Gotham Morning
Written for the Fanfic 100 Challenge. Prompt: Too Much
Diana had been around for thousands of years.
Bruce knew this. It was impossible to forget when she muttered a curse in ancient Greek, commented on a sculpture's resemblance to the work of a long-dead artist, or wore the type of garment he'd only seen in museums.
He tried to avoid thinking about all of the ramifications. It was too much to comprehend. Yet when she came to him with that knowing look in her eye, and then proceeded to delight him in ways even he had never experienced, he couldn't help wondering which man or woman had taught her those skills.
How many lovers had she had over the millennia?
Bruce found himself unreasonably jealous of all those who had preceded him, wishing that he had been the one to help her discover her body's secrets.
His mind mocked him. You wanted to awaken the princess with your kiss?
Perhaps it was merely a masculine trait; the need to claim a woman as one's own, to believe that she was yours for life.
Not that Diana would ever submit to being "claimed" by anyone, especially by a man.
Not that "for life" meant anything to an immortal.
Not that happily-ever-after could possibly exist for them, after the future he'd seen.
He brushed a few strands of her hair off his cheek, and listened to her quiet, slow breathing.
The past was incomprehensible. The future was unthinkable. But they had the present. That would have to suffice.
He leaned over to kiss her. Let's begin.