Diana signed off on the last of her report from her latest mission, feeling anxious now that her files had been filled out to completion. Now, she was free was to do anything she pleased for the rest of the evening.

That was truly dangerous for a woman who had planned something sinister within her mind, considering her plan involved committing a deed she had never had the courage to do before tonight.

It's you and your world, and I'm caught in the middle

It took no effort to stand from her seat in the league's headquarters, nor did she need to do anything more than to robotically close off her account on their computer. All of her strength was held within her chest, her heart revving like the BatMobile as she waited for her nerves to give the slightest bit of leeway so she could blindly follow her desires into the BatCave.

The Amazonian pride she did her best to embody wasn't stiffening her spine, invigorating her muscles in order to make them move despite the insecurity she could barely stomach. A sigh escaped Diana against her will – as if she couldn't even control her breath – in the very moment she remembered what had prompted her to entertain the idea she had concocted ever since she entered the hall.

It was only because she arrived against his wishes to the fight in Gotham at dusk did she witness a spar between the Dark Knight and a certain femme fetal dressed as a cat. She heard the words too, and it was the detailed account of their past love that had left her contemplative, made her feel the need to become proactive before their past became his present once again.

I caught the edge of a knife and it hurts just a little

She tossed her head to the right, trying to dislodge the petty thoughts that filled her to the brim. And yet, nothing seemed to dispel the ugliness from inside of her.

Which is where her inane strategy came into play.

And I know, and I know, and I know, and I know I can't be your friend

The powerful sound that the heels of her boots made managed the restore the fortification she required as she marched towards her car, parked just outside. She used her self-starter button before she reached the doors of the hall so that her Mercedes was ready to race towards her destination. She slipped inside, ignored her seatbelt sensor and shifted herself into drive.

Diana knew she was tearing up the dirt beneath her car and Bruce would notice the next time he visited, but she didn't care. By the time he returned, she'd already have her answer anyway.

Whether it was what she wanted more than anything, or it would set them back to the very beginning.

It's my head or my heart, and I'm caught in the middle

She could have jumped there faster, the anxious part of her pointed out as she sped around traffic. Her lips pursed while her eyes focused on the road ahead, never allowing her eyes to leave the path that would take her to him.

Great Hera, she had truly lost all self-control.

She was startled when she was forced to slam on her brakes upon realizing she had rolled up to the lake. The ramp to take her into the garage barely managed to keep up with her breakneck speed. Eerily, the moonlight had managed to hazily guided her into the BatCave, almost as if the universe was telling her that she was doing the right thing by showing up tonight. A deep breath, and she wished to believe it was true.

My hands are tied, but not tied enough

The way she pulled into the first available spot was a great deal calmer than the way she drove. The way she exited her car wasn't, however; with a slam of her door, she took one step before eyeing the security camera that was leering down at her. If he was at his monitors, he'd know he was here. There was no way to shield herself if he was prepared to greet her.

Diana, realizing she had no choice now but to be strong, strolled towards the elevator shaft to Bruce's secret base, adrenaline coursing through her nervous form. The platform was ready for her and it took her down into the cave's depths with refined ease. While descending, it suddenly dawned on her that she would be much braver in the face of the Batman if she had her hair down, as she always did when she was Wonder Woman.

After all, if he was returning home after another mission of his own, he could be armoured and prepared to face off against her.

Stepping off the platform seconds before it landed, she carried herself along the pathway of the BatCave with the dignity she hoped to emulate. Her eyes frantically searched for Bruce, only to find him in a matter of seconds as he was hunched over one of his work benches, off to the left. Next to him sat a glass of red wine and behind him was the matching bottle, bearing the label of the Wayne family.

You're the high that I can't give up

"Diana." Mumbled the reigning master of the Waynes, knowing of her presence without giving any physical indication of recognition. That was Bruce's way – suave, guarded behaviour that shielded an intellectual, a soulful man who had managed to woo an Amazon like she could never have dreamt in her wildest dreams.

It was now or never. Gods, she was going to do it. Diana's heart indecisively fluttered then stilled, but nothing could now stop her from doing what she intended now that she was here.

Oh Lord, here we go

Nothing, unless he told her to stop.

I might hate myself tomorrow

Believing she had a chance, she refused to allow hesitation to stall her now. In one fluid motion, she reached his side, saw past the shock in his hooded eyes, held his face in her hands…

But I'm on my way tonight

…and she kissed him. Eager to do more, her lips craving to experience what it would be like to have him kiss her back, the almighty Wonder Woman couldn't help but notice the flush of sensuality that washed over her. The scruff on his jaw prickled the skin of her hands and it only managed to enthrall her more into the moment. It had been so long that they had known one another, battled these urges from the very early stages, and all she wanted was to know what it would be like to have him for a single instance in her eternal life, whether he'd regret it for the entirety of his mortal one.

Perhaps the alcohol she tasted on his mouth would convince her to let them have tonight.

At the bottom of the bottle

Bruce tossed his head back as soon as the feeling of him pressed against her was imprinted into his memory. One of his leather loafers slid back on the metal floor, but he did not remove his chest from hers. She felt his dark brown gaze seer her entire face, searching for some rational reason for her spontaneity, aside from all they had been forcing themselves to endure for far too long. "Diana." He said her name again, only now, it was too complex to describe what his tone was meant to portray; fury, caution, perhaps allure, if she really wanted to fool herself into believing his rejection wouldn't completely sting.

You're the poison in the wine

"Bruce." She meant to reflect his pitch back at him, but the swirl of emotions she had been housing ever since she left the hall had bubbled up into her voice. Her desperation that she'd only ever show him, the honesty in her urge to have him, her inexplicable courage that had brought her to his home, all managed to translate into ever letter of his name when it passed over her lips. Startled, Diana wondered if her fright was visible to him as he examined her with that detective eye of his.

And I know

Was he going to reject her? Was he going to tell her to leave the BatCave? Would deny her access to it ever again? Was she wrong to believe that it only took one of them to bravely close the gap between them, so that they could finally feel more than tension and fragmented yearning?

I can't change you and I

"You…" For once, Bruce was speechless, and it nearly made her smile. The nervousness inside of her pinned the corners of her lips down, but his failure at forming a sentence meant that she wasn't truly out of her chances with him, was she?

I won't change

Her hands fell to his chest, her fingers slipping beneath his lapels, her thumbs pinning them softly in her grasp. His breathing was nearly non-existent but his heart wouldn't lie to her; through his chest, it was thudding evenly, only with exaggerated beats. Her gaze stared at his tie as if she had x-ray vision and could witness the truthfulness of his heart, as it felt like her greatest form of proof that she wasn't so crazy to think that she could make this happen.

I might hate myself tomorrow

His mouth hung open, gurgled sounds escaped the typically eloquent man, and so Diana decided to silence him. "Just," she whispered to keep him calm. Facing him with a lustful demeanour, her words came out as a promise she imagined they could both handle with ease, "for tonight."

But I'm on my way tonight

Something clicked within him the moment she promised him a lack of permanence to anything they'd experience tonight. It was something he knew, understood, and Diana was prepared to be that someone whom he had yet another one night with. It was all she wanted, more than anything after fighting her own feelings and his unwavering renunciation. "Just once." He paraphrased her, but that intrigue he spoke with gave her such chills.

"Yes." Was her instantaneous answer. Just as swiftly, Bruce's hands landed upon her waist. The heat of his palms seeped into her red blouse and graze her skin so suddenly, so sharply. In fact, her lips parted due to the shock of just how responsive her body was to his intimate hold of her.

"This is not right." Always the pessimist, Bruce warned her with a finality that was meant to be domineering. Instead, she saw it as the final hurdle she needed to cross before getting what she wanted. Before her plan would succeed.

Squaring off against him, Diana did not miss a beat as she promised him, "I never expected it to be."

And that was it – she broke through the dam of his pent up frustrations and allowed him to splashdown over her.

Let's be lonely together.

Bruce pulled her thinner frame against his broader one with such impatience. They slammed together as if the tether between finally snapped and they could no longer be held back. Diana seized the opportunity and retrieved his lips with her own once again. An obvious, heavy grunt left Bruce when she finally coerced him into participating in their kiss. It was fiery, warm like the Themysciran sun, only with the intention to scorch her with the impression of him. She wished she would, so that every time she recalled tonight, it felt like she was reliving it every single time.

She felt unashamed to want more when his mouth could do so much to her, and so Diana reached for the first of his shirt buttons. His pecs shifted, tensed under her touch and she smiled into their kiss. Popping one button open, then another, she was ready to remove his tie when he pulled away from her once again.

"Bruce!" It was a whisper, the way she said his name. Nevertheless, it came out like a disappointment to feel him separate from her again. Never before had she transformed into such an entity of such raw sexuality, so Bruce's second attempt at distance was met with much less civility.

In turn, he managed to chuckle at her reaction. "Easy there." He cooed with an almost arrogant inflection as he decided to remove his tie for her. He tossed the blue silk onto his work bench without a single concern, then pounced on her once more. This time, his hands were in separate places – one at her lower back to pin her body to his, and the other entangled in her hair, trapping her into enduring his kiss. Diana's breathless immediately reminded her of her patron goddess, Aphrodite, and she silently dared herself to be as free as the goddess of love herself would be.

A little less lonely together

His lack of concern for his tie somehow translated into her ripping open his shirt instead of patiently toying with his buttons. The sound of the little bits of plastic hitting every nearby surface gave Bruce chills, and she could tell by the shuddering of the skin on his hips against her knuckles. His reactions were absolutely exhilarating, feeling every single response he had to her simplest of actions was more than she could have hoped for. In fact, it compelled her to learn more about his body by any means.

She embraced him beneath his open shirt so that her hands could explore his back. It was so strong, so wide and rugged, with scars and warped skin nearly covering him. It felt like a warrior's body, which managed to ignite her even further than she already was; Bruce's dedication to his role as the Batman could been seen in his actions and felt upon his body, something that she was allowed to explore when he was adorning her lips with his.

Eyes wide shut and it feels like the first time

But as she held him close, his curious hands reached down to find the button of her dress pants, instantly causing her insides to quiver. It was such an intimate touch, even though he had yet to do anything. Her mouth opened to say his name yet again, letting him know she was ready for anything he had planned.

He did not need it, though, as he fluidly ripped her button out of its hole and tore down her zipper. The cold air that permanently filled the BatCave brushed the small exposed skin above her panties before her once tucked-in shirt fluttered down over her exposed navel. It did not shock her, no, it rather propelled her forward to feel him behave so wildly. Diana bit down on his bottom lip – earning her a rather long, uninhibited groan from Bruce – while she removed one of her heels, then tugged ever so slightly while she took off the other.

After all, she had come here prepared to do anything with him, so she had no reason to stall the inevitable any longer.

Before the rush to my blood was too much and we flat-lined

Bruce found the belt loops of her pants that rested along the slender curve of her hips and gave them one firm tug. With an expertise did he manage to bring them to her knees. She dare not think about that now though, as she much rather be impressed by the way he stripped her down so that he could only have her faster.

And I know, and I know, and I know, and I know just how this ends

Obediently, she stepped out of her dress pants and almost angrily did she kick them away from them. Seeing beyond his seedy past was her focus, seeing what it felt like to be dominated by Bruce Wayne was why she came – that was where her attention deserved to be.

Now I'm all messed up and it feels like the first time

A sudden squeeze to her backside made Diana gasp against his lips. A solid squeak popped up between them, bringing her back to reality. It was his turn to smirk at her, almost as if he was proud of his ability to overthrow her sensibility. She tried to bite his lip again, but he steeled himself against her before she could act and decided to return a favour instead: it was his turn to rip her buttons open, forcing her to gasp in response. Now, her skin was chilled on the surface, all while heat thrived beneath it, as if she was Ares and fire was forged within her.

However, it came much less amusing for Bruce when their bare torso grazed one another – it became real, as his kisses slowed and he stared into her eyes, searching for something she couldn't place.

I might hate myself tomorrow

Diana felt no shame, not an ounce of fear, as panic no longer existed inside of her. She wondered if she needed to prove this to him, and so she chose to act fast. Her actions forced to regrettably release him from her arms, but it would prove to be worth it when she found the clasp to her brassiere in the middle of her breasts and chose to undress herself for this one instance. Her strapless garment fell between them without a sound, but it felt as if it should have weighed a ton, given the pause it forced them to endure.

There was no turning back now. A small but intense make out session between two weary heroes was one thing, but she was nearly naked before him, and ready to stand completely bare if it meant drowning his worries in her body and letting them continue to the point of euphoric completion. Before her stood a handsome but wounded man, and she wanted to be the reason he allowed himself to let go for once in his life.

But I'm on my way tonight

She meant to reach for his face, mimicking the way she had kissed him when she started this haphazard situation. To her dismay, Bruce grasped both of her hands in his and stopped her just before she reached his jaw. The transition from mindless celebration of their passion to yet another moment of overtly cautious contemplation threatened to ruin all they had just achieved, and Diana wouldn't have it.

Bruce piped up amidst the overwhelming sensations visibly possessing him, "I never thought… If I was with you, it wouldn't be like this—"

Diana utilized her Amazon training to escape his rather weak hold on her wrists. Her palms dropped onto his shoulders and, without any warning, she leapt onto him. Bruce was quick enough to plant his feet before she took him over, but it did manage to force them to stumble slightly.

At the bottom of the bottle

So much so, that his glass of wine was knocked over by his elbow as he maneuvered to catch her.

You're the poison in the wine

"Diana!"

"Hush." Softly, she commanded him into silence. Arms wrapped around his neck, thighs securely hugging his sides, Diana forced Bruce to only see her, feel her, experience what it was like to have her all to himself. Nothing existed – not even the BatCave, if she could distract him enough – but the two of them, and their mutual desire. Her naked chest was against his, their heartbeats exposed to one another so that he could feel just how confident she was in what they were about to do. Her freed tresses curtained him enough to focus only on her face so he could see that there was no lie in the eyes of the woman who carried the Lasso of Truth.

And I know

Then, there was no more distractions. There was nothing else to pull them apart or bring reality crashing down on their secret moment tonight. So brave was Bruce, that Diana kissed a trail from his forehead, along his right temple, cheek, only to find his lips again as if she had just followed a treasure map along his skin. It won him over instantly, and Bruce couldn't help but embrace her like he had been meant to ever since wandered into his hideaway and kissed him.

I can't change you, and I

Diana's back arched as she craved having her body meeting every single fibre of his. Her hips rocked back just so slightly, but in doing so, she felt something firm meet her bare thigh. Covered by a softer fabric that his trousers, she knew exactly what she had made contact with, even before he gritted his teeth while she was gracing him with her lips. Unable to control herself, she giggled to see his instant reaction, despite the glare he shot at her. Her fervid sense of power gave her too much confidence as she dipped her head back just so she could laugh at his pained reaction, considering her nearly cancelled their night.

I won't change

Those teeth that once gritted together found the upper swell of her breast when she wasn't paying attention. Diana hissed, a sound that indicated pain, even though she found herself relishing the after bite. Almost impatiently, did she cradle his head against her breasts, urging him to continue his sharp display of affection. However, it was merely a distraction, as Bruce moved his hands beneath her thighs and maneuvered his briefs so that they were no longer a hindrance.

I might hate myself tomorrow

As he kissed her and nipped at her and engraved his affections into her, his fingers urged his panties aside for him. Now, her heart beat sped up as they reached the most intimate part. Breathless, flushed, and feeling oh so belatedly satisfied, they both welcomed it as Bruce edged the head of his cock inside of her. She didn't realize just how wet she had become until he made contact with her, the splatter at the top of her thighs small but present. Because she wanted this more than anything, she knew.

But I'm on my way tonight

She cursed herself for telling him to shush, as she wanted to call to him as she inserted himself inside of her. Her lower body curved ever so slightly as each inch pushed forward, responding to him with every motion. He paused for her then, and they looked at one another. Here she was, staring into the eyes of Bruce Wayne, straddling him as he was lodged so very deep within her, with nothing supporting them but their own coveted means of strength. It was absolutely perfect, Diana truly believed.

Let's be lonely together

When her eyes fluttered shut for a single moment, Bruce began to draw out of her. Now, her back curved in the opposite direction, as she felt herself posturing for him so that he would enter her again. Faster now did he move, sinking into her welcoming body and providing her with a relief each time. Her inner walls quivered when he toyed with his pacing – quicker, quicker, slowed down, quick, slow, quick again – finding what best suited them and their baited carnality. It tortured her all while liberating Diana, for all she wanted was to make their lovemaking last forever, and experience the shattering orgasm she knew was coming.

A little less lonely together

She squeezed his hips with her legs, a frustrated moan wordlessly ordering him to find his pace. Bruce was cynical in his humor, but his toying with her during sex was almost cruel. When she commanded him, he never listened in a way that made sense to others.

His method of finding a singular pace resulted in him ramming into her as if he had finally snapped.

"Oh!" Diana nearly screamed when she felt her body move without her control. Bruce was relentless as he filled her, his cock traveling so deep, that she felt lower lips graze the base of his shaft. She didn't realize what it meant to be an 'entity of sexuality' until her entire being was at the mercy of Bruce's frenzy. His grunts and gasps for air only edged her closer and closer to a breaking point she had be nearly begging for, but now feared reaching with such a high strike of intensity. It felt like she'd fall apart if she reached her peak at such a breakneck speed…!

But she did. Diana exploded so fast with Bruce's prowess guiding her towards her climax that she didn't know what to do with herself. Her eyes were forced shut, her mouth hung open, and she felt like she was holding on for dear life as the pressure of her pleasure uncoiled suddenly inside of her. It felt as if it would hurt but instead, it contorted her sense of self until she was nothing more than a woman in heat. The climax reached all the way up to her head only so it could roll back down over her twitching form.

She felt dizzy, nearly sleepy…

Nevertheless, she wasn't done yet.

Shattering as her first orgasm was, it wasn't nearly enough. Bruce had slowed down and she hadn't even noticed, while she focused on what it was like to be shown true pleasure. He had noticed her orgasm and had known to give her time to come down from her high.

But it meant he hadn't found his peak yet, if he had stopped for her.

My hands are tied, but not tied enough

You're the high that I can't give up

Oh Lord, here we go

Just as she had when she had first temtped him, Diana reached for Bruce's unshaven face, angling it towards her. His eyes were not so startled this time, rather, they were failing to hide the animal hiding inside of the man, the animalistic hunger inside of the typical composed hero. The smile she showed must have shadowed Aphrodite as well, for she leaned in and whispered against those lips she so loved to kiss, "Again." Then, she stole him away to maintain the silence. All she wanted was to hear the sounds they made while mindless together.

I might hate myself to morrow

But I'm on my way tonight

At the bottom of the bottle

You're the poison in the wine

I can't change you, and I

I won't change

I might hate myself tomorrow

But I'm on my way tonight

Let's be lonely together

A little less lonely together


Author's Notes:

Thanks to mlnavsari on tumblr / twitter for introducing me to this song! I was just overcome with WonderBat when I heard it and so I had to share. I feel like I made it work for the DCEU, but I don't think it's too much of a stretch to imagine in it for the JLU either.

Either way, thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed! - Maiden