Alright guys, here is another one-shot that I had thought up. I don't know why I wrote this really, but it has been bugging me and bugging me. So I have decided to finally post it so that way I can get back on track. I'm not sure what it is with this pairing that grabbed ahold of me, but one day it just became to be. If that makes any sense. I hope that you at least enjoy reading this.

In the Monitor Womb:

Personal: Wonder Woman

Code Entry: 543621

Time: 12:23

Location: Training Room

Wally's eyes rove over the green blinking letters excitedly before rubbing his hands together fast.

"Finally the time has come!" He shouts out. "I was wondering when they would finally do this. Wonder Woman the great Amazon against the man who is a better fighter than even Batman is going toe to toe. Entertainment can't get any better than this."

Grabbing the bag of popcorn at his side he settles himself comfortably on a black chair before turning his attention to the security feeds.

He watches intently as the two figures circle around each other slowly.

"Come on, come on…" He utters under his breathe a bit impatiently.

"Wally shut up, I'm trying to listen." Green Lantern complains while leaning against the table.

Wally just ignores him.

"Who do you think is going to win?" Hawkgirl's voice rings clearly from the automatic doors she has just stepped through.

"Wondy of course." Wally scoffs not taking his eyes off of the screen for a moment less he manages to miss seeing the first blow.

John just rolls his eyes and greets Shayera with a quick kiss on the cheek.

"I don't know it's hard to say exactly. They are both exceptional fighters."

Shayera nods in agreement and turns to the Martian Manhunter who is trailing into the room after her.

"J'onn?" She questions.

"I have to say that I agree with John on this matter. They both have been dubbed as the invincible fighting couple within the Justice League. We won't know who is better between the two until the end."

Wally shakes his head. "Too bad Bat's isn't here to see this. He would blow if he knew that they were going to wreck this place apart. Remember when he got on you back for that laser beam incident Supes?"

Superman nods his heads as he comes to stop by the table. "Yeah he wasn't too happy about that." He recalls rubbing his head a bit sheepishly.

"Enough talk about Batman." Shayera rebukes him.

"What do you think about this fight Clark." She asks after giving a glare to Wally.

"I'm not so sure. I still believe that Batman is better fighter." He pauses. "I just hope that they don't injure each other badly." He adds with a slightly concerned glanced.

"They'll be fine." Shayera comments.

"Yes!" Wally shouts out, pumping his fists into the air. Understanding dawns on all of them at Wally's confusing burst of excitement as all eyes turn to the screen where the fight has finally begun.

Shayera leans in close to John's ear.

"I bet you fifty bucks that Diana wins."

He raises an eyebrow. "Didn't you promise Diana that you wouldn't bet on her fights anymore?"

"Maybe? Afraid you'll lose."

He grins. "Woman you have yourself a deal."

She gives him a 'You're going down" smile before turning back to the screen where a figure covered in black and the fierce Amazon are holding nothing back.

Inside the Training Room: Diana's POV

The time has finally come. It is just me against him. No limitations. No having to hold back. Not with him.

Sure I could have let loose in strength with Kal, but he had no training whatsoever. It was always a bit easier than it should have been to subdue him in hand to hand combat.

Bruce was another opponent I had frequently sparred with. Although he was an excellent fighter he was still only human. I could not in good faith use my strength when I was with him, without severely injuring him. With one or the other I always had to hold back in something whether it was in strength or skill.

But with him I was able to use both. Of course I couldn't use flight or the lasso when sparring with him but I didn't use them during training on Themyscira either.

Slowly we begin to circle each other. Both of us eye the others movements warily. Waiting and anticipating who will strike first.

We both pause for a moment and lock eyes.

He grins at me, his fang like teeth gleaming in the light. "You know I'm only going to break your heart darling." He says roughly, but with an amused expression in his eyes.

I smirk in response.

"Really? How so?"

He chuckles. "By proving to you that I am a better fighter than you."

With those last words he leaps at me, attacking with his right fist. It collides painfully against my collar bone, sending me stumbling slightly backwards.

Quickly I steady myself and let loose an attack of my own. Punch after punch I throw at him. Each hit growing stronger and stronger by the second.

Impressively he manages to take the punishment easily enough as I force him farther backwards.

Once his back collides with the wall he swiftly crouches down and rolls out the way as I strike once more. My fist is sent flying into the wall and embeds itself deeply.

With a grunt of frustration I wrench my arm free, but by the time I do, he is already behind me.

His blows match my own in speed and strength. Hitting certain sensitive nerve endings along my back and shoulders, he manages to temporarily cause me to lose the strength in my limbs.

With a strangled cry, I fall on all fours, my arms and legs trembling slightly.

Chuckling he edges closer to me and brushes the hair away from my ear. I grit my teeth at the tingling sensation growing alongside my face due to his touch.

"How do you like that for a demonstration darling? Proof enough for you?" He whispers into my ear lowly.

"Is that all you got?" I reply, turning my head toward his.

I push my upper body from the floor and with renewed strength; I grip his muscular shoulders from behind and flip him over my body which sends him into the wall. Slowly I stand up, my hair falling to the side of my face as I begin to grow steady once more.

With a grunt he to stands.

I grin somewhat wickedly at him.

"Don't torture yourself baby, you know I'm only going to break your heart."

He huffs out a breath causing his dark bangs to fall across his brow and hang low over his eyes, making him look very irresistible at the moment.

Cracking his neck, he strides forwards.

"Not if I can help it." He growls out, charging once again.

He rushes at me with a roar.

I brace myself against the impact and grab his clenched fists with my own hands.

His momentum causes my footing to slide across the floor. With a slight grunt I push him back while loosening my hold on him.

Without pausing I swing my right leg up and over in a tight arch, connecting with the side of his head and hearing a satisfying thud.

Somewhat dazed he stumbles back and I waste no time in striking him down. Leaping forward, I hook my leg around the back of his own and pull.

He tumbles like a ton of bricks.

I know that he is holding back still. I can feel it and I don't like it.

"How many times have you had to hold back Logan? Huh?" I ask as I watch him rise.

"How many times during sparring sessions have you come so close to fully losing control? From letting that inner animal to completely take over?" I taunt.

Perhaps it is cruel but it is necessary in order to coax him out of his shell. Too many times he has tried to hold himself back in order to not hurt those that he loves. He needs to know that with me he can be himself. I can't have him acting as if I am a fragile doll when I am around him, another reason for this sparring session.

I crouch low to the ground, watching him through the curtain of hair draping over my face.

"Let me just say this, and I'm only going to say it once." I pause as his eyes flash dangerously. "Give it all you got."

Snarling he runs at me, claws flashing in the air as he slashes at me violently. Sparks fly as I brace myself against his onslaught and deflect his deadly blows with my bracelets.

He backs away panting heavily but not because he is tired. I know better. It is because he is riled up and ready to go.

I take this time to glance at my silver bracelets.

I frown at the slight scuff marks that he was able to inflict upon them.

"Do you know how long it's going to take me to buff those out?" I growl at him.

He answers with another deep snarl. He crouches low to the ground, his eyes glued to my lean figure. I can't help the feeling of excitement as he leaps upward through the air, launching his body at my own.

He fly's at me hard and fast aiming to land on my shoulders and knock me to the floor in order to pin me down.

Quickly I brace myself securely on the ground and cross my arms high above my head in order to lessen the blow.

The force of him landing on me pushes me down heavily causing the floor to crack beneath my knees.

Gritting my teeth I heave upwards and launch him into the ceiling.

Gravity isn't too kind with him and he falls back down with a dull thud. Shaking himself he staggers to his feet and motions me to come forward with a crooked finger.

I take a running leap and launch myself into the air. Twirling gracefully I extend both legs, making sure to keep them tightly together side by side. With a warriors cry I kick into his stomach and send him sprawling across the floor.

Landing lightly on the balls of my feet I grin in satisfaction at the sight of a very Wolverine like hole in the wall.

That is going to leave a mark.

An angry growl erupts from the dark depths and claws viscously slash through the drywall as he cuts his way out, sending dust to thickly pollute the air.

Once again he is on the move. Punch after punch he throws at me. Some make their target but most are expertly diverted by me. I grip him about the shoulders and head butt him hard.

A loud ring echoes throughout my ears causing my head to ache dully. Probably not the best move to do when it involves an indestructible tiara and an adamantium skull.

I can vaguely hear him emit a snarl in annoyance.

Shaking my head I turn back to him and try to focus on his slightly blurry figure.

Looking at his face I can see that his eyes look less wild and more focused, but I am satisfied to find them no less fierce.

His left leg fly's through the air and connects harshly with my ribs. No sooner than doing that, does he grab the back of my head and bang it bluntly against the wall.

Reaching out blindingly behind me, I grip his forearm tightly and swing him around; smashing his whole body against the same wall my face was just so recently thrown against.

I spin around and strike his side, but faster than I he grabs ahold of that hand tightly before wrenching me around.

Slamming my back against his chest, his thick arm closes tightly over my throat.

I slam my body backwards, ramming him into the wall repeatedly. Debris explodes around us embedding drywall into our hair. His leg slams into the small of my back and he throws me down unto the hard floor, his weight pinning me down securely.

Tensing my muscles I roll around, until our positions are reversed and I have him pinned underneath my back.

His hand having lost its hold on my arm, I easily free it and slam it backwards, connecting with his nose.

Leaping up, I whirl around before pinning his shoulders down and straddling him. Wet blood trickles from his already healed nose.

"You're good." He says panting.

"I can hold my own against a kryptonian remember?" I remind him with a smile.

"Yes, but honey I'm a whole new level of dangerous myself."

With a mighty roar, he throws me off while re-extending his claws. I easily roll into a fighting stance and waste no time in waiting.

This time, I have the upper hand and attack first.

Running forward I slam my shoulders against his body and run him through a steel door where all the robotic mechanisms lie stored.

He grunts in discomfort as his unintended presence rips the robots apart and sends electricity running through his body.

Grapping the front of his shirt I drag him back out and knee him roughly in the gut.

I then proceed to slam my right fist into his knee cap, popping it out of place.

My hand hums from the punch.

He lets out a roar and slumps to the ground while spitting some blood on the floor.

Quickly he grabs his knee and pops it back into place. "You asked for it darling." He growls out.

Leaping to his feet he slashes at me with his claws.

They clang loudly against my bracelets as I push them away from me but one strike manages to gain contact with my thigh, I ignore the burning sensation of blood pulsing freely as I continue block his blows.

He stops and instead opts for punching forward. His knuckles connect with my jaw, the force of his blow causing my head to snap backwards.

Grabbing a handful of my hair, he slams my head hard against his other knee before tossing me aside.

Walking up to me, he leans over my sore body.

He has me in a tough spot, him crouching over me holding me down securely by the shoulders.

Thinking fast I stretch my neck forward and kiss him deeply. His body shudders in pleasure and his grip weakens. Taking advantage of this I shove him off of me and throw him to the ground before straddling him around the waist and pinning his wrists above his head.

My hair flows down from my face and brushes his shoulders.

Leaning down, I arch my body against his own and whisper lowly into his ear.

"I'm a whole new level of dangerous myself darling. I win."

He smirks amusingly in response. Offering a small smile of my own, I move to get off of him. In the blink of an eye he snakes his arm about my waist tightly and tugs me down sharply. He smashes his lips against my own in a passionate kiss.

"Never start something and leave it unfinished." He whispers to me once we pull away from each other due to lack of oxygen.

Laughing lightly I move off of him before he can steal another kiss.

"I'll have to remember that next time then." I answer amusingly.

"I'll be looking forward to that Sugar, real soon."

Swatting him playfully on the arm, I begin to slide off of him as his grip reluctantly loosens from around me.

A voice suddenly barks out from behind us and we both freeze.

"What are you doing!"

Snapping my head around, I stiffen at the dark menacing sight of the one and only Batman.

Of course he would be able to override my lock codes.

"What do you want Batman?" I ask as calmly as I can, but it comes out sounding more like an annoyed retort.

He finally steps out of the shadowed corner and half of his body becomes more visible. The lenses of his cowl are trained solely on Logan.

"What is he doing here Princess?" He asks me, without looking away from Logan.

I can feel his body tense beside me and I pace a firm hand on his forearm to calm him down a bit. It would do no good if Logan decided to attack Bruce right now.

"What kind of question is that Bruce? I brought him here of course."

His face turns to my own and I feel my heart clench at the intensity of his gaze.

Oh so familiar.

"I thought you knew better Princess. There are rules but apparently you think you can ignore them." I rise to my feet with a huff, pulling Wolverine up with me.

Quickly before things start to get out of hand I turn to Logan. Leaning in close to him, he in turn places a broad hand against my back possessively. Slowly I move his hand from there.

I press my lips against his ear, whispering some things to him discreetly.

He nods in understanding and pecks me on the cheek.

I pull away from him fast, feeling uncomfortable with displaying such public affection in front of Bruce. I don't want him criticizing me on not acting professional while technically being on duty or some other excuse that only he would come up with.

I wonder how much he had seen before entering.

Something flickers across his features, but it is gone within a second.

His hands clench into fists and he stiffly steps away from me.

He shrugs past Bruce roughly, and I sigh in exasperation as their shoulders collide unnecessarily.

Wolverine growls lowly in his throat as Bruce continues to glare icily at him.

"Watch it Bub."

Once Logan is gone, I breathe a little easier. Now all I have to deal with is Bruce.

I'm prepared to tell him just how I did follow the rules. But before I can utter a single word he explodes.

"What were you thinking Diana?" He snarls. "You know better than to bring him here without consulting me first. He is a loose cannon. He could potentially hurt someone on board if he gets out of control. What's worse is that he is not even a member of this team. We don't have a full understanding of how he handles being up here." I cross my arms over my chest angrily.

"Why is it that I have to consult you?" I ask him hotly.

He steps closer. "It clearly states in the rules that before bringing a non-member into the watchtower, you must consult with a founding member."

I don't back down. "Yes, it does Bruce. A founding member, I think J'onn is as good as any founding member to consult. It does not say it has to be Batman specifically."

"That's not the point." He replies gruffly. "Who do you think funds this base Diana? Me. I am responsible for all this damage." He says sweeping his arm across the room. I wince at the destruction we have caused but that does not lessen my anger. "And it would be nice to know beforehand so that way I can be prepared for major costs."

Now I can feel myself grow even angrier.

"When Bruce? When should I have told you?" I clench my fists. "When is a good time for you? Huh? When you're on your nightly patrols? While your chasing down Joker? Or would it be better for you to do it during your dates with Catwoman?"

He takes a slight step back at that.

"Anyways, I never see you that much anymore Bruce. You've been holed up in that Cave for two years now. Do you even realize what happened? I got married Bruce, just a couple of weeks ago, you wouldn't know that would you. You have been off of the grid these past few weeks doing who knows what."

His jaw clenches and a vein on his neck bulge.

"I tried to tell you, but you have a way of eluding me during missions. I couldn't even visit you in the Batcave because you locked me and everyone else out. Even when I do see you, you're always accusing me of doing something wrong. It seems as if I cannot do anything right in your eyes." I grit my teeth. "Did you know that he is even considering the possibility of joining the Justice League to be closer with me? These months have proven that we are a well-functioning team. At least now you won't be able to torture me with the 'He's not a member' speech anymore."

He seems beyond furious, his lens narrowed to slits, muscles tense and stiff.

"Diana you shouldn't have married that monster. He's a ticking time bomb." He growls out.

"I don't need your permission to do anything Batman. Logan is in no way a threat to this base and bringing him here endangers no one. I know him Bruce and I trust him with my life."

"Have you ever thought that he could be a danger to you, not exactly physically but emotionally?" He spits out.

I stare at him speechless. His lips are thinned in a grim line.

"No more dangerous than you have ever been for me Bruce." I whisper looking away.

I breathe in deeply.

"I can't believe you're here doing this. After all this time you finally decide to be concerned for heart and its emotions."

I shake my head, biting my lip.

"You know that night where you stood me up Bruce?"

I look at him sadly and he doesn't meet my eyes.

"That was the eighth time Bruce. It took me eight dateless dates for me to realize that you weren't coming. You were never going to come, no matter how long I waited. You didn't care about my feelings then, did you?"

"Diana… I was a jerk then but now I want to right the wrong. I know that if you give us a chance-" He pleads while taking my hand in his own.

I wrench it free. How dare he.

"Didn't you just hear what I said? I am married! You had your chance Bruce. You could have found something within you to at least try. But you didn't, and I was left with a broken heart."

I look him dead in the eye.

"Logan may be gruff, irreverent, mean tempered and rebellious but he is at least willing. Willing to open up to me and let me in."

"Diana-" He tries again.

"No! Enough is enough. You were to late this time Batman. You should know by now that brooding away never gets you anywhere." I cut him off sharply.

"You're already responsible for destroying some of my happiness Bruce. I'm not about to make the mistake of letting you have a hand in crushing what I have managed to find in being with him." I growl at him.

"He is my husband, so deal with it and stop getting on my nerves."

Hands clenched, lips tightened, I push past him and head out the door.

I punch in my personal code and my door slides open with a hiss.

It almost completely dark except for the soft glow emitting from my single window.

Logan seems to be nowhere in sight.

Suddenly there are arms that grab me from behind and slam me against the wall.

Logan's face is inches from my own. The frustration is clear as day on his strict features.

I watch as his dark eyes briefly lock with my own, then flicker away with a steel edge glint in them.

"You still love him, don't you?" He snarls out, barring his teeth.

I don't answer immediately and he takes my silence in a negative answer.

He strikes his arm forward with amazing speed. Both outer claws extend, piercing through the air with a slight whistle as he traps my neck between the two blades of death and pins me against the wall.

My ears ring with the sound of the blades piercing the wall behind me so cleanly.

"After all this time, I thought you had gotten over him especially when we got married. Yet you still never want me around when you do happen to see him. You feel his eyes on us and you immediately move away from me."

In his anger the middle claw ever so slowly extends, getting closer and closer to my throat.

I still do not move.

Instead I relax my tensed muscles and look deeply into the dark pools of black that reside within his eyes.

The frustration, rage, and anger emit off of him in waves.

And suddenly I know.

I know how he feels, because I have felt all that before.

I know what he wants because I had also wanted it then. I wanted the truth. I wanted to know that someone did love me and care for me. I especially wanted honesty. But with me that one person I had wanted it from then, never gave it to me.

"Yes." My voice rings out steady and true.

He just stares at me, his eyes searching my own for something, and I can see the pain that flashes through them clearly this time.

I raise my chin.

"Yes Logan, I still love Bruce. A part of me always will and I can't change that. No matter how hard I try, but I do know that I love you. I'm not some woman who would use another man to nurture my broken heart and then toss him aside in a split second. I'm the kind of woman, that when I know what I want I will fight to have it. Bruce never gave me a chance to fight for him. Perhaps something could have been with me and him if he had, but I will never know now because I am with you. I chose you."

His mouth is still pulled into a snarl, but he is listening.

"I would go to the ends of the earth for him, if I had to." His eyes harden. "But for you Logan. For you I would travel across the entire universe."

His breathing slows but he does not move away. Tentatively -as not to scare him-I place my left hand above his knuckles where his claws emerge from the skin.

His eyes snap toward the movement and he stares at my hand in slight wonder.

My eyes rove across the panes of his face, so sharp and rough, yet beautiful.

My heart aches at the pain and hurt he must feel from my slight rejection in the training room.

As if suddenly realizing the position he has placed me in, he jerks away.

He tears his claws out of the wall so fast that my hair flies forward from the motion.

He backs up and turns from me not letting me see his face.

With a growl he attacks the door with a heavy punch, leaving a perfect mold of his clenched fist carved into the smooth metal.

"I'm sorry." He mumbles, gritting his teeth.

He is panting slowly with his shoulders hunched and fists securely at his side.

"I shouldn't… I shouldn't have done that. I was just angry." He breathes out, staring at his own fists.

I walk slowly up to him and enclose his hands with my own.

"It's alright Logan; I know that it's not easy for you at times to control your temper."

He looks up at me.

"But I trust you enough to know that you would never hurt me."

"Do you truly love me Diana?"

I lean against his broad chest.

"Yes Logan I truly do. Why else would I marry you? It wasn't because of your unique hair do, that's for sure."

He grins at that and presses his nose against my ear.

"Even if I'm such a loose cannon,and hot tempered man?" He asks. "Most people would be running away by now."

I laugh.

"Oh Logan it takes more than a wild man to scare an Amazon off."

"I'm a wild man now?" He asks amusingly while raising an eyebrow. I can feel the tension ebb away from his body slowly.

"Yes. You're my wild man." I say looking at his lips and leaning in closer.

"My wild woman." He whispers against my lips in a slow kiss.

I pull away with throbbing lips.

"Come my Wolverine."

And obediently he follows me, away from the window and deeper into the shadows.

Here you go. Finally it is done and over with. This story was long, so it was kinda harder to find all the mistakes, so if you find any, please let me know. Thanks. :)

As you can see, even though I wrote a Diana/Logan story, I couldn't help but add Bruce. Even writing this I am a BMWW fan and can't resist the mention of a relationship between the two.

Now after you read this story you might think that it is totally way off, but remember this is a fan fiction story and I'm only human.

When typing this up (Which felt like it took forever!) I wasn't too sure about the fact that Wolverine was a better fighter than Batman. I believe it is solely based on opinion.

My opinion is based on the fact that Logan does have a good chance of being better.

My Reasons: He is a great with swords (Obviously) and has been around longer than Bruce; creating the ability for him to better master his fighting skills and he create more experience. And lastly he has the potential to kill Bruce with one blow from his claws, but I'm sure that Bruce is way more skilled than to let that occur.

Anyways tell me what you think about this by reviewing and if you know of any other Wonder Woman/Wolverine fanfics on this site let me know! I would love to read them. Bye for now! ;)

P.S. If you guys think that this one-shot has the potential of becoming a short story, let me know, I would love to hear your thoughts on how this could go on.