When I was Your Man

BruceDiana

Chapter 1

A/N: While listening to the radio, a song from Bruno Mars came up entitled, "When I was Your Man". Honestly, the first thing that popped in my head as I listened to the lyrics was Bruce and Diana and thus, this fanfic was written. This is my take on how Bruce feels now that Superman and Wonder Woman are together. (Eeewww, by the way. No offense, SMWW shippers) I'm going place two verses of the song per chapter and we'll see how this goes. Read & Review :)

Same bed, but it feels just a little bit bigger now

Our song on the radio, but it don't sound the same

When our friends talk about you all that it does is just tear me down

Cause my heart breaks a little when I hear your name

And it all just sound like oh, oh, oh

Bruce opened his eyes with a groan as the sunshine rays shone through the windows. Once again, it was one of those sleepless nights. He glanced to his right only to find an empty space. She was suppose to be there sleeping. He was supposed to see her beautiful face whenever he woke up. It always brought a smile on his face whenever she woke up and just gaze at him. He would always place a wayward strand of hair behind her ear and she would smile at that. She would caress his face with her soft hands and he would love the sensation of it. Bruce gazed at the ceiling then closed his eyes with a deep sigh.

He slowly got up from bed and decided to grab some breakfast before hitting the training room in the Batcave. As he went down the stairs at the entrance of the cave, his thoughts clouded back to Diana and her newfound love who was Clark. He knew somehow and in some way, it would eventually happen. They would eventually connect in the end.

Bruce wrapped his hands with some tape before doing a few warm-ups. He stood in front of a punching bag. First, he gave a few straight punches before moving to do some jabs. His mind eventually mused back to them. He lied to them when he said he was happy for them. How could he say the truth in front of them? Of her? He couldn't tell her that he still loved her. He couldn't say in front of Clark that he wants Diana back. Still, his heart wanted to do so. Bruce got angry of himself after seeing the two of them together have a moment. It was supposed to be him in Clark's position now if he had not let the chance go by.

With much anger, Bruce sent the punching bag flying across the room with a forceful uppercut. His breathing had gone ragged and his eyes filled with hate. He was stupid of what he had done to Diana. To make things worse, his comm. link beeped. He walked to the Batcomputer, typed in a few keys before he spoke, "J'onn." He greeted the green alien that appeared on the large screen. "Batman, your presence is needed in the Watchtower. The new technicians need to be briefed and Superman believes that you are the right person to do it," J'onn spoke calmly. Bruce grunted, "Alright, ETA is 10 minutes." He replied before he signed out. He went to the shower room to rinse off the sweat then clad himself with the cape and cowl.

Batman stood on the transporter, typing in the coordinates of the watchtower before beaming up. He rematerialized a few milliseconds later and he was now on board the watchtower. He walked towards the elevator to head up to the monitor bay where J'onn stood, watching the screens of different missions. When he arrived, he stood silently behind J'onn. "Batman," the Martian greeted first without even glancing at him. "J'onn," he strode beside J'onn, no longer wondering how he had managed to know his presence. "The new technicians are now stationed in the Tech Room awaiting you," J'onn was now facing him. Batman nodded before heading to the Tech room to meet with the new tech guys.

As Batman walked down the corridors, he heard a faint conversation of Fire and Ice, who were walking behind him, talking about Superman and his relationship with a certain Amazon. He felt his heart skip a beat and he almost stopped in his tracks at the sound of Diana's name. "I think they're pretty perfect for each other. Both are meta-humans and they can understand one another because of it," he heard Fire say in her Brazilian accent. "I agree. They've connected with one another. It's a perfect relationship, plus they have matching uniforms," he heard Ice agree, and then she added, "When it comes to colors, that is." Both women giggled before they passed by Batman and gave him a nod. He nodded back nonchalantly before he went to the right where the Tech Room was located.

There were four men that were gathered in a circle, talking about something. Batman stood behind them and overhead their conversations. "I'm telling you, Chris. Superman is one lucky bastard for snagging Wonder Woman," he heard a blonde-haired man, almost in his mid-thirties talk to a brunette guy, aged 30, as Bruce estimated. "He sure is. Wonder Woman's like the most wanted woman by every living guy on earth. I mean, who on earth would turn her down?" Batman felt a pang of guilt for he knew the answer to Chris's question.

'Who on earth would turn her down?'

That who would be referring to him.

He turned her down. He loved her and yet he turned her down for he knew there would be dangers if they had pursued their relationship. He hated himself for hurting her when he told her that he no longer loved her. He hated himself for lying to her. He wanted her bad. He wanted to spend eternity with her and he no longer cared if he would've been an old man and she was as young as she was on the day he met her. He wanted to have her forever in his life. Yet, all he ever listened to was the Bat and not the man behind the Bat.

"Shall we start, gentlemen?" Batman said in his gruffest voice. The men were startled and hurriedly stood in a single file, looking at the Batman in fear. "Yes, sir," they all replied with a trembling voice.

After an hour of briefing the new technicians, Batman went to the cafeteria to get some coffee. He needed the kick of caffeine in his system after all the things he had heard. He had had enough of the torture. The torment was killing him with all the guilt he has been feeling. He saw Green Lantern sitting on a table with Shayera, his ex-girlfriend, but somehow, he doubted that they wouldn't remain as exes forever. He sat down with them at their table and they were surprised to see him. "It's only 3 o'clock in the afternoon and Batman is already in the watchtower," Shayera kidded before sipping her iced tea. Batman groaned in reply. John glanced at Shayera who gave an innocent look as she shrugged her shoulders. John returned his attention to Batman who was looking far away from where he was. He glanced behind him to find Superman and Wonder Woman sitting at a table nearby. They were talking and suddenly, to his surprise, Diana suddenly laughed. John sighed when he gazed back at Batman who was still staring blankly at them. It was now Shayera's turn to look at John.

"I know that you're hurting right now, Batman. I know it pains you to see them together," John said sincerely to his comrade in arms. He was very concerned with what was happening to Bruce now. He knew how much Bruce had loved Diana back. Hell, he could even remember Bruce's face when Diana slowly disappeared when they time-travelled to the future. He could sense the anguish Bruce felt when Diana was no longer standing in front of him. It was as if Bruce had lost her forever. He could not forget the surprised worried look on Bruce's face when he tried to catch Diana only to grasp the thin air from the space where she was last seen.

"I brought this upon myself, John," Batman quietly replied. Both Shayera and John remained silent, knowing that Batman was not yet finished. "I should not have let go of Diana. She was chasing me and yet, I, a bloody mortal, chose to put a halt for a love that an immortal princess has for me," Batman sighed deeply. It was a first for Shayera and John to see Bruce voice out his thoughts. They knew that Batman was a person who didn't like to voice out his thoughts. It wasn't like him at all. He was very much hurt with what has happening to him.

All of a sudden, laughs echoed through the cafeteria. Shayera and John glanced behind them and saw Superman and Wonder Woman laughing their hearts out, enjoying each other's company. "Batman, where are you going?" Shayera heard John's worried voice. She turned around only to find Batman standing up from his seat and walked out of the cafeteria wordlessly. "Just give him some time. I'm sure he'll come to his senses soon," Shayera touched John's shoulder with a concerned look on her face.

Hmmm too young, too dumb to realize

That I should have bought you flowers and held your hand

Should have gave you all my hours when I had the chance

Take you to every party cause all you wanted to do was dance

Now my baby is dancing, but she's dancing with another man.

Batman went inside his quarters in the dormitory deck of the watchtower. He rarely used this room. He looked around the dark Spartan room. He slipped off his cowl, cape, and utility belt and placed them on top of a nearby study. He sat down on his bed with his chin resting on his clasped hands. For the first time in his life, Bruce felt every emotion tower over him.

As Bruce glanced at the chair, he envisioned his memory of seeing Diana quietly sit there with a book in hand and read while she waited for him to return. When he would, she closed the book, placed it on the table, and welcomed him with loving arms along with short passionate kisses. After that, he would take her to bed and make love to her as if it would be the last time that he would. Bruce lied down in bed with his hands behind his head and stared at the empty ceiling. He once again envisioned Diana straddled in front of him. She was looking down at him, her hair billowing towards him like curtains for a private show where it was only him that could stare at her magnificent natural beauty. She would smile down at him and would tease him by running a finger over his nose, cheek, jaw and finally to his chest. He would give up soon and eventually pull her closer to him until his lips could meet hers. In the afterglow, they would just lie down quietly. His hand would run up and down her back, feeling the softness of her cream-colored skin and she, on the other hand, would trace the scars on his chest one by one with a drag of her finger.

Bruce closed his eyes at the memories that ran through his head. If he hadn't been such a selfish idiot, he would still be living the memory he was now reminiscing. She was no longer with him. Instead, she was now in another man's arms. Specifically, with a man who was more like her. They were right all along. They were perfect for each other. They were meant to be together. He, on the other hand, deserved no one. He let go of the opportunity that was already reaching out to him. He cut down the rope towards the castle of the princess that awaited his kiss.

Bruce sighed heavily, eyes almost watering. He gave a short shake of his head then eventually decided to sleep. He preferred to have his nightmares than to dream about Diana. Somehow, the pain of having those nightmares felt numb to him already. Dreaming of Diana, on the other hand, the pain seemed to push through his heart and it hurt him to know that it was his fault.