The Proposal

04. The Help

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

Summary: Hmmm...just read it!!

‘What are you going to do about it?’

That was the question ringing in Batman’s mind as he pressed the comm button and asked Steel to take over for him. A Gotham emergency was his standard excuse.

Hurrying towards the transporters, he failed to notice the cameras following his every move, two figures tracking the feed to a secret location. One of them two, a tall
Amazonian, who was wearing her heart on her proverbial sleeve, her partner shrouded in shadows.

“I don’t like this,” Diana spoke softly. “He looks troubled.”
“Don’t trouble yourself princess,” the male beside her chuckled at the hard glare she focused at the endearment.

One he called her that…..even now, even after she had lost everything that was of the princess, the land, the people, the queen mother. He still called her….his words
making her feel like the princess she once was. It wasn’t the word or the title, it was the feeling he put behind it.

‘Princess,’ that single word clearly showed all the emotions, all the fondness….all the love he hid inside him…..or tried to.

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“He is not going to come,” she flopped down in her chair, disheartened at the failure of her latest and perhaps last attempt to get him. She had tried everything
now….even things that she wouldn’t have ever thought of doing. Things she would never do.

“Don’t worry,” the male sat down next to her, his voice sober and encouraging. “He will. For you he will go anywhere, do anything. Even you know that.”
“Even this,” she lifted her hand pointing at nothing in general. “I would have never thought that I would fall so low….and all for a man.”

“Diana,” he laid a supportive hand on her arm, squeezing it gently. “You are not falling or demeaning yourself. Nothing is going to happen. After all you are not alone,”
he grinned, his voice rising slightly. “I am with you and so is my intelli-bank.”
“You keep saying that,” she turned to face him, her raven locks curtaining around her lower jaw and neck. “What does it mean?”

“That’s the secret,” his grin grew wider. “You just keep on following my instructions and everything should work out.”
“Should?” she asked incredulously.
“Will…not should…will,” he corrected himself, kicking himself for the slip. “Everything WILL work out.”

“I hope you are right,” she smiled ruefully. “Look at me, an exiled Amazonian, pining after a man and using a man to get him.”
“Hey,” he wiggled his eyebrows. “Maybe you will set an example for your ‘sisters’. Maybe they will start looking at men in a new light.”
“Sure,” her lips turned up slightly at his infectious laughter.

“Hey trust me,” he winked at her.
“Famous last words,” she shook her head, a real smile playing on her perfectly formed lips. “Nothing good or right happened after those words.”

“Don’t worry,” he straightened in his chair. “You just do as I tell you. Everything will work out.”

“Or my name isn’t…”