Authors Note; A one-shot, if it gets enough interest I may continue it. It totally depends on the opinions of you lot! :) Some Wally/Bats bonding and Clark/Bruce banter is always fun.
Some feelings cannot be replicated, but the machine was trying its best. The pressure of the wind against his exposed jaw, the pressure on his muscles as his wind tried to pry his cape from his fingers. The shock and awe of the men around him as he straightened was palpable. A normal man, with a normal pride would take the moment to relish in this, but not this one. His hands were like iron as he carved a path between the men in front of him. Each movement precise, each thought five, maybe six a head of what was happening around him. His right foot slipped forward, his shoulder smashing into the largest, and last, goon. The action forced him back, the left leg sweeping up and round to connect with the crooks temple, knocking him out cold.
4 men, 8.8 seconds. Too slow. Clarks' time is 3.4. I can only allow 2.5 seconds difference for metahuman abilities. The room shut down, the dark streets around him turned white and he was surrounded by white walls and a single, black door. The bodies on the floor flickered and revealed four steel frames covered in nodes and wiring. The black door made it's tell-tale 'whoosh', one pair of feet entering the room. Solid boots, above average height...the ocean...Diana. Bruce allowed himself no smile, no enjoyment at his knowledge of her scent, or that he could identify her through her mere shadow and the clicking of her heels. "You continue to train alone, leave your communicator off and ignore ship wide requests for your presence. Explain yourself." He grunted, she must've found him by tracing his access logs. He'd need to create a new one, again. Damn her.
He turned, not speaking, and attempted to pass her. He was met with a startling response, her open palm came back and launched toward his chest. The impact made was frightening, if using the same stance, and technique, he would've probably been able to knock say, Nightwing, three paces back at most. Batman however, was sent a good three metre's back, looking he imagined like a bunny hop, in reverse. "Do not push me Batman. Today was Wally's birthday, and despite your constant beratement, the boy idolizes you." The rest was implied, West must've been disappointed. Birthday's were something he rarely celebrated with anyone other than his adopted family.
After a moments silence Diana spoke, for a moment, her formal, rough and ready tones were lost. "I thought you were better than that, Bruce."That stung, even she could tell. For the first time since she had entered the room, his face visibly moved, his lips opening, a reason, if not entirely false forming in his mind. "I am not a member of this team to socialize. I am here to train while the Watchtower monitor downloads information I'm taking back with me. Emotional attachments and there ilk get in the way of the job." He didn't have to J'onn to feel the break in her as he spoke. He'd bene too close recently, distance, inhumane objectivity to situations are what made him capable of the things he did. She didn't like it.
"You had best leave before he finds you. He wasn't pleased." The sternness of her features softened, her rage subsiding into sadness. He had to remain strong, he knew she meant Clark, he'd be out for blood if Wally had been truly disappointed. It's for the best Bruce, remember the mission.
If that was truly the case, then why did he feel so guilty? Like he had commited a crime on par with Joker? He knew the answer, but didn't dare to allow it room to breath in his mind.
He stopped at her side. "Diana...it's better thi-" Her anger rose once more, pinning him to the wall with her fore-arm pressed against the neck of his cowl, ripping the top from it with her free hand, the suits defenses were down, but she didn't seem to notice that. She stared him dead in the eyes. "We care about you Bruce. We care more than you now, people like Wally look to you for guidance, how to better, and you throw that admiration away like you throw so much else away. You are one of the most formidable warriors I have ever born witness too yet you are utterly insufferable when it comes to the hearts and minds of people who would call you a friend or even more." Her expression softened slowly, her arm pulling back and releasing him from the wall. Her body stayed close to his however. Her blue eyes boring into his as he spoke. "I'm not...good with people." He struggled to find the words, but her eyes said she understood. Glancing down at his boots, then up at her again, he seemed to lose the intimidation of the Bat, as so often happened around her.
She watched, the visage was slipping from him, very slowly. Getting him to open up was like prying steel from Kal-El's fingers. "When you see him, please apologize to Wally." She still sounded defeated, her points had all been obivously about something else. Diana, was perhaps the only woman in his world that was pure light, she was good, through and through, unlike nearly every other woman he had ever had the slightest feeling for. He caught himself, not falling too far into those thoughts, that day he had spent what felt like a life time digging at the dirt with his hands had brought those feelings to a boil, making it almost unbearable to be around her sometimes. He looked back at the princesses face, noticing that same, undeniable smile, the kind when her Amazonian pride decided that it was her time to move. He didn't have time to react.
Diana could no longer sit around, Hera herself wasn't as patient as she had been with him. She flung her body against his, albeit cheating a little to use her physical strength to prevent him moving. Catching him totally off guard she moved her lips quickly, yet gently onto his. At this point Bruce's eyes widened, shock settling into acceptence, his mind losing focus and his hands wrapping themselves around her waist. He knew he shouldn't, but his resistance was worn. Women were most definitely Batman's kryptonite. He body eased the pressure, wrapping her arms around his neck. Her mouth released his first, if only to speak before resuming the soft, passionate kiss. "Had I known it would take force, I would've done this many moons ago." With his guard lowered somewhat and his mind on the kiss, Bruce was unable to prevent the twitch of a smile as his kissed the princess. Yes, women were most definitely his Kryptonite.