Yes, this story is about Bruce and Diana. Not my usual thing, buuuuut I am a fan of them. My sister suggested (for a while) that I wirte a story about them. And now I did(: Voila! Enjoy! Oh! and happy early V Day! Part two will be out tomorrow!

A masquerade ball. Where Wally got the idea, Diana didn't know. Or the fact the he had convinced Bruce to allow it.

A part of her, a very large part, was filled with excitement. This meant that there would be another huge League party. Whenever there was a party, Diana enjoyed them immensely. Even if most of them she would attend dateless. It wasn't that she couldn't find a date. Men practically worshipped the very ground she walked on.

All except one.

That infuriated her the most. The one man who wouldn't give her the time of day was the one she yearned for. It was sad. Princess of the Amazons, Champions of the Gods, panted after a man. Her mother would be disgusted. Her sister disappointed. For now, however, Diana pushed those thoughts aside. Although, maybe her mother would look past that. After all, she was exiled and yet her mother had let her, and Shayera, stay on the island after they helped Hades return to his throne of the Underworld. Maybe after seeing how amazing Bruce is compared to the other men here, her mother would approve-. Wait. What was she thinking? Bruce would never be hers. She would never have to worry about introducing Bruce to anyone. He would never be hers.

Diana, now saddened a little, sighed and put down her brush. She was sitting in front of her vanity table getting ready for the dance. She sat in her deep blue dress, her matching blue heels, and a simple silver chain that had a simple sapphire, her hair in its usual style. Since it was Valentine's Day, she had thought of wearing red, but she preferred blue.

With one last up close look in the mirror, she decided it was time to head on to the party. This dance, like most, Diana didn't have a date, but she had plenty of dances promised. One to John, one to Ollie, one to Mr. Terrific, two or three to Kal, and many to Wally. Her number one fan.

As she walked through the halls to the main room, Diana briefly wondered whether few members would be attending. Such as Shayera, and Bruce. Shayera had been accepted back as a member of the league, her status as one of the "Big 7" was back and people trusted her completely. What was mind-boggling to her was the fact that her and John were still not together. Something big happened before Darksied between them, she was sure. But she didn't know what. Batman probably knew.

Diana snorted softly.

Of course he knew. The Bat knew all.

At the main hall, decorations, probably by Wally, were strewn all over. It seemed as if a red, white, and pink tornado ran through and sweated hearts all over. Diana laughed quietly to herself.

"Like the decorations? I knew you loved red."

Diana turned and found Wally winking at her. His usual "Flash" attire was absent. Taking its place was an all-black suit. Instead of a black button up shirt, it was a bright red and he wore no tie. On his face was a simple red mask the only covered his eyes. His bright hair was fully in view. Diana smiled and ruffled his hair.

"It suits you."

The two heroes smiled at the familiar line. "Why thank you Princess. You know that this is all for you, right?"

"Always thinking of the best for me aren't you Wally?"

He swept in and stole a kiss, on her cheek. "Only for you. Wait! Is that Fire?"

Diana looked to where he was indicating. Lo and behold, there she was in a green dress that had a huge slit up the side. "It is."

Wally smiled. "I gotta go. You know what they say about fire."

Diana only looked at him waiting.

"It's hot." Wally smiled. "Enjoy the party!" He called out as he ran over to Fire.

Again Diana found herself chuckling at Wally. He was so energetic and lively. It spread and was always there when the team needed it. She could understand why the Justice Lords went rogue.

The night was filled with dancing and drinking, many hookups, and laughs about old stories. Diana was whisked from the dance floor, to a table for drinks, then right back to the dance floor. Every time a slow dance came on, Diana stayed to the sides. There she observed the one thing she had yet to have, well, have on Man's world. Love. Couples were embraced in each other's arms. Heads were rested on shoulders. And bodies lightly swayed to the music. To keep herself occupied during the dance, Diana played a game. She'd try to guess who each couple was. There was Ollie and Dinah, Wally and Fire, Huntress and who Diana had to assume was Question, and John with…

Diana craned her next so she could see. Yup, that was definitely who she thought it was.

John was pressed closely against Shayera Hol. His arms were wrapped tightly around her slender waist and her arms were around his neck. Her face was nestled (Hee hee…nestled) in the crook of his neck. From where she was sitting, Diana could see that John's thumb was rubbing circles between Shayera's wings. Her eyes were closed in what appeared to be bliss. She looked so happy, serene even. Diana sighed.

She envied the Thanagarian. Even with their long and tough history, they still found each other. Diana wished that she could find someone. But she couldn't. One man had caught her interest and it wasn't about to disappear. She downed her glass of wine. When she was done with it, the music had changed to something fast and Diana was ready to dance her woes away. She stood up and as she did she swayed a little. Alcohol didn't have much of an effect on her, but when it came to Valentine's day, Diana drank like she was Shayera.

She walked onto the dance floor and recognized the lyrics to the song now playing. She would bet even the finest Ambrosia that Wally picked this song. A Skrillex remix of Lady Gaga's Bad Romance. She had been forced to sit with him for hours as he showed her video after video of The Hillywood Show's parodies. As Diana sat through each video, she became a huge fan. The music continued, each beat so immense she could feel it in her bones.

Then the slow part came.

Then hands came around her waist.

"Enjoying the song?"

Diana smirked, a skill she copied from the one she loved. "Maybe."

The crowd clapped along with the music, the lights turned off, the strobe light started. People sang with the music and danced with the final beats, until the song ended.

Once again the music changed, but Diana no longer felt like dancing. She walked off the floor. The hands that wrapped around her waist tightened their hold on her and the person holding her followed. If she weren't so drunk, she probably would've said something. Alcohol + Dancing + Warm Embraces = A very happy Diana.

As she reached the darkest corner, the farthest one away from the floor, Diana stopped and turned. Making sure she was still in his embrace.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, flashing a flirtatious smile, she let her hips sway as a slow song started. (Kiss me Slowly by Parachute) "What took you so long to get here?"

Bruce allowed himself to melt, just a little, at the feeling of having Diana in his arms. But he couldn't show that to her. That vulnerability could never be shown. "How much have you been drinking?" His voice was gruff and a frown appeared on his face.

Diana frowned as well. "Oh Bruce, is that all you want to say to me? Especially tonight?" She leaned closer and put her lips at his ear. "Don't you think that for one night, just one, we can do as we please? Admit what is dying to get out? What is constantly on our minds? I think that we have earned that right. Don't you?"

For a moment, Bruce considered her words. He let them run through his mind as she said them. Around and around his head they went. Maybe she was right.

Or maybe she was wrong.

Could he really let her untie the knot so tightly bound in his chest just by saying a few words?

He didn't know what to say. Instead, he tightened his embrace and kept quiet.

For the remainder of the song, neither one talked. Bruce felt. He felt her fingers lightly massage and occasionally scratch at the skin of his neck. The weight of her head on his shoulder. The warm puffs of air against his neck as she breathed in his scent. And finally, the soft beating of her heart. Every sense was on fire. His heart felt alive.

Too soon the song ended and reality came rushing back. Diana was brought back as well as she felt Bruce begin to pull away. She bit her lip to keep from pretesting. The door to his heart had slammed shut and he was slowly icing back into the Bat. Diana looked away and shut her eyes to keep the tears in. Was the life behind the door worth the pain of being thrown out unexpectedly?

"I think I'm going to go to my room now. Thank you for the dance Bruce." The hurt was obvious in her voice as well as her posture. The alcohol no longer a friend to her, its effects having worn off in the middle of the dance. She knew the memories would be with her tomorrow. Whether that was a good thing, she couldn't tell.

Right outside the door, she felt a hand clasp itself around her wrist.

"Diana, please. Forgive me."

She tore her wrist away. "I don't want your pity or your apologies. We can just move on and forget this night." She stepped right into his space. "Or any other night that something could've happened but you refused to let it." What she wanted to do was turn tail and run like hell, but her royal blood and pride wouldn't allow it. So she continued. Her voice softened unintentionally. "If you are afraid of letting someone in, I can understand that. I would just rather you told me instead of shutting me out. I can be patient." Her eyes hardened. "I may be an Amazon, but I can still feel pain. And because of you, I've been hurt in new ways that I would never have thought was possible. I don't say that to hurt you. It's to inform you."

When he didn't say anything, Diana kept her head held high and walked away from him for the second time that night.