CENTENNIAL PARK, METROPOLIS - EARLY AFTERNOON
"Aaaaaggghhh", Diana yelled out in anger and frustration as she yanked at her hair which was currently snagged on a tree branch. She had just gotten shoved into a tree by Cheetah who was suddenly approaching her, but Hera help her she could not wrangle her hair free.
"Oh no, you're all tied up", Cheetah said with a smirk. "I guess I should help you out".
Cheetah then looked at her hand and at the sharp claws that adorned her fingers, they have been able to slice through metal, people, what about Wonder Woman's hair? With that thought she lunged towards Wonder Woman.
With her eyes narrowed in anger, Diana kicked Cheetah directly in the jaw before she had the chance to get those sharp claws near her long ebony locks. With Cheetah now unconscious lying on the grass, Diana looked up to see Batman sprinting towards her at what seemed like super-speed.
"DIANA!", he shouted in panic as he came to stand beside her. Seeing only a few minor scratches and an unconscious Cheetah he realized that his worry was misplaced.
"I'm fine Bruce, just a little tangled up at the moment", she said with a glance toward her tangled mane.
"Here, let me help you Princess", Bruce calmly stated while starting to methodically untangle Diana's hair from the tree.
Diana could have gotten herself unstuck, but she knew how much Bruce loved to help and take care of her, so she played along. She really did need him in more ways than one, and he needed her as well.
"There you go Princess", Bruce said as he pulled the last large bunch of hair from the branch.
With her hair free, Diana leaned in and pecked Bruce on the cheek, he wasn't a huge fan of public displays of affection, especially when he had another identity to keep secret, but he would never tell Diana that, he loved it when she showed him she loved him.
"Thank you Bruce", she said as she flashed a radiant white smile his way. "Let's go, we have to file a report".
"J'onn, two for transport to the Watchtower"
"Got your location, transporting you up now"
THE WATCHTOWER
"Thanks J'onn", Batman said as he waved at the Martian. He then looked at his Princess.
"I'll go file the report Diana, you might want to get the rest of those twigs and leaves out of your hair".
"Thanks Bruce, I'll see you later" and with that Diana starts to make her way towards her quarters. She can hear the leaves rustle in her hair as she walked.
THE WATCHTOWER- DIANA'S QUARTERS
She threw on her silky robe and made her way towards the bathroom. She started the shower and as the glass became foggy with steam she stepped in, after washing herself with lovely jasmine-scented soap and lingering under the hot water for a bit longer she stepped out. She looked at herself in the mirror. She started to play with her hair, folding it over in her hands to make it look shorter. She became lost deep in thought.
I came to Man's world on a mission for truth and justice, I've been exiled from my homeland Themyscira, and I am in love with a man, no ordinary man, but the Batman, which is against the ways of the Amazons. But while so much in my life has changed, all this time I have looked exactly the same. Maybe getting my hair stuck in that tree was a sign from the Gods that it's time for a change. Besides my hair has stayed the same, no it's gotten even longer.
"Wow" was all she could say when she looked at her hair, her long black mane that had always ended at the middle of her back extended all the way down to below her butt. She hadn't paid attention to how fast her hair had been growing ever since she left Themyscira, no wonder it had become a massive pain to deal with lately. Apparently rapid hair growth came along with her super healing.
"Well, my hair has never been cut before, I might as well see what happens", Diana said as she pulls a pair of scissors out of a drawer. She then took a tiny bunch of hair and brought the bottom toward her to see. She placed the scissors on her hair, about an inch from the bottom, then stared at herself in the mirror. With a sense of confidence, she closed her grip on the scissors. She was expecting to hear a sound that was somewhat similar to the sound of brushing hair, but what she did hear was a clang as metal hit floor, a broken pair of scissors lay on the floor and Diana's hair uncut.
"Great Hera", she said in surprise and confusion, she is immortal, not invulnerable. So why can't she cut her hair with a pair of scissors? Frustrated, she exited the bathroom and changed into her uniform before heading out to the comissionary for a much-needed iced mocha.
THE WATCHTOWER- COMISSIONARY
"Wait, say that again, you're hair is invulnerable? Wait, why in the world would you want to cut it in the first place?" Shayera exclaimed to Diana in the comissionary.
"Because Shay, I want a change, I look the same way that I did when I first left Themyscira. So much has happened since then, it just feels like the right time. Not to mention that getting my hair stuck during combat has become a serious problem."
"Ok I get it, but what will Bruce say?"
"What will Bruce say? I could care less what Bruce has to say on this matter, this is my hair, and it's attached to my head. I don't need to ask anyone, especially a man, for approval especially about my appearance. Besides, Bruce always tells me how beautiful I am, this will just proves if he loves me no matter what I look like."
"Di, you could be wearing a trash bag as a dress and still make every man on the Watchtower weak in the knees, talk about this with him, Bruce needs to be tested" Shayera said with a smirk on her face.
"Ok, I'll do it"
THE WATCHTOWER- LABORATORY
Bruce could hear her coming down the hallway towards him. As he heard her enter the room he quickly cut the security feed and turned around to face her.
"Hi Princess", Bruce said as he swung in and attacked her mouth, she responded by opening her mouth to let him in. After a minute, tongue left tongue and Diana got to the real reason she came here.
"Bruce, do you think I'm beautiful?"
"Princess, I think that you are the most beautiful woman in the entire world, and definitely the most beautiful one that I've ever laid eyes on. You Diana, are the most gorgeous and radiant woman, inside and out."
"What do you think about woman with long hair."
"Well Princess, you have long hair, and that makes me love long hair." Bruce responded as he started to stroke Diana's raven tresses.
She backed away after a minute, clearly wanting to get to the point of this conversation. She took a deep breath.
"So I was thinking that it's time for a change, a new experiment, a makeover Shayera called it. My hair is just way too long for my liking so I was thinking I would cut it. What do you think Bruce?"
"Bruce?"
"Bruce, are you alright?" Diana said with concern.
He nearly fainted right then and there as Diana talked about cutting her hair, she couldn't cut her hair, he's had dreams about her hair. Those silky, lustrous raven locks tickling his scar-ridden chest as they made love to one another. No, he wouldn't let her do it, he couldn't let it happen.
"Bruce?"
"I'm fine Diana, but what's not fine is the fact that you want to cut your hair, why would you ever want to do that?"
"Bruce, I just told you why, but that's not what's important here. What I want to know is why you don't want me to cut it." Diana said with a sexy grin.
But instead of telling her the reason, he showed her. Slipping his hand behind her head he attacked Diana with a deep kiss, he then pinned Diana up against the wall, she gasped and pressed her head back against it as primal instinct took over . Diana moaned in pleasure as his mouth found her breast and began to tease her.
"Bruce, I want you, now" Diana gasped
And with that, he pinned her down on one of the examination tables in the lab, he kissed her every curve, worshipping her body like a temple before he entered her center. Diana moaned in ecstasy, and they set a steady pace. Diana had flipped him over, becoming more dominant, her long, ebony locks draped down and tickled his chest as they made love. It was just like a dream, just like his dream.
"Now, that was why Princess", he said as he stroked her hair and gave her a kiss. "But now you have made my dream come true, what right do I have to tell you not to do this? To me, you are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, no matter what your hair looks like. Even when your head looked like a forest with twigs and leaves stuck in it it still turned me on."
"I love you Bruce."
"I love you Princess, lets go home"
The lovers then redressed and made their way to the teleporter, after setting the coordinates for the batcave, Bruce took Diana's hand and they were gone in a flash.
THE BATCAVE
"Princess, if you want to cut your hair I fully support your decision, you are beautiful no matter what. But we can't do anything about it tonight, every salon in Gotham has to be closed by now"
"Well Bruce, that's not really an issue, but there is one other tiny problem. It seems that my hair has some kind of invulnerability, I tried to snip an end off earlier just out of curiosity but instead of cutting my hair, my hair broke the scissors."
"Well, everything has a weakness, an Achille's heel, a kryptonite, your hair has to have some sort of weakness. What are your weaknesses Princess?"
"Well, if you must ask, I only have one huge weakness."
Bruce looked at her in silence with utter confusion.
"It's you Bruce! Somehow whenever I see you I turn into a little shy schoolgirl, my proud and fierce Amazonian self seems to just vanish. You are the only one who makes me nervous, but you also make me extremely happy." He smiled while hearing this, inside knowing that she has the same effect on him.
"Bruce! That's it! I have an idea.", she pointed towards his utility belt, "a batarang please."
He handed her a batarang and watched as she pulled all her hair back with one hand and slowly started to bring the batarang closer to her hair. Bruce thought he could handle this but it was just too much for him. He couldn't take it, he had to stop her before she butchered it all off.
"WAIT, STOP!" He shouted at Diana who then lowered the batarang and released her grip on her hair. "You can't just cut your own hair, you won't be able to see what you're doing. Give me the batarang, I'll cut it for you."
"Really Bruce? Thank you." Diana said, somewhat shocked.
"The batarang please Princess." She hands him the batarang.
He held the cool, sharp tool in his hands. He couldn't believe what he was about to do, but he would do anything for his Princess, absolutely anything.
"So Princess, what kind of style were you thinking?"
"Well I hadn't really gotten that far, I'll leave it up to you Bruce, I think you know me better than I know myself. I just know I want a change, a big one." She was confident in him and she knew that he would make her look beautiful.
"Alright Princess, are you sure about this?"
"Yes Bruce, now just get on with it already" Diana said with a confident look in her eyes.
"Okay" He said.
Bruce grabs Diana's hair with his hand and thinks for a second. With a vision of the final outcome in his mind, he put his nervousness aside. He began to slide his hand down her hair until he reached the top of her shoulders. Taking a deep breath, he brought the batarang right up next to her hair. Diana closed her eyes nervously, waiting to hear the sound of a broken batarang, but instead she was hearing something different. It was similar to the sound of her brushing her hair, it was the sound of cutting hair. She had never heard this sound before, she found it quite relaxing.
After he realized that he could cut her hair, Batman got to work. He started to slice off the main length of her hair, he slowly and delicately cut off small pieces, watching the long lost length fall into the heap on the cave floor. He teared up a bit as the hair fell, remembering the way his mother's pearls fell onto the blood splattered ground of the alley that dreadful night.
As if she could sense his pain, Diana reached out to him with her hand, careful not to move her head. Bruce grabbed it and squeezed tight, knowing she could handle it. Where would he be now without her? After what seemed like an eternity, Bruce let go of Diana and got back to work, proud of the fact that Diana had chosen him to do this. Layer by layer, he chopped at Diana's length with his batarang, working to achieve a soft, layered effect in her hair. So far he was succeeding at this attempt, the skills he obtained at a barber shop while on an undercover intergang mission proving to be very useful. With one last swipe, he watched as the last of Diana's length fell to the floor. Feeling a lot lighter, Diana tilted her head back in sheer ecstasy as what felt like the weight of the world came off her shoulders and fell to the floor. All her worries about Man's World, her sadness about her exile from Themyscira, her anger at the enemies she's faced in battle, her fear that Bruce didn't love her the way she loved him; now it was all lying on the floor tangled in the large heap of raven curls. With her head tilted back she looked at Bruce who was smiling at her with deep love and desire in his eyes, he leaned down and kissed her.
"You look beautiful" he whispered in her ear.
"Thank you Bruce, for everything" she said as she started to get up.
"Hold it right there Princess, I'm not done yet, I still need to style it."
Diana sat back down in Bruce's chair and Bruce proceeded to sit on her lap, his face facing towards hers. She looked at him skeptically.
"What? I have to do the front Princess", Bruce stated with a grin.
He then went on to even out the length, and create some dimension in the front of her face by making some pieces shorter to frame her face. He knew she would like being able to play with them and it drove him wild just thinking about what she would look like in her tiara. Finished and satisfied with his work, he got up from Diana's lap. He then covered her eyes with his hands and led her toward the mirror in the batcave.
"Are you ready to see yourself Princess?" Bruce said to her, she gave him a nod and slowly removed his hands from her face and then quickly wrapped them around her waist. Diana gasped at what she saw, it was like there was a different person standing in front of her. Her hair came down to right below her chin in voluminous waves, the soft layers framing her face gave her a very regal appearance, they were so delicate and beautiful, so opposite her tough, Amazonian exterior. Her hair shined lustrously and displayed Diana's radiance and grace perfectly.
Diana then put on her tiara and continued to stare in the mirror as if confirming that she was still the same person.
"Now you really look like a princess", Bruce said to her while looking in the mirror, "But you have always been and will forever be my Princess".
He then began to run his fingers through her hair and kissed her on the lips, she responded with another passionate kiss, this one lasted a little longer. They were just about to continue their loving assault but they heard footsteps coming towards them. Bruce pulled them both into the shadows, out of plain-sight.
"Oh my", Alfred said, staring at the massive heap of black hair on the floor. He wasn't sure why it was here on the floor of the batcave, but he swore he thought it came from a certain Amazon princess.
"Hello Alfred", said Diana as she emerged from the shadows to greet him.
"Well I must say Princess Diana you look simply ravishing, but why did you cut your hair and why do it here of all places?"
"Well Alfred it was time for a change, and for some reason my hair would only let Bruce cut it, good thing he did such a good job, otherwise he would have a very angry Amazon on his hands."
"Well then, well done Master Bruce, you did a fine job." Alfred said in approval of both the haircut and of Diana. He had been trying to get them to see their love for one another for so long that it had begun to seem like a lost cause. Now seeing that they were previously in the middle of something, Alfred bid them goodnight and headed towards his quarters.
Bruce immediately picked up where they left off, but he knew he would have to leave for patrol soon, there was also a founder's meeting tomorrow to prepare for.
"Bruce, I have to get back to the Watchtower" , Diana said drowsily.
"You look exhausted, sleep here tonight. We can beam up together tomorrow, it's my day off from Wayne Enterprises and besides, I want to see the look on everyone's face when they see you."
"Why? Do I look bad?"
"No, not at all, I'm just curious who will be surprised and who will be jealous."
"Of my hair?"
"Well that, and the fact that you're dating the Batman"
"Oh, so I'm not the only one who has feelings for Mr. Dark and Mysterious huh?"
"We'll just have to see about that, goodnight Princess", Bruce said playfully. He then approached the batcomputer and began to prepare for patrol, Bruce once again concealed by the mask, Batman was now all business with his true emotions once again residing inside his kevlar uniform.
Diana made her way upstairs and into Bruce's bedroom, she tucked herself into his silky sheets and fell into a deep sleep. She didn't even wake when Bruce climbed into the bed with her once he had gotten back from patrol, they snuggled in sleep long into the night. As Bruce slept, his past dreams of Diana had been replaced by new ones, her short hair resting under his chin and against his chest as they snuggled and kissed in a heated embrace, her hand caressing his jaw driving him positively wild.
WAYNE MANOR- THE NEXT MORNING
"Good morning Princess." Bruce said softly. Diana smiled at him as he snuggled her in a warm embrace.
"Morning Bruce", she responded. She then rose in the bed and stretched her ams, the sunlight from the window cascading her in warm radiance, her hair gleaming in the light. They both got out of the bed and changed into their uniforms. Diana looked at herself questioningly in the mirror, a look of concern spread across her face.
"What if no one likes it Bruce?"
"Well Princess, do you like it?"
"Yes but -" Bruce shushed her with his finger on her lips.
"As long as you love yourself, that's all that matters Princess, but I does help that I find your hair to be extremely sexy."
"Oh really?"
"Really."
"Well then, I hope you can keep yourself together during the Founder's meeting today."
"Princess, you have no idea how hard it is for me to just sit there like we are just friends and not just start kissing you senseless."
"That's funny, I always thought you were seriously paying attention Batman. Lets go, we don't want to be late."
"J'onn, two for transport from Wayne Manor" Batman said into his communicator.
Two Bruce? J'onn asked mentally.
Two, really. Batman replied.
THE WATCHTOWER
Diana and Bruce arrived on the Watchtower and to Diana's delight, the tower seemed vacant except for J'onn who now stood directly in front of them.
"J'onn", Bruce greeted him.
"Bruce", Martian Manhunter returned the greeting and then grinned as he saw that Batman's companion was none other than Diana, one of his dearest friends.
"Diana, you have done something new with your hair, it looks quite lovely." The normally stoic martian said with a smile, she radiated waves of confidence that he could have picked up on even if he wasn't a telepath.
"Thank you J'onn, I'm glad you like it, I thought that it was time for a change." Diana said as she approached J'onn to hug him.
"Everyone else is already in the conference room, the seven of us are the only people currently onboard the Watchtower, so we want to have the meeting done by the time any other leaguers arrive." J'onn briefed them on the way to the conference room.
THE WATCHTOWER- CONFERENCE ROOM
Martian Manhunter and Batman filed into the conference room followed by Wonder Woman. The dropped jaws of her co-founders let her know that her transformation had not gone unnoticed.
"Wondy! What happened to your hair Di?" Exclaimed Flash in shock and disappointment.
"Isn't it obvious Flash? She got it cut." John stated.
Diana shyly looked at Bruce while the other founders began to nail her with questions, J'onn sat quietly in his seat secretly munching on some oreos. Suddenly her hair had become the main topic of their meeting and it made Diana nervous. She squeezed his hand tight, he had never seen her this nervous but he was glad he could help calm her down. He stood up and addressed the group.
"Will all of you shut up? It's just a haircut, it's not the end of the world, and if you don't like how she looks then you don't have to say anything, I happen to think that the shorter style looks really great on Diana, it really compliments her cheekbones." Bruce said to the group.
Wonder Woman did a double take, did Batman just compliment me in front of all the founders?
"Well..., I still think Wondy looks as sexy as ever" Flash said with a flirty tone. Bruce gave him a patented bat-glare from across the room.
"Will you ever get a clue Wally, she's not into you like that." said Shayera.
"Persistence is key in any situation, I'll eventually win you over Di, I just know it."
Diana flashed a friendly smile and then spoke for the first time since arriving in the conference room, "Don't we actually have some important things to discuss?"
"Yes, we did." stated Superman, "But now I want the whole story of your haircut, start to finish. I saw you come back from your mission with long hair yesterday, so I know this all happened sometime between now and then."
"Okay", Diana took a deep breath, and started at the beginning, she made to leave certain special details out, much to Bruce's delight. In time they would reveal their relationship to the other founders, but now was not the right time. She talked about her hair's invulnerability, which raised questions about how she cut her hair and more importantly who cut it. But Diana left them guessing as she exited the conference room with her hand in Bruce's, they headed towards her quarters, her head resting on his shoulder as her hair tickled his chest.
He may have originally been against this change, he hated change, liked things to stay the same. But this was a change for the better, he thought as he walked down the hall with his Princess.
-THE END -