*A/N: So, lovely WonderBat shippers, this is Maven Alazais on her first ever WonderBat fic! It has been one of my oldest-perhaps even my first- OTPs and truth is I'm somewhat afraid to write about them BUT I really needed to write something, so...here I am. Before we begin, let me state that for the single sake of the story, we shall imagine that Talia and Damian never existed (don't get me wrong, I like the kid and all but...you get it). I will use the setting and events of the Justice League and the Justice League Unlimited shows. I will also try to update quickly, but I'm in the middle of my Uni exams, so bear with me.

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CHAPTER ONE

Shift nights on the watchtower had never actually been Diana's favorite but she had gotten used to them by now, after all these years. In truth, nowadays, her only task during shifts was to coordinate the younger superheroes and superheroines into doing their duties and monitoring the station. She was open to anyone seeking guidance, but almost everyone had managed to find their way by now, without needing much help from the older members of the League.

Hovering gently over the corridor, she reached the main monitoring room, where J'onn stood, as per usual, in front of his screen, sharing tasks and mission updates with the Leaguers. She took a seat in the upper section of the room, watching the black sky outside of the enormous 'windows'. Her gaze turned to the room again, where some newer recruits of the League had come to access, she guessed, some of the League's files, gathering information on the ever-growing number of villains they had to face. She saw Batgirl, tapping furiously on the holographic touch screen. Barbara was a very nice young woman who had become a very useful member of the League, despite her mentor's original doubts of her joining.

Hm. Her mentor. Diana's mind always seemed to have a way to come across him somewhere along the string of her thoughts. But, things we shouldn't think about, are the things we end up thinking about the most. And so, she found herself pondering about the 'mysterious' Batman more than she liked to admit anymore. And so she delved into the 'Batman' subject once again. It's not like she had anything better to do at the moment.

He was one of the first men she ever met, and, honestly, he wasn't the one to make the biggest impression to her when she first left Themiscyra. But he…grew on her. Somewhere between the missions, the shift nights, saving the Earth and sharing lunch, Bruce Wayne became one of the people she was the most attached to. No, not just attached to. Attracted to, as well. There was no point in hiding behind her finger. Yes, he was an extreme introvert. Yes, he was…antisocial at times, and he could become very mean, but no matter how many times she had seen his 'bad side', nothing would ever falter her attraction to him. And, oh, there was chemistry between them. Something more than merely being…battle compatible when fighting, and it was obvious. How could she forget that time when she went to join her companions for lunch and heard John Stewart ask him what was going on between him and herself? Bruce had tried to shrug it off by praising her as a friend and a warrior but he couldn't convince Green Lantern, and Diana betted he couldn't even convince himself.

Or that time where she 'had to' kiss him when Shayera's nation attacked. He had a blissful face when they stopped and he downright enjoyed it. She could tell it wasn't just her insides that had gone fuzzy then. He was flushed as well. And that meant something.

And did he really think she didn't know what had happened back when she was turned into a pig? Bruce Wayne as the almighty Batman had sung in front of a big crowd, just to get her turned back to her normal self. Of course, what could he have done? She was one of the most prestigious Leaguers and his companion, he couldn't let her be a swine, but… Zatanna had told her it was more than that. Made Diana promise not to tell Batman that she had told her that, of course, but it didn't make any difference to her. It wasn't like she was going to discuss it with him. One time she tried to get the subject to that, he had told her that he was a rich kid with issues, she was a warrior princess, dating within the team would lead to disaster and that his enemies would try to harm him through her.

All Diana heard, though, was petty excuses. What if they came from different surroundings? If Shayera and John could make up after what had happened with them, they could make it work too. What if he had issues? It wasn't like she was flawless, or that she couldn't cope with him. After all these years knowing each other and getting closer and closer, she knew that she could handle his 'issues'. In the end, they were what made him…himself. And Hera knew she adored him, in all his gloomy glory. What if it was dating inside the team? They were both mature enough to be able to tell between work and personal business. Especially when their work was something as important as saving mankind. Again, John and Shayera could make it. Dick and Barbara had dated and even though they weren't together now, they still cooperated very well when paired with each other. And, finally, what if he had enemies? Did he really think she couldn't handle them? Damn, she was one of the most powerful people in there. The enemy thing could go both ways, but she didn't fear for him, as he shouldn't fear for her either.

Thinking about all that had gotten her worked up again. When she burst the bubble of her thoughts, she realized her hands were curled up in firsts and she had a big frown on her face. Taking a deep breath, she relaxed and closed her eyes for a second. She knew she shouldn't let herself consume so much thought and energy on the matter but sometimes, trying not to think about it was more tiring than actually doing it.

She pressed a small button on the side of her chair, and the green holographic screen emerged in front of her. She accessed the Map option, tracking the Leaguers' positions. It was supposed to operate only when the heroes were on duty, but some left their trackers switched on even when they weren't, just in case they needed to be found, should anything happen. As she expected, Batman's signal was pointing towards Gotham City. It was after all, somewhere between 2 and 3a.m. His favorite time to go crime fighting. She was somewhat surprised to find Nightwing's signal there, with him. It had been a long time since the duo went Gotham-patrolling together, but a little 'family bonding' wasn't bad, she supposed. For they were a family, and they both knew it very well.

Dick liked her, and she was very fond of him too. They had practiced together several times, at his demand, and the times she had spent time with him at the Wayne Manor weren't few either.

That! That was what infuriated her, when it got down to it. How she knew they could be perfect for each other. She got along with all of his 'family', she knew him like no one else, she was a part of his life already. And she liked it. She liked how Alfred now knew what kind of tea she liked. How all the once-Robins trusted her more than anyone, after him, of course. How they always seem to know what kind of move the other one will make when they fight. How they liked being around each other, even when they got nothing to say. And hell it was just platonic. The physical attraction was too much to ignore, let alone deny its existence. Why wouldn't he just accept it?

And that was the precise moment when she decided to pursue that man for one last time. For she was a hundred percent certain that they could be happy, and the life they were living had shown them more than once that each happy moment they get could easily be their last. And nothing was ever given to her. As she had fought for everything else, she would fight for her right to be with the person she wanted. She didn't want to live with the regrets of not chasing it to the end.

She would give it one last chance. One final shot, for then, if she lost, she wouldn't bother again. What would be the point of running behind someone who 'didn't want' her? She was, after all, Diana, Princess of the Amazons, and she would never crawl behind the back of someone.

*I apologize for any typos I haven't noticed. Please spend ten seconds to give me the smallest of reviews!*