A/N: This shot is also in my Wattpad account.

Wattpad Name: undercoverop

Wattpad Story Title: The Book of Wonderbat

Have a nice day! Be well!

HOTEL CEILING

Bruce Wayne arrived at the hotel late in the afternoon. He looked around the lobby and noticed that there were fewer people hanging around at this time. The billionaire slicked back his dishelved hair and went to plop on one of the lobby's couches.

A staff member approached him and brought him a cup of coffee. She had a warm smile plastered on her face and her eyes twinkled with genuine hospitality. She reminded Bruce of an innocent village girl just trying to make everyone's day better, but he doubted that his day could get better at this point. "Welcome back, Mr. Wayne. Would you like some coffee?", she greeted in a bubbly English accent innate to the people of this country.

"Oh, please.", he gently took the hot coffe from her hands, careful not to spill it. "Thank you Ms...?"

The young girl blushed. She did not expect the billionaire to ask her name, or even acknowledge her. "J-Jane. Mary Jane. And, oh, it's my pleasure, Mr. Wayne, sir.", Jane replied with a bright smile on her face. The young girl then retreated to entertain another guest.

Bruce sipped on his coffee when he felt the private phone in his pocket vibrate. He took one last sip before setting it down on the coffe table and snatching his phone. He wasn't surprised to see Alfred's name on the Caller ID. He expected him to call sooner or later. The billionaire answered the phone and placed it against his ear.

A familiar English voice greeted him on the other line, "Good noon, Master Bruce. Or should I say good afternoon. If memory still serves this old man right, London is five hours ahead of the American time."

"Hello to you too, Alfred. Don't worry, you're right. And how could you forget anything about London? You were from here.", Bruce answered the butler's version of humor.

"Ah, yes.", the butler said as he prepared silverware for lunch. "I wished I could follow you, but, alas, your sons need me."

"Don't worry about the boys, Alfred. They'll survive on their own."

"I'm not as worried for the boys as I am for the manor. They could burn down this place if I take my eyes off them for five minutes. And I dare remind you that they get that specific trait from you.", Alfred sighed and Bruce chuckled. "By the way, Master Bruce, Mr. Kent rang earlier and asked me where you were. According to him, you weren't answering his calls."

Bruce inwardly groaned. He knew that it was going to be about some mundane league business. When will Clark get it that he doesn't need me everytime the computers shut down? "It must be about the computers again. I'll call him back later.", he couldn't hide the annoyance in his tone.

"My God, Master Bruce," the ward could see the evident smile in Alfred's voice. "Judging from that tone of yours, I might say that you went to London to avoid the league and not for the business meetings."

Bruce could say that he went to London for both reasons.

"But, I'm afraid the league is going to find you sooner or later.", Alfred continued. "Ms. Prince came by the manor shortly after Mr. Kent called, asking about your whereabouts. Of course, I withheld the information, but Tim seemed to like the princess. She is quite beautiful, if I may dare say. Funny too."

Damn, Bruce thought. "This was when, Alfred?"

"This morning.", came the answer. Double damn, Bruce would like to think.

"Okay, thank you Alfred. I'll be going to my room now.", he ended the call just as he heard Dick's voice on the background, probably trying to finish all of lunch before Tim and Damien got there.

The billionaire patted his suit as he stood up and made his way to the elevator. He pressed his floor number and patiently waited until the doors will open. When he arrived, he walked to his room and dreaded what he would find there. If Diana did go to the manor this morning, then she might have already found Bruce. She was probably in his room at the moment. Bruce pushed open the wood of his door and looked around the spacious room while taking off his red tie. His eyes fell on a woman who had her back to him, but he could recognize that long dark hair anywhere. What a pleasant surprise...

"Good afternoon, sir.", Diana greeted as she folded the blankets. The vigilante knew that she was playing a role here judging by her decent attempt of an English accent.

Bruce decided to play along. "I didn't ask for a replacement for the sheets."

She finally turned her head to him and Bruce could see the glint of mischief in her eyes as blue as the sea. "Special service.", she said in that English accent that seemed so right with her. But, ofcourse, she was Diana, so everything seemed right with her.

"Okay," Bruce said. He decided to have a little fun too. "If you don't mind, I'll be changing. I really need some sleep."

"Oh, please do.", Diana answered. "Don't mind me. I won't be sneaking a peek.", but her grin suggested otherwise.

Bruce unbuttoned his suit and then proceeded to take off his undershirt. He could feel the woman's eyes study his back as he did so. The thought of Diana's blue eyes gazing at his bare body made him feel warm. He turned his head to Diana and she quickly went back to folding the sheets.

"I think you should really go.", Bruce suggested, but who knows he doesn't want her to. "I'm gonna take my pants off now.", he heard the subtle hitch in Diana's breathing and how she slightly jumped. "You are finished with the sheets, aren't you?"

The heroine looked at Bruce and he could see the small pout on her lips. "Don't you need me," Diana started as she walked to him. "for some other kind of service... sir?"

Now it was his turn to jump. "No, I think that would be all."

"This is special service.", she said in that tone that drives Bruce crazy. She started to hook her arms around his neck. Bruce looked at her hooded blue eyes and pulled her closer against him. He brought his mouth to hers and tasted her sweetness. He could taste jellybeans and mocha on her tongue and he kissed her harder.

His hands went to caress her cheeks as her own hands dove in his mass of short black hair. They did the mouth thing for a while before they stopped and leaned their foreheads against the other's as they tried to catch their breaths.

"Bruce, Kal needs you up the Watchtower.", Diana spoke in a breathless voice sans accent that made him want to kiss her again.

"Okay, but let's finish what we started first.", he replied.

"Can't." Diana frowned. "I have a mission at the Carribean. That reminds me, I have to go. I've been gone long enough.", she placed a kiss on Bruce's cheek before pulling back and making her way to the door. Before she went out, she smiled at Bruce. "Say hello to the shower for me. You're going to want to get rid of that before someone comes in.", and she was gone.

Bruce looked down and saw what she meant. He groaned. All he wanted was sleep.

After taking a cold shower, he dried his hair with the towel and laid on his bed. He rested his head comfortably on his pillow and smelled a familiar scent on the pilow. It was Diana's scent. Oh, so she had been sleeping on his bed before he got here. He smiled and his thoughts went back to their encounter earlier. He was ready for sleep and already had a nice dream ready.

However, just before he could succumb to sleep, he could feel a tightness in his lower regions. Bruce hesitantly looked down. What he saw caused him to cry in frustration.

"Oh, come on! Not again!"