Okay all. This is set after Batman #39 and #40, where we got that infamous scene between Bruce and Diana that made all our wonderbat hearts break. Anyway, I'm not a comic connoisseur, so please forgive me for any mistakes. Fair warning, there is some mention of Wondertrev and Batcat…..but it won't last long, I promise!

Also, this story is dedicated to MissAmelie. Thank you for being my first and most faithful reader. Without you this story would not have been done. Love you!

I do not own Justice League or its characters.

Secrets can haunt you, and enough secrets can make one feel as if the weight of the world is on their shoulders. I should know; I have enough secrets that make me feel like I am Atlas himself, carrying the burden of mankind on my strong shoulders, but even I know I am not strong enough to continue this facade for long.

"I still don't understand why we have to go."

I turn from the mirror I have been staring into for the last twenty minutes, the brush in my hand forgotten as my thoughts have consumed my mind. I look up to see Steve standing in the doorway to the bedroom where I have been standing, covered in nothing but a towel, for the better part of an hour. He is dressed in a tux, and although he is looking away, I can tell he has an obvious look of discomfort plastered on his face. He looks handsome, with his blonde hair swept back neatly, his face cleanly shaven. He turns to look at me, his blue eyes searching mine, as he offers me a smile. I watch as his eyes graze down my body, before they make their way back up to my face, letting out a small sigh when his eyes reach mine yet again. I love this man, but I can't help but feel like something is missing, something I haven't been able to sense since mine and Bruce's return from Gehenna.

"Bruce extended an invitation," I say, my hand gently running through my damp hair as I watch Steve fumble with the bow tie draped around his neck. "We shouldn't be rude."

Steve glances back up at me, his eyebrows furrowing at the mention of my friend and teammate. "He invited you. I don't understand why I have to go," he complains, abandoning all attempts at the bow tie, letting it fall once again.

"Steve," I say, walking towards the man I have loved for what seems like forever. "Bruce was nice enough to extend an invitation to the both of us," I say placing one hand on his chest, while the other gently grasps the tie hanging around his neck. "Besides, you wouldn't want some wealthy Gotham elite to woo me, would you?" I let out a small chuckle, trying to lighten his mood, but he doesn't laugh. I can see it in his face, and as much as I want to deny the unspoken accusation, I cannot. There has already been a wealthy Gotham elite who has wooed me, but I know there is nothing I can do about it. We are both committed to others, me with Steve, and he with Selina, but I cannot deny the feelings I have for the man I have spent over thirty years alone with.

During our time away, the thirty-seven years we spent together in isolation, there were feelings that had developed, or rather resurfaced, for the man who saved my life countless times. I tried to ignore them, knowing he was engaged to be married and I was happy with Steve, but after years of fighting side by side, and nearly kissing by the fire that fateful night, I knew any unresolved feelings for Bruce would be back. And they were, in full force.

At first I was scared, worried that Steve would sense my feelings and leave me, afraid that I had betrayed him during my time away, and although I wish something had happened between Bruce and I, I knew we couldn't hurt the two we loved. So I tried to move on, pushing my feelings for Bruce aside, as I tried to continue with my life with Steve. And it would have worked, if not for that invitation that had come in the mail a week ago.

When Steve had come into the apartment holding the embroidered invitation, his face was confused, wondering why Bruce Wayne would be sending either of us mail. Unable to help myself, I had snatched the paper from his hand, ripping open the envelope to read the invitation to the gala he was hosting. Like Steve, I was confused why he had invited Steve and I, but after not seeing or hearing from him in weeks, mostly due to me trying to keep my distance to clear my head, I was more than ready to talk to him. I wanted to know how things in his life were going. I wanted to know if he was still happy with Selina, or if he was struggling like I had been.

I feel Steve wrap his arms around my waist, still covered in only a towel, bringing me out of my thoughts once more, and I let out a small sigh. I drop my head and close my eyes, angry at myself for the way I have been thinking. Steve has been a wonderful man, is a wonderful man, and I am lucky to be with him. He is caring and he understands that my time needs to be split between him and being Wonder Woman. So why do I feel this way, especially since the man I now have feelings for doesn't seem to reciprocate those.

"I was joking," I say, pulling my face up to give him a smile. "We'll make an appearance, and then we can leave early." I fix his bow tie, before placing my hand on his face, gently stroking it. "Thank you for coming with me."

He nods and runs his hand through my hair, bending down to place a kiss on my lips. I don't respond and he pulls away quickly, searching my eyes for an answer; An answer I am unable to give at the moment. "I'll let you get dressed," he says, releasing my waist, before he walks out of the room, shutting the door behind him with a small sigh.

I let out another sigh, dropping my head once again, as my hand finds the edge of the towel, pulling it off as I walk towards the dress hanging near the end of the room. I quickly pull on the pair of underwear that has been laying on the bed before I unzip the dress and slide it off the hanger, before pulling it onto my otherwise bare body. I pull my hair loose from the straps of the dress, letting it cascade over my shoulders and down my back, before I turn to look at my reflection in the mirror. I move my hair, which has begun to dry, resulting in my usual wavy locks, to the side, allowing me to spot the small scar on my shoulder. I had received it during a fight somewhere around year ten, when I had unknowingly turned my back to a beast, allowing it to sink its teeth into the flesh of my shoulder. I had sank to my knees there, writhing in pain, my hand firmly gripping the bleeding wound, as Bruce took care of the beast, grabbing my sword to behead it, before he had offered me a hand, helping me to my feet. That night we had sat in silence, our faces illuminated only by the small fire Bruce had produced, as he cleaned my wound, reprimanding me for turning my back during a fight. It went against all my training as an Amazon, he had said, and he was right. I was taught from birth to never turn my back in a fight, but when I had heard Bruce's grunts of pain, I had unconsciously turned to him, oblivious to the remaining hordes that were still coming, intent on destroying me and Bruce.

I shake my head clear of my thoughts, trying to rid myself of the feelings that overwhelm my conconsious as the memories flood my brain again, plaguing me with another bout of guilt. "Diana," I hear Steve call from the other room, forcing me to turn towards the door, waiting for him to open it and burst into the room. He doesn't, and I am forced to raise an eyebrow, suspicious as to why he has decided to remain on the other side of the closed door. "Are you nearly ready?"

I quickly walk to the edge of the bed and take a seat, grabbing the heels that lay on the floor, before slipping them onto my feet and standing. Without a word I open the door and step out of the room, watching as Steve's eyes widen when he sees me dressed. "Sorry," I say, giving him a sheepish smile as I come to stop in front of him. "I didn't realize I would take so long to get dressed."

Steve wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me close, placing a kiss on my temple with a smile. "You look beautiful," he says, leaning back to take in my dress.

"Thank you," I reply with a smile. I knew the blue dress would be a hit, with the way it hugs every curve of my body, the assets blessed upon me by Aphrodite on display. The neckline of the dress dips low, and the straps hang just below my shoulders, letting Steve eye my neck, his lips curving another smile as he places a soft kiss where my neck meets my shoulder. "We really should get going," I say, letting him place another kiss on my neck, his hands slowing running up my arms, before he lets out a sigh.

He turns to the side, allowing me to step out in front of him and open the front door, before he steps behind me. We walk out of the room, letting the door gently close behind us, as we make our way down the hall and into the elevator, neither knowing what to say. I know he doesn't want to be in Gotham. He doesn't want to be in the same city of the only man who could make me forget that I am with Steve. I know he is apprehensive about Bruce and I being in the same room, neither of us having spent anytime together after coming home. I know he knows how much I miss Bruce, my friend, my colleague, and although I've tried my hardest, and I owe it to Steve and our relationship to continue loving him, he knows I am in love with Bruce.

"Wonder Woman!" I turn to the man who has mentioned my name, the ice in the drink I am holding clinking loudly against the glass as I turn, a smile plastered on my face as I greet him. "What an honor to have you here," he says, placing his hand on my arm. "How did you hear of our foundation?"

I glance over my shoulder at the banner hanging from the ceiling. "Women and Children's Center of Gotham," it reads, and I smile knowing the cause is one that I hold near and dear to my heart. "I was invited by a friend," I reply, finishing the contents of my glass before I place it on the bar behind me, my eyes searching the room for Steve. I find him at the end of the room, talking enthusiastically with a handful of people, each nursing a flute of champagne in their hands. "Whatever I can do to help, please let me know," I say, watching as the man, who I have learned earlier in the night is Salvatore Ramone, smiles and nods.

"Of course Miss," he says, reaching into his tuxedo pocket and pulling out a small business card. He hands it to me and I grab it, reading the font in the front before I give him a small nod. "Please, feel free to contact me with any questions or concerns. I'd love your input." With that he walks away, leaving me alone for the first time since Steve and I have walked through the door that evening.

I quickly stare back up at Steve, watching as he laughs, the wrinkles near his eyes on display as he dips his head, trying to compose himself. He turns his head towards me and looks up, his eyes meeting mine, and I give him a small nod, letting him know we have exceeded our required appearance time and can now go back home. I haven't seen Bruce all night, but after knowing the man for years, I should know it is futile to expect him to show up to these events for more than a few minutes, barely allowing himself to be photographed to keep up appearances.

Steve responds with a nod of his own and finishes the champagne in his glass, placing it on the tray of a nearby waiter, before he extends a hand to the people around him. I am about to make my way to Steve when I feel a hand on my arm, forcing me to whip my head to the side. A small smile forms on my face as I see the man standing next to me, his dark hair neatly slicked back, his piercing blue eyes staring at my face.

"Diana," he says softly, watching my face for a reaction as he brings a glass full of what I can only assume is water to his lips. He quickly takes a sip of the liquid before he places the glass on the bar. "It's nice to see you."

I continue to stare at him, watching as his eyebrows remain furrowed, his narrow eyes taking in his surroundings as he mentally calculates each possibility of how this impending conversation can go. "Likewise," I respond, tucking Ramone's business card into my dress for safekeeping. "It's nice to see you too Bruce."

So how is this going to go? Please, let me know what you all think!