the watchtower corridors were filled with echoes of an angry Shayera screeching at the top of her voice, searching for the Scarlet Speedster, who used to make the complete use of his speed powers to hide from the tempestuous Thanagarian.

“Let me,” Batman kneeled down next to the frazzled Diana, her hands shaking from all the confusion her sleep-addled mind had caused. The fact that the cause of a major part of that confusion was mere inches from her exposed arms and shoulder, his warm breath tickling the cool skin, causing goose pimples to break all over it, didn’t help matters.

“You should clean that,” the words drew Diana’s attention to her nightgown, which had a large damp batch over it, extending from her midsection to her thigh. Sitting down to clean the milky liquid had caused her chest to mash against the fabric, resulting in the part covering one breast to absorb the moisture, sticking to the her skin, the smooth roundness of that breast and his pink pebbled nub clearly visible through the damp fabric.

“Oh,” Diana blushed inspite of herself. Having grown up on an island of women, where nudity wasn’t taboo, she didn't quite understand that particular practice of man’s world….until now. Somehow, being like this, in front of this man, made her want to cover herself, anther feeling that she had not experienced until now. Even though his eyes were covered and hidden by the mask, Diana could feel his heated gaze boring into her and that made her want to reveal more of herself to him, the contradicting thoughts only resulting in even more confusion.

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“Diana,” Batman spoke to her back as she cleaned her gown and hung an apron around her neck to cover the wet fabric. “Is everything alright?”

“N-No,” Diana shook her head in denial. Truth was, she was indeed feeling out of place in the current holiday atmosphere. In Themiscyra, she had never celebrated either Christmas or Hanukah, or any of the other patriarch's festivals. However, with everyone seeming so joyous and happy with their family and friends, she took wanted the same. She missed her mother and sisters, unable to go and meet them, because of her exiled status. “Why do you ask?”

Batman did not answer her question. Moving as silently as a wraith, he gathered up the dirty towels and dumped them into the garbage chute.

“Batman,” Diana steeled herself for her next question. “Can I ask you something?”

There was no verbal response for that question either. The only thing that signified a yes, was that Batman turned around and faced her, his exterior as impassive as ever.

“What are you under that mask?” Her specific use of the word *What* intrigued the detective. She had deliberately voiced it like that, including every possible question in that single word. By what, she could mean anything from just his name, to what he looked like, what he did for a living, what sort of a family he had, what sort of friends…and a lot of other whats.

Nevertheless, he asked her to specify by what she meant by *what*.

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“I mean…” Diana’s explanation included all the factors he had already listed mentally. “What about your family? Your friends? Don’t use miss them? Everybody else has gone home. Even J’onn has gone with Kal. What about you? Why are you here….alone?”

“We are not alone,” Batman’s use of the word *we* brought a tiny light to the princess’s eyes, but no smile.

“Aren’t we?” Diana crossed her arms around her chest, feeling the wet cloth stick to her skin.
“You are here.” Batman’s eyes fell away from the direct stare of the Amazon. “So am I.”

“But I don’t know,” Diana meant the way her words came out, hard and sharp. “Do I…..Bruce.”

“Diana….” Batman’s eyes flared up at the reminder that Wonder Woman knew about his secret identity and that she had figured it all out on her own, not partly because of his own momentary lapse of reason. Why did he have to approach her at that banquet in Paris? If only he had left her alone? It wasn’t as if Bruce Wayne needed the extra publicity. He got more than enough to cover up for Batman. Why did he do it?

“I don't know what you're talking about,” Diana repeated his words. “You were going to say that again, weren’t you?”

At Batman’s stoic silence, she spoke again. “Why do you do this? Avoid people….avoid me.”
“I don’t avoid you,” the Dark Avenger’s response was instant, a small part of him aching at the pain and emotion he heard in his teammate’s voice.

“Don’t you?” Diana stared at him. “Then why did you disappear after Kasnia. It was three weeks before any of us even heard of you. There was nothing on the news either. I checked it myself. No Batman sightings….none of your other-self either,” she added softly.

Getting no answer from the silent Batman, Diana sighed, shook her head and turned away from him. The milk shake forgotten, she settled for the ice cream, eating it right from the box. She acted as if, Batman wasn’t even in the room and that she was alone…completely alone in the massive watchtower.

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For what seemed like ages, there was no other movement in the seemingly empty room.

Diana was about to think that maybe he had indeed left, when the chair beside hers was pulled back silently. Looking from the corner of her eyes, she observed Batman’s profile as he settled himself into the chair, his cape draped over one of the armrests.

“Can I?” The gravelly voice asked, a lifted hand gesturing towards the ice cream carton in front of Diana.

“Get your own,” Diana snapped, pulling the carton possessively into her embrace at her chest. “This is mine.”

If she had expected Batman to request a second time, she failed as the very next instant, the hand disappeared into the cape, two firmly planted feet signaling that the rebuffed Batman was about to stand up and either get a second carton from the freezer…or in case, most probably leave.

“Here,” Diana practically dumped the carton onto his cape. What she really wanted to do was dump it over the pointed head of his. Maybe then, it would cool down enough to make him think properly….like a human being and not like an overgrown flying rodent.

“By the way,” she didn’t let up on the heat. “So that you don’t have to go through the trouble of saying a simple word of thanks, you are Welcome.”

‘Hera, why does this man infuriate me this much,’ Diana cursed, watching Batman take two scoopfuls from the carton before handing it back to her.

“Thank you,” Batman voice was mechanical and devoid of any emotion whatsoever.
“You are welcome,” Diana huffed as she accepted the carton and resumed eating the tasty treat, enjoying its cold sweet taste over her tongue and around the inside of her mouth.

“Two words,” she frowned in confusion at the Dark Knight’s words.
“What?”

“Thank you,” he repeated. “Its wasn’t one word, but two.”

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Diana was dumbstruck by his audacity, the surprise soon giving way to annoyance to anger and then to finally end in rage that found her clenching the carton so hard that it crumbled under her super human strength, its contents spreading all over her hand and clothes.

“Two words huh,” the princess pushed her chair back to firmly face the unperturbed Batman. “Well, Bruce…no, you are not Bruce Wayne. I don’t know who you are and nor do I give a care. You can take that thank you of yours and shove it where the sun don’t set.”
Diana had heard the expression from Hawkgirl’s mouth often enough and knew that it did not mean anything happy, not was it used when you were happy. It was used in situations exactly like the one she was in right now.

“Shine,” Batman corrected her politely. “Where the sun don’t shine.”

That did the trick. The very next instant, Batman found himself face to face with an extremely livid Diana. (Can’t use pissed off, cause Amazonian Princesses don’t get pissed off. It is below them. They do not believe in it. They believe in getting even.)

Which is exactly what happened with Batman as the swing of a slender princessly hand caused more than a lump of mango ice cream to land slam bang on the bat of his vest.

“You insufferable jerk of mortal man-flesh,” Diana bellowed at him. “Take this,” she thrust at Batman, the twisted remains of her stainless steel spoon. “And do all the shoving, shining, mining or whatever in Hades name you want. I was a fool to think that I could expect some emotions or support from you.”

The silence that answered her *in her view* scathing remarks, infuriated her even further. Yanking the apron off her, she flung it away, stomping out of the kitchen herself, but not before knocking the door off for not sliding away fast enough.

“That went well,” Batman said out aloud, hearing the diminishing echoes of the choicest Greek expletives that Diana muttered as she made her way to her room.

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Almost an hour later,

The knocking on the door drew the cooled down, but still annoyed Diana’s attention to the door. It was him, had to see, especially when there was no one except them on the watchtower. It was that or one of their enemies, one who had managed to get past the security systems and was politely come to ask her out for a fight.

“Diana,” the gravelly but muffled voice called from the other side of the door.
“What do you want?” Diana shot back. “I am trying to sleep here.”

The ensuing silence told her that maybe he had left, that thought causing a part of her to feel sad. Maybe he had come to apologize…really apologize. ‘Yeah sure,’ she chuckled at her naiveté. ‘Like that is going to…’

“I am sorry.”

‘….happen,’ Diana couldn’t believe her ears. Stomping the urge to clean them out, she got up from her bed and walked to the door. With a near silent whoosh, the metal partition moved, revealing a now cleaned Batman standing before her.

“What is that?” She pointed to the raised object outlined under his cape.
“This,” Batman drew out a super large sized glass of freshly prepared milkshake, with a sizable dollop of mango ice cream on it. “A peace offering.”

The way Diana regarded him made the Dark Knight feel even more guilty.

“Thank you,” she accepted the milkshake and steeped aside, silently inviting him inside. She wouldn’t spell it out, not now. If he could use the silent treatment to get his point across, so could she. “Offering accepted.”

“After you,” Batman’s voice carried a tone, she had heard just once before, that was she found out who the person under the mask was.

Maintaining her arched eyebrow look, she regarded him silently, before relenting and turning away from him and stepping back into the room.

“Diana,” Batman called again, his voice completely changed from a few seconds ago. Gone was the cold, gruff, aloof attitude. In it place was something else.

Turning around to face him, Diana found something else…..also gone was his cowl.

“We still have a dance to finish.”

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“Batman,” Diana’s eyes widened in shock. Not the shock of seeing the man under the mask, she already knew that, but the shock that he had chosen to reveal it to her.

“Bruce….Bruce Wayne,” Bruce replied with an uneasy but genuine smile. “Dance?” He asked, offering his right hand to her.
“Loose the cape Mr. Wayne,” Diana smiled back at him, all her previous anger vanishing away like night in a sunlit day. “And the gloves.”

As if driven by her commands, Bruce loosened and dropped off the cape, followed by his gauntlets.

“One more thing,” Diana stopped midway from accepting his offered hand. “Why?”
“Why?” The Bat flashed in those deep blue eyes of his.
“Why?” Diana repeated her question. “Why me? Why now? Why today?”
“It was time,” was all Bruce said as he reached forward, caught her hand and pulled her to him, their chests slamming against each other, just as their lips threatened to do.

“Bruce,” Diana’s confidence faltered, her voice filled with innocence and something else, something she had never experienced…not to such an extent…WANT.
“Diana,” Bruce answered back.

Their eyes doing all the talking their lips couldn’t, they began a slow dance, their bodies moving in rhythm with the silent music playing in their minds….in their hearts.

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Almost as if in a dream, they began moving as one, their lips inches from each other’s.

“We should stop,” Bruce murmured, not still his own movements.
“We should,” neither did she. “Maybe we shouldn’t.”

“We should,” the iron control was taking over for him, causing him to slow down, almost come to a stand still.
“Maybe I don’t want to,” she looked straight into his eyes, feeling his hot breath mingling with hers. “I don’t want to,” she repeated with confidence.

“We are teammates, he tried to reason. He had done this a lot. Hours had been spent going over every aspect, analyzing every possibility to come up with these reasons…reasons for his not getting involved with this heavenly creature….with this princess.
“We can be more,” her reply was soft but sure.

“I have enemies,” came the second one, their dance all but forgotten. “They might try to hurt me through you.”
“I can take care of myself,” she did not need to remind him of her superior physical strength, her near invulnerability. He had seen enough of that, especially in Gorilla City, when the time when the nuclear missile landed on her, when he tried to dig her out…when her lips touched him for the first time.

“You are an Amazon,” he reminded her of her heritage, of the doctrine of her people.
“Yes,” she nodded slightly. “One who dares to desire a man.” She wanted to say love, but felt that it might be too much too soon.

“I have issues,” that was his final shot, one that he knew was his weakest one. From personal experience, he knew that there were very few women who could accept his dual personalities….his life….his mission. Diana was one of them.
“I’ll help you,” she murmured, her lips curving up at her impending victory, her heart thumping away at her chest. “We can try….we can resolve them.”

“Diana,” he pleaded half-heartedly, stifling a groan as her tongue poked out to wet her suddenly dry lips.
“Bruce,” Diana pleaded back as she leaned forward, making the first move by running her soft full lips against his.

That one action of hers broke open the floodgates, releasing both of theirs pent up passions.

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Soon they had divested themselves of their clothes, their bodies rubbing against one another.

“Brrucc….cccceee,” Diana hissed as Bruce leaned down to close his lips around one pebbled nipple, his alternating licking, nipping, suckling actions taking her higher than she had ever flown. Looking down at him, she watched the familiar jaw and lips at her
breast, his soft black hair gently bushing against her sensitive skin.

What happened next nearly caused to physically take off from the bed. A large calloused hand traveled down from her full heavy breast, over the slight curve on her belly to reach the soft wispy triangle of her pubic hair, before finally settling down at the junction of her legs, his thumb and index finger moving over and twisting the hardened flesh of her clit between his grasp.

“BRUCE,” Diana’s cry sounded through the empty corridors of the watchtower, as her first ever non-self-stimulated orgasm wracked through her. In the past, she had tried with self-stimulation, keeping away from the so-called toys available in man’s world, but never had it been like this. Just one touch from him and she lost control, her body convulsing as spikes of her orgasmic release shot out from her center, lighting up her entire body.

Wanting to do everything with her, but knowing that it might be too overwhelming, Bruce continued his foreplay actions, before taking his drenched hand to lubricate his rock hard cock. He needed to get as much lubrication as possible. He did not want to hurt her or cause her any pain, well except from the usual pain of her first time.


“Diana?” His darkened eyes asked her a silent question, Yes or No.
“Yes,” she answered, accentuating her response with a subconscious jerk of her hips. Even though a virgin, her body was one of a woman and therefore had some basic primal knowledge of how to react towards a male.

Watching him handle and position himself at her entrance, Diana marveled at the perfection of his muscled, scar covered body. Except for the sparse growth of hair covering chest and abdomen, and the dark growth of hair at his groin, his entire front side was covered with a myriad of scar grooves and ridges.

As for his sex organ, it both surprised and aroused Diana, as well as cause a ripple of anticipatory fear ripple through her body. Knowing what the male genitalia looked like and seeing one at such close quarters were two different things. Unable to gauge its actual size, Diana nevertheless knew that it would be more than enough for her. In fact it would be more than more than enough.

Leaning down to stretch himself over her, Bruce laid his lips against her, forcing them open gently to push his tongue to taste the still slightly mango taste of her lips. At that very moment, the tip of his cock pressed against the spread opening of her vagina made its entrance into the molten wetness of her warm feminine core.

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Slowly making his way to her virginal barrier, Bruce readied himself and in one swift, strong push, speared into her, his lips capturing and muffling her cry of sudden pain, while barely containing his own at the way Diana’s nails dug into his back,.

‘Oh Hera,’ Diana wanted to cry out at the feeling of being filled completely, the tight walls of her center, clenching at his erection, communicating every pulse, every minute twist….ever heartbeat of his to her.

As she settled down, Bruce pulled out a little and pushed back again, while continuing to her provide her pleasure with his lips. He continued this way until the pleasure exceeded and finally overcame the pain from his actions. After that he began to earnestly pump in and out of her, the rhythmic action of their by now sweat covered bodies and the resulting friction only adding to the sensations.

By now, Diana was completely lost and did not realize when Bruce pulled away, sat up and lifted her up with him. It was only the sensation of being filled deeper that drew her out of her haze and face to face with the determined visage of her lover, whose lips she did not let go, her arms wrapping around his thick shoulders to bring them even closer.

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Sitting in a kneeling position, Bruce reached down and placed his hands firmly along the smooth rounds of her behind assisting Diana to get into the rhythm of the new and unfamiliar position. Everything was new to her, the feeling of having a man with her, a man she loved, the feeling of him inside her, of her body rubbing against his, of their scents intermingling and becoming one, just as their hearts and souls were.

Soon, too soon for both of them, they felt their bodies tensing up with the familiar feel of an approaching orgasm. By this time, Diana was moving with such abandonment that with each up-thrust she was almost taking off and with each down-thrust pushing Bruce into the mattress.

“BRUUUCC…cccee,” Flinging her head back, Diana cried out as she started to come all over Bruce’s pulsing cock, the feeling his balls smack against her quivering pussy only adding to the mind blowing sensation.

Seeing her like this and feeling her vaginal walls tighten around him, Bruce lost it too. Hugging her tightly to him, he stilled inside her as he started ejaculating into her, his prodigious hot release filling and finally oozing out of her.

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For what seemed like hours, they stayed that way, their arms tightly wrapped around each other’s, their heads resting against the other’s shoulder as they regained control of their breathing without having to break contact with each other.

“Diana,” Bruce was the first one to speak as he freed one hand to lift Diana’s chin to face her.
“Thank you,” were the first words from her lips as she smiled languidly and leaned into nuzzle her nose against his, just basking in the after glow of their lovemaking. “That was….” She trailed off unable to find the correct, the adequate words.

“As good as a mango milkshake?” Bruce commented in a rare moment of genuine levity.
“Umm-Hmm,” Diana smiled against him, her eyes half closed as shook slightly from the still present aftershocks of her release and from the feeling of completeness within her. “Even better.”

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“Bruce,” she broke the comfortable silence. They had settled onto the bed, with Bruce lying on his back and Diana lying sideways, with her head in the crook of his shoulder and her one hand playing and traveling along the scars on his chest, her right leg, rubbing along his in an almost feline manner.

“Yes Princess,” Bruce answered, caressing the smooth curve of Diana’s back.
“What do we do now?” She tilted her head to look up at him, her eyes once again filled with the innocence of her inexperience. He was the first man she had loved, the first man she had given herself up to…..the only man she wanted to be with….EVER.

“Well, we get some rest, you sleep and I return to my monitoring duty,” Bruce answered, making a mock oomph sound at the gentle punch that Diana gave at his chest.
“Bruce,” although sounding mildly annoyed, Bruce could clearly hear the hidden plea in her voice. She was afraid that it would be a one-time thing, that tomorrow he would forget it, forget her, dooming her to the long list of women of Bruce Wayne’s ex-girlfriends.

“We go back to the way we were,” her heart almost broke at hearing those dreaded words spoken by the man she had given herself up to. “And we work on….”
“ON?” She asked with a mixture of despair and hope.

“On this,” Bruce brought his other hand up to hug her. “On us.”
“Really?” She knew she sounded like a child, but she didn’t care, not now.

“Really,” a genuine smile and a kiss on her hair answered her question.
“Thank you,” once again she wanted to say something more, something she was sure of now, something…

“Diana,” Bruce drew her attention to him.
“Yes,” she looked up at him with tear-filled eyes, climbing over to cover him completely.

“Merry Christmas Princess,” he whispered softly.
“Merry Christmas Bruce…..merry Christmas Batman.”

Note: What can I say, I had this thing half done a month ago. It just happened that the point in the main fic that coincided with this came now, just on the edge of Christmas.