Merry Christmas everyone! This is my first JLU fic so any input would be welcome. Thanks to Choasmob for some needed guidance.

enjoy! (fingers crossed)

Diclaimer: I do not own Justice League or any related property nor do I gain any profit from this publication

Diana rolled over, burying her face in her pillow, hoping that the incessant cries of her two month old child would die down as he realised no one was coming for him. Unfortunately that didn't happen and a frustrated Diana threw back the covers and walked into the nursery next door and straight to her son's crib.

"Hey my little sun and stars, what's all the noise for?" Diana asked softly, as she lifted the tiny child into her arms, again hoping that he would stop crying. But that was only wishful thinking, Thomas continued to cry and Diana felt helpless to stop it.

She knew he wasn't hungry, she'd only just fed, burped and changed him readying him for bed after Bruce had gone out on patrol. However, just like his father, the son of Batman was not for going down without a fight. Damn his stubbornness.

Scared that Alfred would be kept awake by her son's cries, Diana took action. Grabbing his day bag from behind the bedroom door, she went down to the Batcave heading to the only place she knew Thomas would stop his cries.

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Diana materialised on the platform, crying baby in arms. The first thing she noticed was how the watchtower was ghostly silent a complete to the hustle and bustle of the early days of the league.

Currently none of the JLU members resided full time on the tower, preferring the newly built tower in Metropolis which was closer to home for most. Nowadays, members only came aboard for Monitor Duty preferring to stay on Earth, for Diana that seemed a shame, after all the watchtower provided a better tactical advantage than any Earth-based station.

Thomas' cries echoed down the corridors and Diana prayed that no-one had decided to stay aboard that night or they too would not be getting any sleep. She made a beeline for the mess hall knowing it was away from the majority of the quarters; just in case anyone else was aboard.

Diana decided to ignore the urge to grab an Iced Mocha, knowing that she wouldn't have a chance of getting any sleep with caffeine flowing through her body. Instead she focused on trying to calm her child, before he made himself sick.

Diana laid down on the couch resting Thomas on her chest. To her surprise, Thomas' cries instantly trailed off to whimpers as his tiny eyes focused on the stars and Earth outside. Diana breathed a sigh of relief as she felt her son's breathing slow to a steady pace, and Diana finally allowed her own eyes to close; lulled to sleep by Thomas steady breathing.

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Superman had heard Thomas' cries as Diana had materialised in the transporter room however, he did not rush out to see what was wrong as he didn't want to stress her out further. Therefore, he thought it safer to stay a little longer on monitor duty than to solve his curiosity. The man of steel listened carefully as Thomas' cries died down to whimpers and then his breathing as he went to sleep, followed closely by Diana and he breathed a sign of relief, at least nothing was seriously wrong.

His heart went out to his best friend, who he knew was struggling under the pressure of being a first time mother and with Bruce making himself scarce there was only so more Diana would be able to take.

An incoming call brought Superman back from his thoughts...it was Wayne Manor.

"Alfred, what can I do for you?" Superman asked, smiling as the butler appeared on the screen in front of him.

"Are Ms. Diana and Master Thomas aboard?" Alfred asked, concerned as Superman was for the well being of the duo.

"Yes Alfred, both are sleeping soundly-albeit on the couch" Superman replied and Alfred looked like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders allowing to sit up straight.

"Well make sure she finds a bed. Master Bruce will not be best pleased to find her on the couch when he returns." And with that Alfred was gone, probably back to bed, leaving a black screen.

"Don't I know it," Superman mumbled to himself as he left the Monitor Womb.

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Anxiety filled Diana as she started to drift back to consciousness, the weight that had previously been on her chest was no longer there and the scratchy fabric on her back had been replaced with cotton sheets. Definitely not the same place that she had fallen asleep, somehow she'd found bed though not the one she shared with Bruce at home, the sheets gave that one away.

Her eyes shot open and the amazonian bolted upright as her anxiety turned to panic. Blue eyes flickered around the room, trying to locate her tiny son.

"He's not here Princess," Diana jumped as a voice came from the shadows of the room. Her eyes focused on the figure in the shadows.

"Where is he Bruce?" Diana asked throwing back the covers and jumping out of bed,

"Isn't that something you should know Princess? You were, after all the one who brought him up here," Batman replied stonily, Diana felt her temper start to rise, how could he be so calm? There son was missing. But then it occurred to her that they were still on the Watchtower, therefore he would be with someone they knew soothing her nerves somewhat.

"Don't play with me Bruce," Diana warned "I've had enough" her voice softening, as she tried to get past Bruce and to the door. He reached out to grab her arm.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Batman asked, to anyone else his voice would have sounded the same, but Diana heard it soften as much as The Batman would let it.

"It means Bruce, that I'm sick and tired of being a single parent, of having to raise our sonby myself while your gallivanting around Gotham"

"Gallivanting?" "You call protecting the millions of people gallivanting? Earning money to support our family gallivanting?"

"Money? Bruce are you being serious, you have more money than you will ever know what to do with! But that's not the poin.!" she exclaimed throwing her hands in the air and taking a deep breath. "The point I'm making is how much time have you spent with Thomas? In two months how many times have you fed him, changed him or even just held him?"

"Diana, I..."

"I know you have responsibilities to Gotham but would it kill you to spend a little time with your family. Lucius is very able man, you've left him in charge before why not now? Same with Nightwing?" Diana asked, but then she thought about it as Batman stood, clearly trying to find the right words to say. "No I'm sorry Bruce. It would kill you wouldn't it? How stupid of me to think otherwise, to think that you would want to spend time with us."

"Diana don't do this," Bruce begged,

"Don't do what? The truth hurts doesn't it" And with Diana pushed past Batman to the door. "I'll see you at home." She was gone.

Bruce cursed himself how could he have been so stupid. Why hadn't the detective in him seen the signs? He had successfully allowed his work- both day and night- to take over his life after swearing to himself that he would be a better father to Thomas than he had been to Richard and Tim.

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Diana located her son in the mess hall, quietly watching the stars with Superman. The sight made her stomach lurch, it should've been Bruce sitting there cuddling his child, speaking soft, soothing tones to him not Kal; as much as she loved him, he could never replace Thomas' father.

"Hey, hows he doing?" Diana whispered coming around the back of the couch to lean of Kal's shoulder. Iignoring her friends sympathetic look knowing his super hearing must've pick up her argument with Bruce, Diana stroked her son's cheek.

"Fine, sleeps like angel," Superman replied in an equally hushed tone, looking down at the tiny child in his arms. "How are you?"

"Fine thanks Kal. Come on baby boy, lets go home," Diana smiled taking Thomas into her arms, kissing Kal on the cheek.

"Diana if you ever need anything or need me to..."

"I know where you are Kal, I promise I'll come to you first" Diana smiled.

"Remember you may be Wonder Woman but that doesn't mean that you have to shoulder the responsibility all on your own." Superman said worry laced in his voice. Diana gave a weak smile and nodded.

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Bruce Wayne climbed his mansion stairs two at a time his mood hadn't improved from his argument with Diana and he desperately wanted to talk things through before she did something drastic. On his way to the master bedroom, he couldn't resist a visit to his sleeping son, guilt eating at him.

He quietly padded over to his tiny son's crib careful not to wake him. Bruce Wayne was still amazed at the life he and Diana had created, Thomas would forever be his and he hoped his father would be proud with what he'd achieved. And watching over the tiny form Bruce took comfort from the soft rising and falling of his chest allowing him to remember the true innocence of the world.

However, guilt still ate at the billionaire. In the last 8 weeks he had been so busy trying to solve Gotham's problems, he was already starting to miss the little moments in his son's life such as his first smile- that went to Alfred- the first time he cried with tears or when he'd grown out of his first baby grow.

The guilt train was broken by Thomas' whimpers which quickly escalated to full blown screaming. In the next room he heard Diana mumble loudly.

"Go back to sleep Princess, I've got him." Bruce said knowing she would hear through the baby monitor that sat at their bed side. He reached into the crib and gently pulled his son into his arms.

"Now what's all the screaming for little man?" Bruce asked, Thomas instantly stopped wailing gazing at his father. "See nothings wrong is it?" But as soon as Bruce tried to put him in his crib, Thomas started to cry again.

"Ok, maybe that's not such a good idea" holding the baby close to his chest rocking him gently.

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Diana, unable to sleep, listened to Bruce comfort Thomas in the nursery. But that was it, Thomas was up, that child had the sleeping pattern of a giraffe which wasn't much better than his father's. She could hear how his cries would pick up every time Bruce tried to place him back in his crib.

She turned, glanced at the clock, 5:04am, and sighed she managed a total of two hours sleep that night. A great way to start the day. But Bruce would be fairing no better.

"Bruce?" He turned to see Diana leaning against the doorway,

"I said I had him," Bruce replied, gazing down a wide-eyed Thomas,

"I know, buts its early and you've been up all night. You should go get some rest," Diana replied pushing off the door frame, arms crossed across her chest.

"So have you?" he replied back,

"But I've not got to be up for work at 9 but if you're going to be awkward then suit yourself," Diana snapped dragging her hand through her hair, god that man irritated her.

"Diana, I'm sorry," Bruce whispered reaching out for her, "Go get some rest you need it more than I do, I've survived on less sleep before" He said, trying to get a small smile out of her.

"If you say so. I'll see you tonight?" Diana asked looking up at Bruce, her eyes pleading with him to say yes.

"Hmm..."

"Bruce, have you listened to a word I said on the Watchtower. I can't do..."

"Hey, you don't have to. I've already asked Dick to cover for tonight and if its quiet he'll do the rest of the week. So how about dinner?" he asked politely shifting Thomas onto his hip allowing his free arm to wrap around Diana's shoulders pulling her close to his chest.

"Its a start Bruce." "We can have dinner, but I want it here and we'll cook it. A family dinner." Diana said, smiling at Bruce's feigned look of horror.

"But Alfred..."

"Alfred can try all he likes but he is not making dinner. I want us to make it, like normal families do, tonight Alfred can just enjoy it without the work."

"Ok but Diana?"

"Yes?"

"We'll never be normal, not with our friends."

Diana laughed, "That is true, but where's the fun in normal?" leaning her head against Bruce's chest, her eyes watching her son. "Do you think he'll resent us for not being normal? You know like Tim did when he was younger,"

"I think that he'll turn out just fine. I was never much of a father to Dick as he will tell you, he saw himself more as an apprentice than a son. But I promise you Diana that I will try my hardest to be the best father possible,"

"That is all I wanted to hear Bruce," Diana whispered unshed tears giving her eyes a glossy look, she turned her head to face Bruce, mouth inches from his. "I love you Bruce Wayne" she murmured closing the gap between their lips.

"I love you too Princess."

Hope you enjoyed, not very christmasy but its something I've been working on for a little while. Please review :) x