So here I am guys with another fanfic. I was taking a slight risk with posting this because I already have three other stories that I have to keep up with updating but this so happens to be a request. :) (A BMWW story with a very jealous bat, Alfred's home-cooked meals and a storm that keeps them stuck in the Manor with just each other.) Hahahah, i loved this so much I had to do it. I didn't want you (the requester) to think that I forgot about this so I decided to post the first chapter, its more like the foundation for what is about to come. ;)
The night is young. The cool air a welcomed comfort in the hot, humid room. I close my eyes and listen to the sound of the drapes flapping with wild vigor, as the breeze tugs at them from the outside, begging to pull them free in order to dance with them in the night time sky.
Tonight is the night. The night that I will make amends with the very woman who is, at the moment, furious with me. Angry at me for my tendency to push her away, only after I have barely let her in. Angry at me for constantly denying her, refusing to have any other kind of relationship other than one of professional means with her. Angry at me for deeply hurting her.
Don't mess this up Bruce. You're walking on a fine line as it is. I remind myself silently.
Rolling down the sleeves of my dark grey sweater, I glance at myself in the mirror.
Dark, wind swept hair, piercing green emerald eyes, a height of pure muscled 6"2' and a physique professional athletes would kill for. In the eyes of humanity, I would be seen as a perfect specimen. One with all the attributes and skills anyone and everyone would want. They would see him as having everything he desired. But that's not entirely true.
You know it can never come to be more than being colleagues. I release a sigh through my nose. You knew that there never could be a happily ever after for yourself the day you put on that cowl. Taking one last look at my appearance, I head on down stairs.
The smell of Alfred's delectable cooking wafts to my nose, making my stomach growl. There is no denying it, even the Batman has a weakness for the butlers homemade gourmet dishes. The perfect solution to a horrible situation. One did not want to have a certain Amazon angry at you, if you valued your life at all.
Pausing at the foot of the stairs, I scan the room before my eyes land on that of the mighty Amazon Warrior lounging in my chair. If I were to be honest with myself, I would say that she doesn't look non too happy to be here. Yet I knew that the promise of one of her favorite meals from Alfred could persuade, even her, to join me for dinner, no matter how angry she is at me.
I take another lingering second to look over her attire. Her hair is tightly braided, her bangs resting lightly at the corners of her temples. Her clothes, although simple, compliments her greatly. Tonight she has decided to don a light blue jacket, which is comfortably worn over a pristine white t-shirt, along with a nice pair of, equally white, silky slacks. Both having been successfully divided by a medium width, black belt that has a 'WW' symbol as a belt buckle. With a smirk, I immediately take notice of the emerald stoned necklace, that I had given her years ago, resting comfortably beneath her neckline. She is indeed a sight to behold.
Taking a deep breath, I prepare to venture into the most dangerous mission I have yet to accomplish. As I stride into the Living Room, her eyes lock with mine and I know then and there, without a doubt, that this is a job... not for the Batman... but for Bruce.
Not very much BMWW action here, I know. But be rest assured that there is more to come. Like I said, this is only the basic foundation for this. :)