A/N: hey guys! This is an introduction to a new story, where I develop and explore Bruce and Diana a lot more, based from the foundations that 'Birthday Bat' layer out. Sorry it's short but it's an introduction, enjoy! (Btw I need help with the title,
should it be 'Glimmer of Light' or 'Glimmer of Light in a World of Darkness' ? Make sure you comment on your preference)
I love Diana Prince.
It's a thought that's dwelled in my head for a long time. Everything from her looks, to her smell, to just her unplanned elegance with every step she takes. She's become everything I need yet the thing I don't want or can't have. It's not that I can't, it's just that she doesn't deserve me in her life like that.
They say opposites attract. Well that's the basic principles of Charge Interactions – Physics essentially. But it holds some relevance towards me, though I wish it didn't. I don't want to be put in this situation. This sounds like a weird analogy to make but if we were magnets, I'd be south and she'd be north. I'm at the deepest of lows a human could get. My life is consumed by darkness and crime. She is however the highest of highs. The pinnacle of perfection that someone could be. I'd go so far to say that her imperfections and negatives make her more perfect. Weird how things work in the real would.
It was my birthday a few days ago. I was shot, injured and nearly killed. So just another night for me. I don't like celebrating it, why should I be celebrated for my mum giving birth to me? I done nothing and it just wastes time that could be better used serving justice to those in dyer need.
There was a highlight in the night though. One that's circled around in my mind, and for the life of me I just can't get it out. The few moments me and Diana shared in the guest room. The tender moments of madness we shared. I don't think I'll follow up with it. What I said in the bed after being shot was shock and adrenaline speaking, and that moment was a glitch in the system.
Not to mention I have no clear indication as to if she was drunk or not. She was clearly drunk throughout some of the night, saying stupid things I know she probably doesn't mean. But she seemed to have started to sober up later on. Was she attempting to control herself? Maybe to impress me? Maybe she was just sober. It would make sense whatever conclusion it came too. Regardless of if she does or doesn't care for me, she (like most) likes making a good act here and there to receive acceptance and gratitude from others.
Without warning I hear thuds on the door, destroying my thoughts.
"Sir, you are aware you've been in the shower for over an hour now right?" Alfred informs me. In this moments I begin to feel the water splat on my face and shoulders again. I have to go to a meeting very soon (thanks to my lack of time keeping) and then the Watchtower for a brief check-up.
The Watchtower trip may be more awkward than I can imagine. Regardless of what happened on my birthday, we haven't talked since. Diana's not a one night stand kind of girl, which is why I have a feeling she was drunk during the events.
"Thank you for informing me Alfred, the warm water can take you out of reality sometimes" I reply.
"Ah yes it can. You should be thankful this comes so easily to you. I never had this luxury when I was young" the old man points out.
I turn the shower off and step out. I can hear him breathing behind my en-suite, as well as his shadow dwelling over the bottom of the door.
"I am, hence why I took so long" I say jokingly, attempting to make a joke out of a mistake.
I hear him chuckle as he walks away from my en-suite door. I take this moment to dry myself with the towel on the rack, and place on my boxer briefs. I venture into my room, to see my clothes for the day laid out on my bed already, ready for me.
"Sir you have Mr Fox calling you" Alfred says coming into my room.
"Thank you Alfred." I take the phone and answer it. "Huh… Bruce you know you missed the meeting right?"
Oh shit…
"I assure you it was a genuine mistake, I didn't mean to I just lost track of time, I have my suit righ-" I attempt to redeem myself before Lucius Fox cuts in. "It's fine Bruce, you know I had you covered. I would just like you to inform me if you can't or won't make it."
"Lucius I had no intentions of missing this meeting, you know I wanted to get back up off my feet as soon as possible."
"I know. The next meeting we have is possibly in a few days so I'll update you with the detail nearer to the event. Lucius out."
I throw my phone on my bed and release a sigh with my head in my palm. I've lost total rhythm recently and it's tough to get it back. But it's 1:45pm and I'm meant to get to the Watchtower at 2:30pm.
I feel my heartbeat attack my chest muscles in anticipation of meeting the League. I'm usually stoic towards the meetings but today seems different. I venture out my room and quickly towards the Batcave. I run down the many steps that lead towards the thing many call a myth. I reach the bottom and speed-walk to the Batsuit. Anxious to wear the cowl once more, I place it on with no hesitation and venture to the teleportation pad. I look at the computer to see if any notifications have appeared but to no success.
With a bit of time to spare, I teleport to the tower.
I'm greeted with many stares from the lesser valued members on the tower. With 25 odd minutes to spare, I walk hastily to my dorm. I enter my 15 digit number to open my door, walking to my computer seat and relaxing.
With the amount that's mentally occurred to me in the last few days, I'm finding it harder to maintain my Bat character, as well as to maintain any prolonged act or expression. I'm torn between what to do, as if I'm the rope in a tug-of-war competition.
"Hey Bats can I come in?" I hear a feminine voice outside my door ask. I instantly leech on to who it was – her.
"Come in Diana" I reply, clicking a switch by my computer to open the door. She comes in with her standard attire on, yet looking great with little effort. Her eyes greet mine as she comes closer, smiling whilst having a bounce in her walk. Luckily my white lenses cover my eyes.
"What can I do for you?" I ask her, attempting to make, yet sum up this conversation quickly.
"You feeling better now Bruce?" She asks, her eyes shining into my direction deeply. She's a few feet (maybe metres) away from me, looking down as I'm sitting. I turn my chair so that I'm now completely facing her.
"Of course I am. I wouldn't be here if I wouldn't" I say stoically. I know I can say it how I want and she won't get impacted by it at all, for better or worse.
"Yeah you would. By Hera you'd come even if you went six rounds in a ring with Doomsday" she remarks sarcastically, bursting into laughter as if she's made the joke of the century.
I just sit there stoically as per and watch her lean on the wall near crying, just letting her do her own thing and to calm down herself. On the exterior I look dead but inside I'm kind of loving it. She's so elegant and perfect, and this just furthers my point.
She quickly attempts to recuperate, realising that she's not the comedian she once thought she was. She straightens herself up, sniffing and swiping her hair behind her shoulders with her hands.
"Anyway I just wanted to see if you're ok. Glad to see your back at work Bruce" she says smiling like a child with ice cream. She turns around and walks out the dorm.
Well that wasn't nearly as awkward as I'd first imagined. But that leads me to believe she doesn't remember…