This story was inspired by a song. Forever and Always by Parachute. If you haven't heard it, you should take a listen to it (or not if you're not into sad songs).

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN JUSTICE LEAGUE OR ITS CHARACTERS; NOR DO I OWN THE SONG

There's something about fall in Gotham that I absolutely adore. Maybe it's the cool breeze - the way it blows on my face, heightening my senses. Maybe it's the beautiful sunsets; Whenever Bruce and I are home I make sure we take a few minutes to sit and watch the sunset, the beautiful display of colors reminding me of home.

I turn away from the manor, letting my face soak up the last of the sun's rays for the day. I close my eyes and let the fall breeze blow across my face once more, shivering slightly when the wind causes goosebumps to appear on my bare arms and legs. I hear footsteps behind me and I open my eyes. I quickly turn around and see Alfred holding a bouquet of flowers. "A present from Master Bruce," he says with a smile.

I step closer the man who has been like a father to not only Bruce, but me as well, and smile. "They're beautiful," I say, reaching for the bouquet. I pull the flowers up to my nose, inhaling deeply. The sweet aroma fills my nostrils, which widens my smile. The daisies are beautiful and they remind me of Bruce and my first date.

He had been worried sick about planning a big eventful evening, wanting to show me what Gotham had to offer. I, however, had persuaded him a quiet dinner at the manor would suffice. I had wanted to just spend time with him, finally get to know everything about the man behind the bat. He was all too willing to agree.

When I had arrived at the manor Alfred greeted me, a smile plaguing the old man's face. He quickly led me inside, where we both watched Bruce come down the stairs, his eyes widening when he saw the dress I had chosen to wear. He greeted me with a smile, before leading me out to the garden, where he showed me his mother's favorite flowers; Daisies. They were beautiful, and I couldn't help but agree with Martha Wayne's preference. We spent an hour talking, continuing to roam the large estate, before making our way inside and partaking in the best dinner I had ever consumed.

During dinner we laughed, flirted, and confessed everything we were feeling in the moment. It was something very nerve wracking, yet exciting, and I was all too excited to pursue a relationship with Bruce. Bruce, however, was hesitant at first.

It had taken nearly four months and countless missions together before Bruce realized his feelings for me, finally kissing me in a hidden corner of the watchtower after we had returned after an especially stressful mission. That night he fought past his demons and invited me to the manor, where we finally lost ourselves in each other, making love well into the morning.

"Is Bruce home yet?" I ask, quickly smelling the flowers once more.

Alfred shakes his head. "Not yet, Ms. Diana," he replies, offering me his arm. I gladly accept it, looping my arm through his, before we make our way back to the manor. "Mr. Fox has informed me that Master Bruce's meeting will be over soon, so I shall go and retrieve him. It shouldn't be long."

We make our way inside, before Alfred grabs the bouquet and places them in a vase near the door. "Would you like to accompany me?"

I look over at Alfred before looking back down at my own dirty clothes. Clark had called me to assist some of the league members early this morning, and after dealing with a fire in Chile, and an earthquake in California, I was well in need of a long shower.

"I'd love to" I respond, stopping to point to my face covered in soot. "But I am in desperate need of a shower."

"Very well Ms. Diana," Alfred responds, letting go of my arm. "I will be back momentarily. If you would please let Master Tim know dinner will be served within the hour."

I nod at Alfred's request, before I turn towards the staircase and quickly run upstairs.

I burst into the room I share with Bruce, quickly stripping off my uniform and boots, before stepping into the bathroom. As I turn the hot water on I can't help but hope Bruce comes home and joins me. Having spent nearly a week without his touch has taken its toll on my body.

I step into the shower, letting the hot water run over my body. This week Bruce has been busy working overtime trying to close a deal with a new company in Metropolis, as well as trying to stop the Penguin's latest scheme. Even with Tim's help,, Bruce's time was spread thin, and with me being a constant presence on the watchtower, our time together was sparse.

I let out a sigh, as I roll my head down, letting the water rinse off all the dirt that is covering my body. Today has been a long day, and I want nothing more than to lay in Bruce's arms.

I quickly turn my attention to my hand, a smile forming on my face when I see the ring adorning my finger. I can't help but smile every time I see it, my mind going to that wonderful memory last Christmas.

"Is there anything else anyone wants to add?" Clark asks, as he looks around the room.

The monthly founders meeting has just finished, and I am more ready to leave. It's Christmas Eve and it's the first one Bruce and I will be spending as a couple, which makes me nervous. What am I supposed to get him? What do you get a man who has the money and power to buy nearly anything he wants?

I glance up at Bruce. His cowl hides his face, but I know he is likewise staring at me. I flash him a smirk, before rubbing my foot against his leg. I can see he's trying his hardest not to react, but after being interrupted last night, he's a little on edge.

"Alright," Clark begins. "Everyone have a Merry Christmas."

Bruce quickly stands and walks out of the room. I stand and give Clark a smile, before walking out myself. "Princess," he says, startling me.

I turn to face him, his eyes focused on my face. His face is straight; He's hiding something. "Batman," I say with a small nod. I stare at him, wanting nothing more than to feel his lips on mine. However it's not possible.

When we first started our relationship, we had wanted to keep it as private as possible, however dating one of the wealthiest playboys in Gotham city will get you noticed by the paparazzi fast. We knew we couldn't stop the world from finding out about Wonder Woman and Bruce Wayne, we could, however, keep the world from knowing about Wonder Woman and Batman.

He nods his head down the hall before taking off, silently asking me to follow. "I fully intend to follow up on my mission from last night," he says, his eyes staring down the hall as we pass a few of the newest members of the league. Their eyes widen when they see Bruce and I, excited to be next to two of the founding members.

I hear one of them whisper my name, and I turn to see them give me an awkward wave, which I reward with a wide smile. "It sounds like you're going to be a busy man," I say, trying to hide the excitement in my voice. "What about Gotham and your patrol?"

Bruce continues to walk down the hall and I follow close behind. "Nightwing will be in town for the weekend," he responds. "He and Robin are capable enough of handling themselves."

I stop in my tracks, worried that something is wrong. Bruce is very possessive of Gotham. The thought of him voluntarily foregoing patrol makes me wonder exactly what he has in store. "The Batman letting someone else watch over Gotham? I thought I'd never see the day," I joke, continuing to follow him down the hall. I realize we are headed towards my room, or rather the room I use to get away from all the chaos of the watchtower or to get in a quick shower after a mission. Since Bruce and I have started dating, I have spent a majority of the nights at the manor.

"What I have to do is very important," he says, stopping in front of my door. He pauses, before looking over to me.

Without a word I punch in my door's code, staring at Bruce as I hear my door open. "I didn't realize sex was that important," I say with a chuckle, walking into my room. I quickly turn to face Bruce, letting out a small gasp when I turn to find him a few inches from my face.

"Sex with you is very important," he says under his breath. He looks up. I watch as the eye slits of of cowl shrink. He's staring at me, hard, trying to figure out what else to say. "Besides, I have something special for tonight."

He doesn't even give me a chance to respond before he's walking down the hall, readly to return back to Gotham. I step backwards into my room, letting my door close, before I let out a sigh. What was Bruce up to?

I walk over to my closet, ready to change out of my uniform, when I notice a folded piece of paper laying on my pillow. Curious, I quickly walk over to my bed, reach over, and grab the note. I unfold the paper, a smile forming on my lips when I see the his handwriting.

Meet me at the manor at six.

I lay on top of Bruce, our bare chests against each other, as the two of us try to catch our breaths. When I had finally arrived at the manor Bruce had barely let me say my hellos to Tim, Dick, and Alfred, before he had whisked me up to his room, where we had spent the last three hours.

"That was amazing," I say with a smile.

Bruce mirrors my smile, before he runs a hand through my hair. "It always is with you," he says, before placing a kiss on my lips.

I give Bruce a small chuckle, smiling against his lips, before I kiss him back. "I love you," I whisper, as I feel his arms wrap around my waist.

"I love you too, Princess," he whispers back, his lips trailing kisses from my lips down to my neck.

I let out a small moan, trying my best to restrain myself. If I could I would spend the next week in bed with Bruce, but we both have obligations, and responsibilities. And currently we have people arriving for the annual Wayne Christmas Eve party. "Bruce, we have guests," I say, knowing neither of us want to stop.

He lets out a frustrated sigh. "We could just stay up here all night." He flips us over so now I am the one laying on my back. My head rests on his pillow, and my eyes close as he dips his head to plant a small kiss behind my right ear.

"It's my first Christmas with you," I say, trying my hardest not to give into Bruce and his kisses. "I need to see how the Wayne family celebrates." Bruce lets out an over exaggerated groan which causes me to giggle. "I'll make it up to you later," I say with a wink.

"You better," he responds. He rolls off of me and crawls off the bed, before he heads into the bathroom.

It takes us another thirty minutes to get dressed, both of us stealing glances of the other as we finish getting ready. "You look beautiful," I hear as I finish applying lipstick. I turn to face Bruce and give him a smile. He is dressed in a black tux, his hair slicked back, his face clean shaven. "You are going to be the most beautiful woman in the room," he says, walking up to me. He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me close.

"You flatter me too much Mr. Wayne," I said, before giving him a small peck on the lips.

"It's true," he mutters, unsatisfied with my kiss, before capturing my lips with his in a sweet but passionate kiss.

We are interrupted by a knock on the door. "Come in," Bruce says over his shoulder, not needing to turn to know it's Alfred coming to let them know their guests are here.

"Master Wayne, Ms. Diana, your guests have arrived," he says from the doorway. "Shall I let them know you will be needing a minute?"

Bruce looks at me, arching an eyebrow with an unspoken question. I laugh. "That will be unnecessary Alfred," I say, pulling away from Bruce. "Bruce and I were on our way down."

"Very well Ms. Diana. I shall have them all convene in the dining hall," he responds, walking down the hall and down the stairs.

"Mr. Wayne," I say as I walk out of the room. I turn to face Bruce and extend a hand, a smile growing on my face when he reaches out and intertwines our fingers.

The two of us walk down the stairs and into the dining hall, hand in hand. We quickly make our way into the dining hall where our friends are waiting, and some of Bruce's colleagues, are waiting. "Sorry for the delay," Bruce says as he pulls out my seat. "This beautiful woman kept distracting me." I take a seat in the chair and he slides it closer to the table as a few chuckles are heard from around the table. I look up to see a few nods in agreement, and I can't help but feel my cheeks get hot with embarrassment. I'm going to have to make him pay for that later.

We spend the night eating the beautiful dinner Alfred has prepared, enjoying a few bottles of Bruce's finest wines, and enjoying the company of those in the room.

I look over at Bruce, smiling as he converses with Clark and Lucious. A year ago I know Bruce would have stayed in the cave all night, pausing his work as Batman only at the behest of Alfred, wanting to spend some time on Christmas with the man he had raised since childhood. Now he sits at the head of the table, his smile reaching his eyes, as he places his hand on my knee under the table.

"So what's it like living in Gotham?" Lois asks. I can tell the reporter in her wants the inside scoop of the relationship between Bruce Wayne and Wonder Woman, but the friend I have come to love as a sister just wants to make sure I am adjusting to life outside of the watchtower.

I smile at her and nod casually, trying to figure out a way to respond that'll satisfy both people. "It's definitely been an adjustment," I say. "But I love living here. There's so much history in Gotham, and I love spending time with Bruce and his family."

Lois nods, thankful for my honesty, before taking a sip of her wine. "So when will you-" she begins, stopping when Clark places his hand on her shoulder. He shakes his head before he leans in to whisper something in her ear, her eyes widening at the t sudden revelation.

I ignore it. I know Lois means no harm.

"Well," I hear Bruce say, before he clears his throat. "I think we should move this party to the other room." Everyone nods before standing. "Princess," he says, placing a hand out. I quickly grab it and he pulls me out of the chair. I walk towards the other room, but quickly stop when Bruce doesn't budge.

"Bruce?" I ask, raising an eyebrow confused.

"I want to show you something," he whispers. He gives me a smirk. "Not my bedroom, I promise."

I let out a laugh. "Show the way Mr. Wayne," I say.

He takes my hand and places a kiss on the back of it, before he pulls me out the back door. As soon as I step out into the cold December air, I shiver. "You could have let me grab my coat," I say, wrapping my arms around my body. The dress I wear my do wonders to my curves, however it does nothing to keep me warm.

Bruce quickly takes off his jacket and drapes it around my shoulders. It's still warm. I quickly hug it against my body, letting his scent fill my nostrils, before he places a hand on my back. "Follow me."

We walk in silence, following the same path we walked on our first date; we have walked it dozens of times since then. I am so lost in thought, trying to figure out what Bruce has in store, that I don't even notice the snow that has begun to fall. "If I would've known how this would end up, I would have kissed you three years ago," he says.

I smile. "If I'm remembering correct, I was the one who kissed you."

Bruce ignores my comment. We continue to walk until he suddenly stops. "Diana," he begins. He takes a deep breath. I've never seen him this nervous. "I can't believe how much of an idiot I've been." He turns to face me, his eyes looking into mine before he continues. "I wish I had listening to Alfred much sooner, and I know I will always have worries, but I have never been more sure of anything else in my life."

He continues to stare me in the eye, before he gets down on one knee. I gasp. I had never been too familiar with the customs of Man's World, but after I had begun dating Bruce, Shayera was sure to teach me everything there was to know about relationships here. "Bruce," I whisper, suddenly realizing we are standing in the garden from our first date.

"When you first came here, you were so determined to make a difference, and you have. The world has gotten to know your beauty, your compassion, your intelligence, and they are so lucky to have you fighting for them. I was a fool to deny my feelings for you. I should have known that a woman as stubborn as you would force me to see how well we work together, not only in the league, but in life. So Diana, Princess of Themyscira," he says as he reaches into his pocket. He pulls out a small black box and it takes all my strength not to be overcome with joy. "Will you make me the happiest man alive and marry me?"

He opens the box and reveals a beautiful ring, making me gasp once more. I love this man, and although I had never thought about it before, I can't imagine spending my life with anyone else. "Bruce," I whisper, trying not to cry happy tears. "Of course I will." I don't even let him respond before I jump into his arms, causing us both to fall into the snow. I crash my lips onto his, smiling when I feel his hands wrap around my waist.

"I love you," he whispers, before placing another kiss on my lips. In this moment it's just he and I. We could care less that we are laying in freezing snow.

"I love you too," I say.

He reaches up and cups my head in his hand, before using his thumb to wipe a few stray tears that have fallen. He plucks the ring out of the box and quickly slides it onto my finger, before he takes my hand and kisses the back of it. I stare at the ring in awe. "It's beautiful," I say.

Bruce nods. "Glad you like it Princess."

I look him in the eye once more. "I love it," I say, kissing him once more.

I finish rinsing the last of the soap out of my hair, before reaching to turn off the water. I open the shower door and gasp as the cool air hits my wet skin. I quickly wrap a towel around my body and walk back into the room. I begin to get dressed, pausing momentarily to take a peek at the clock across the room. 6:45PM. Surely Alfred is back with Bruce by now.

I finish pulling on a pair of pants before walking out of the room and down the stairs, into the dining hall where Tim is sitting. "Hi Diana," he says with a smile, before returning his attention to his phone.

"Tim," I say with a nod. I take a seat across from him. "Are Bruce and Alfred not home yet?"

Tim looks up at me and shakes his head. "I thought Bruce was out with you and Alfred and no one bothered to tell me."

I chuckle at Tim's comment, but inside I am worried sick. It's unlike Bruce to be late, and if he is, he calls to let me know. I worry about him, especially when he disregards his safety for the sake of others every night.

I open my mouth to speak when the phone begins to ring. Knowing Alfred is out, I answer the phone. "Wayne residence," I say, waiting to hear whoever is on the other end.

"Ms. Diana," I hear Alfred say, his voice full of sadness. "I'm afraid to tell you something has happened."

I hope you all stick with me for this. As of right now it's going to be a 4 part story. Please tell me what you think!

Thanks!