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I claim absolutely no ownership

to the characters, settings,

universe or anything

entitled to DC comics.

if only... :(

.::Memorable::.

Chapter I

"Bruce," A faint voice called out to him. He strained his neck in an attempt to search for the source of the voice, but found absolutely nothing. His hands, heavy, were frozen by his sides. An eerie numbness crawled up the rest of his arm. Bruce panned his surroundings and realized there was nothing, it was just a vast sea of grey, just blank. He began to panic, if his hands weren't frozen, they would be shaking uncontrollably. His breathing became rigid as he felt the cold sensation slowly take over his arms.

"Bruce," The voice called out again, but this time it was much stronger, much closer. He still didn't know who or where it was coming from. He suddenly gasped in horror as he began to lose all feeling in his legs. He strained his entire body in an attempt to break free from the mysterious force, but found it futile. His arms were now utterly useless, they became deadweights that remained frozen, just as the rest of his body would become in a matter of minutes if he didn't get out soon.

"Bruce…" this time the voice come from right behind him. He held his breathe and closed his eyes as he concentrated on the voice. The compassion, empathy and the hurt that entailed the voice- it was strangely familiar. He felt two arms come around from behind to surround him in an embrace. He desperately tried to turn his head to take a glance at who it was, but they kept their face well hidden from him.

"…I love you," The moment she whispered that into his ear, only one thing came into his mind – Diana. He wanted to turn around and return her embrace, whisper his vows to her and make her understand firsthand how intense his feelings for her were at that very moment. But it was too late. His entire body was engulfed by the sensation of the numbness.

He slowly shut his eyes tightly as he tried to say the words back to her. His mouth was not under his control any more. He screamed it as loudly as he possibly could, but no sound escaped his lips. He could no longer feel her arms around him. He felt the urge to do something he hadn't done in the longest time. He felt like crying. The tears began to well up, but there was no release. His ability to breathe was also stolen from him. His lungs burned up, before the pain was also taken from him. 'I love you, I love you, I love you…' he repeated to himself, hoping that through a miracle his message would somehow reach her. As his last heartbeat pulsed, he felt his entire being begin to crumble. Starting from his arms and legs to the rest of his body, he fell apart into shards splayed out on the grey floor. His shadow disintegrated and dispersed into the grey oblivion.

"Diana!" Bruce cried out as he bolted up into a sitting position on his bed. His breathing was ragged, his entire body heavy with sweat and his eyes were glistening with tears. Both of his hands were clenching the bed sheets tightly, so tight that the fabric pulled on the seams. After realizing that it was just a dream, he slowly began to curl up. Wrapping his arms tightly around his legs, he rested his head on his arm. He tried to calm himself down by first catching his breath.

"Bruce?" A sleepy voice called out to him in the dark. He felt a delicate hand rest on his upper arm. He flinched at the sudden touch. He felt her shuffle next to him and eventually felt her breathe on his arm as she sat up beside him and leaned towards him trying to adjust to the dark.

"Bruce?" She called him again, but this time her voice was drenched in worry. Her fingers delicately traced the length of his arm in an attempt to get him to speak up.

After a few more minutes of silence, Bruce finally seemed to calm down. His breathing was almost back to normal and the tenseness had fled his body. She shuffled over to the side of the bed to turn the lamp on.

"Was it that dream again?" Her voice, full of sympathy, was his main focus. He felt that if he didn't concentrate on her voice, he would lose her in more ways than one. He felt like a goddamn cheating bastard. He felt so dirty, all the way down to the core of his existence. He turned his head to look at her. Her eyes, though heavy with exhaustion, were a beautiful emerald green embedded into an intelligent set of eyes. Her hair was a striking black that created an intense contrast against the naturally light tan of her skin. Natalie was beautiful in every way; her looks, personality, her smile, her laugh and her ability to calm him down even in the worst of situations made her all the more lovable. She was always there for him, no matter what and that's why he loved her. So why did he dream of someone else? Why was there such a basic need to tell that person in his dreams that he loved her? If it really was a dream, why did his entire body feel so guilty?

"Sorry," he had to verbalize his apology to her, even though she didn't know what the dream was about or who it particular was about. He shut his eyes trying to block out all thoughts about the dream.

"You don't have to apologize for anything," a taste of humor evident in her voice, she tried to lighten up the mood a bit,

"I woke you," he whispered, barely audibly,

"Do you want to talk about it?" She asked soothingly as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders in a warming embrace. He slowly shook his head back and forth in response and reopened his eyes. His eyes smoldered and shifted to eyes filled with adoration as he watched her.

"I love you," he whispered to her. She just smiled in response to his words, he repeated it again but this time he confessed to her right against her ear. She delicately placed her hand on his caressing his face and kissed him lovingly on the lips and replied back to him,

"I love you too,"

Bruce had a dreamless slumber the rest of that night. His worries fled him as he reassured himself that there was only one woman in his life, and her name was, Natalie.

Author's Note:

Please don't hate me... not yet at least :(!

I was watching The Romantics and I was inspired to write an angst-y story about BM and WW. I'm really excited about this story!

I know the majority of you are ready to hang me, but this is just the beginning. Everything will be explained later on, but bare with me for now.

For those of you who read my Changing Tides story, you'd most likely recognize a character I recycled... Natalie! I was originally planning on using Lois Lane, but that would just raise the population of haters..

Hope you enjoyed it so far!

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