TITLE: Snowed In

AUTHOR: LOTSlover

CHARACTERS: Batman / Wonder Woman

RATING: T

WARNINGS: Author Chooses Not to Use Warnings

DISCLAIMER: I love Justice League, but especially Batman and Wonder Woman. Unfortunately, I do not own the characters and, if I did, things would be much different for them.

SUMMARY: Bruce and Diana get snowed in together. Oh, what will they do to keep warm? BMWW

Snowed In

"No…it's pretty bad out," Bruce told him, his eyebrows knitted with worry. "Just stay where you are. It'll clear up in a couple of days or so and then you can come home. Okay…yah…bye."

"So, I take it Tim's not coming home any time soon?" Diana asked.

"No, he's going to stay in Blüdhaven with Dick for now," he replied. "He'll be home once it clears up in a couple of days."

Diana glanced out the window, noticing that the snow was coming down heavier than ever before. It was a complete whiteout, nothing but snow everywhere. "I don't know that it's going to clear up anytime soon, Bruce. It could be more than a couple days."

"At least he's safe with Dick in Blüdhaven," he decided, setting his cell phone down.

"Well, with Tim in Blüdhaven, J'onn with Kal in Kansas, and Alfred still in England, I guess that leaves the two of us to fend for ourselves," she pointed out, her hands finding her hips.

Bruce frowned as he gazed out the window, releasing a frustrated huff. He silently willed it to stop snowing, knowing it was a futile wish. All weather stations had predicted this to be the worst snowstorm that Gotham had seen in almost thirty years.

He turned a determined eye on his houseguest. "I'm still going out on patrol tonight, princess."

Diana chuckled with his dogged intentions, readily deciding that he was the most strong-willed person that she had ever known. "Bruce, you're not going out on patrol tonight and probably not tomorrow night either. There is no way that any criminal will be out in this blizzard anyway. Besides, I just saw on the news that Gotham has been completely shut down including all surrounding cities. No one is going anywhere...including you."

He grumbled under his breath in obvious irritation, stuffing his hands into his pants' pockets like a moody child who wasn't getting his way. He knew deep down that she was right, but he was still loathe to admit it especially to her. What was worse was that he was trapped in his own home all alone with the most beautiful woman in the whole universe. How in the world was he going to survive the next two days…possibly three or four?

Not even his indomitable will was strong enough for that.

Memories of the rather heated kiss they'd shared in the Indian restaurant a few months ago still haunted his dreams and invaded his thoughts at any given moment. As badly as he wanted to kiss her again, he knew that it was something that just couldn't be.

"I guess since it's getting late, I'll go make us dinner," she announced, breaking him free from his brooding thoughts.

Bruce looked at her, a single eyebrow arching with unmistakable skepticism. "You're going to cook?"

"Yes…why not?" she challenged him.

"Because you don't know how to cook."

"Alfred's been teaching me," she revealed.

"Excuse me?"

"What do you think I do here all day while you're at work?" she asked. "I don't just sit around here eating chocolates and going on missions."

The skeptical expression on Bruce's face grew even more so. "I think we better just stick to toast or maybe something microwaveable."

"Trust me, Bruce," she told him, her hand coming to rest against his muscular chest as a smirk played on her lips. "We can eat a nice meal by the fire and watch it snow. It'll be great."

Warning signals blared in his head telling him this was a bad idea…a very, very bad idea. The Bat in him told him to lock himself down in the cave where he'd be safe until spring. The man in him wanted to see where this evening would lead, knowing how much he wanted to be with her.

"Diana…I'm not so sure that's such a good idea," he hesitantly replied.

Her hand moved from his chest to cup his cheek. "What are you scared of?" she asked with a curious tilt of her head. "Are you afraid that you might actually enjoy yourself for once?"

"Among other things," he grumbled, averting his eyes as he tried to ignore the warmth that her hand against his face brought him.

"I'm determined to put a smile on that face of yours before the night is over," she told him with a grin as she walked away.

"That's what I'm afraid of," he muttered with a frown as he watched her exit the room.

XXX

Diana sat down on the couch in front of the fire with her dinner in hand, watching as Bruce studied his own plate. "It won't bite back," she said with a chuckle. "It's shrimp linguini. Just try it. It's good…I promise."

"It's not like we can just order pizza to be delivered if it's not," Bruce commented.

She smacked his shoulder with the back of her hand. "Forever the pessimist," she stated with a frown. "You realize the more you grumble and grouse the more determined I am to make you smile before the end of the night."

"That's a pretty big challenge to undertake, princess," he warned her. "I'm not the easiest person to handle."

"I know and yet I'm still here willing to try," she pointed out. "Now, eat or I'll force feed you myself."

"Is that a threat?" he asked, his azure eyes narrowing.

"No, it's a promise," she replied with a gleam of mischief in her eye before taking a bite of her dinner.

Bruce had to admit it did look great and it smelled even better. Since it didn't look like it would give him food poisoning, he decided to risk it. Taking a tentative bite, he was surprised at how amazing it actually tasted. "I'm impressed, princess," he commented. "This is as good as Alfred's. Just don't tell him that I said that."

"It better be since he taught me," she informed him, reaching for her glass of wine. The sound of the wind whipping against the manor caught her attention, causing her to glance out the large picture window. "Does it always snow this much in Gotham?"

"Some winters are worse than others," he thoughtfully replied, a soft smile of remembrance touching his lips. "I remember one blizzard that we were snowed in for three days straight. I thought it was the best thing ever because I didn't have to go to school. I got to be home with my parents and Alfred."

"What did you do to pass the time?" she asked, enjoying the fact that he was opening up to her.

"We played games, watched movies," he replied. "We even had a slumber party right here in this room."

"A slumber party?" she asked, her brow furrowing. "What is that?"

"It's where you get pillows and blankets and pile them on the floor to sleep," he explained. "You play games and eat junk food…stay up late telling stories and watching movies."

"It sounds like fun," she decided, her eyes brightening with an idea. "We should have a slumber party tonight."

Stunned, Bruce stared at her for a long moment before replying. "Diana, I don't think—"

"Come on," she urged him. "It'll be fun. We can play games and watch movies and eat snacks just like you said. It's not like we have anything else we can do."

Bruce released a reluctant sigh, knowing there was no way on earth he could ever say no to that angelic-looking face. "Fine," he grudgingly agreed, knowing he was going to regret this. This whole scenario had disaster written all over it in huge red letters.

"Wait a minute," she muttered with a frown. "I don't have pajamas. I sleep in the nude."

Damn…

"Well, I guess then—"

"No matter," she readily decided with a shrug of a shoulder. "I'll find something to wear that will work as pajamas."

He was a dead man.

"Hurry up and eat," she encouraged him. "Once we're done, I'll get the snacks and drinks around while you get pillows and blankets."

"Maybe I'll just let you have a slumber party," he said with a sigh.

"That's no fun," she stated with a shake of her head. "Why would I want to have a party all by myself? That's just pathetic. You have to join me, Bruce."

"All right…you win," he finally agreed.

There was no getting out of this now.

XXX

Bruce finished spreading out the blankets before tossing the pillows on top, knowing this was the worst idea that he'd ever agreed to in his entire life. There was no denying Diana, though; not when she was looking at him with that enthusiastic expression lighting her face. Once she got something in her head there was no getting it back out.

She was beautiful, possessing such a pure heart that made him want to be a better person just by being in her presence. She was always so excited about even the simplest things in life, making old things new and seen in a brighter, more billiant light.

"Bruce!" Diana exclaimed as she entered the room. "Are those really your pajamas?"

Bruce looked up to see Diana wearing a t-shirt that said Gotham Knights on the front of it and sweatpants. She still somehow managed to look alluring. He glanced down at his t-shirt and sports shorts. "What's wrong with this?" he asked with a shrug.

"Is that what you wear to bed?"

"I sleep in my boxers, princess," he revealed, folding his arms against his muscular chest. "I'd prefer to have a little more clothing on down here if I'm spending the evening with you."

She gave him a knowing smirk as she set a large bowl of popcorn down on the coffee table along with some cans of pop. "Are you scared I might pounce on you if I see you shirtless?" she teased.

"Not all of my playboy image is fabricated," he flirted with a piercing look that caused her breath to catch in her chest.

"Pick out a game or a movie," she told him with a roll of her sapphire eyes. "I'll be right back."

Diana ran out of the room, returning a few minutes later with a couple of packages of cookies and a bowl full of chocolates. "Are you planning on killing us off with all this junk food?" he asked with a frown.

"It's a slumber party, Bruce," she reminded him as she turned out the majority of the lights, the only light come from the fireplace and a lamp in the corner of the room. "Let loose and have a little fun for once."

"Easy for you to say," he grumbled, not sure that darkening the room was a good move. Things were already becoming too intimate. He never should have opened his mouth about the slumber party, but he seemed to always find himself telling her things that he never would've told anyone else.

"Why is that?"

"You don't have to spend hours in the gym working all those calories off."

"We can always spar tomorrow," she promised him as she settled on the floor in front of the fireplace. "I'll help you work off the extra calories."

Her offer, while said innocently, could be taken as anything but. It made him internally groan with the lustful thoughts that were not helping him in the least right now. He needed to turn all the lights back on and put her on the other side of the manor if he was going to survive this.

"Maybe I'll even let you win this time," he teased as he sat down on the blankets beside her, making sure to keep a little distance between them.

"Whatever," she muttered, reaching for the bowl of popcorn. "So, what do you want to do first?"

"It's your party, princess," he reminded her. "It's your call."

"Let's watch a movie," she decided, grabbing the remote.

"Just no romantic comedies," he adamantly insisted, wanting to head things off before it could go any further.

Diana's lips twitched with amusement. "What? The dark, foreboding Batman isn't into romantic comedies? Why am I not surprised?"

"Let's just say I prefer something darker and scarier."

"Well, I guess that counts Twilight out," she murmured as she scrolled through the movie selection.

"I am not watching any of the Twilight movies," he heatedly stated.

"How about The Shining?"

"Fine with me," he agreed. "Just be prepared, princess. It's a pretty terrifying movie."

"Are you scared?"

"Me? I've seen it before."

"If you can handle it, I can handle it," she maintained with a defiant lift of her chin as she pushed play.

The pair settled into their popcorn, their backs pressed up against the couch as they sat on the floor together. What had started out as very acceptable distance between soon vanished as Diana inched closer and closer to Bruce as the movie progressed. She drew her knees up to her chest as she watched the horror movie, her heart racing as she clutched the blanket in her hands.

Bruce smirked to himself as he glanced at the Amazon warrior out of the corner of his eye, noticing how the movie was affecting her. If only she knew what was coming up, she'd really be in a state of panic. He had to admit that it was a terrifying movie, but it wasn't that much different than what he encountered in Gotham every night.

Becoming engrossed in the movie as well, Bruce hadn't realized that Diana was now leaning against him, her arms wrapped tightly around her drawn up knees. She suddenly turned pressing her face into his chest, his arm automatically slipping around her and holding her close.

Diana gripped his t-shirt, turning her head slightly and opening one eye to see what was going to happen. She did her best to ignore his masculine scent that made her heart stutter, but it was difficult when she was buried in his embrace. She readily decided she loved this particular position with him.

Bruce tightened his hold on her, savoring the feel of her in his arms. They seemed to fit so well together, two missing pieces finding their way to each other. He had feared that having a slumber party like this with her would resurrect painful memories from his childhood that he'd just as soon forget, but instead he found that he was making new memories…ones that he actually enjoyed.

They seemed to melt into each other as the movie played, Diana leaning her back against Bruce…his arms wrapped around her as he held her to him. Both of them were completely engrossed in the movie as they held onto one another, eating from the bowl of popcorn in Diana's lap.

Time seemed to come to a standstill as they were allowed to just be Bruce and Diana, a man and woman fighting their growing feelings for one another. Neither had given voice to their feelings for each other, but they both knew it was always right there, simmering just beneath the surface…just waiting for a chance to finally be realized.

Diana turned and buried her face in the crook of his neck, afraid to watch anymore. She could hardly believe that a movie could unnerve her like this. She was an Amazon warrior for Hera's sake. She wasn't afraid of anyone or anything, but this movie had unnerved her.

She felt the bowl of popcorn being removed from her lap, the movie credits beginning to roll only to be silenced. "That was terrifying," she murmured as she lifted her head to find Bruce so tantalizingly close. Her gaze fell to his lips as her breath hitched, her desire for him coursing through her in that moment.

Staring into her eyes, he found he could hold his desire no longer. He tipped his head, his lips brushing against hers. Her eyelids fluttered closed as his warm lips gently caressed hers, his fingers slipping into her raven mane to cup the back of her head. It was sweet and sensual, tentative and searching.

She shifted her position to straddle his lap, her hands coming to rest on either side of his jaw as they began to devour each other. Her fingers caressed the stubble that she found there as she returned his kiss, capturing his lower lip and tugging gently on it with her teeth.

His hands roamed over her back, losing himself in the feel of her…the taste of her on his tongue. Sitting up, he pressed her back into the pillows and blankets beneath them. He settled over her as passion that had been held at bay for far too long was finally set free, his hand slipping beneath the edge of her t-shirt.

XXX

"Hello!" Tim yelled as he entered the manor three days later, brushing the remnants of snow from his hair and coat, stopping his feet to free his boots of snow. "I'm finally home!"

Tim took off his coat and mittens, tossing them on the floor of the main foyer, kicking off his boots before making his way through the house. "Hey, where is everyone?" he yelled. "I'm starving. I haven't had supper yet."

Bruce came bounding down the stairs as he rolled the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows, his black hair still wet from his shower. "Hey, I thought you weren't coming home until tomorrow morning," he said with a definite frown.

"Yah, Dick ran out of food and the roads seemed clear enough, so he brought me home," he told him. "Are you all alone?"

"Bruce!" Diana called as she came down the stairs, pulling her wet hair up into a ponytail. "Have you seen my…oh, uh…hi, Tim. I didn't know you were home already."

"Dick was down to a box of stale crackers and a moldy jar of mayonnaise," Tim told her, wrinkling up his nose in obvious disgust. "The roads weren't too bad so he went ahead and brought me home. Besides, he was going to meet Donna. What's for supper?"

Bruce glanced at Diana, his expression sheepish as he rubbed the back of his neck. He had actually hoped that Tim wouldn't return until tomorrow morning. "Ah, we were actually just coming downstairs to see what we could find to eat."

Tim looked from Bruce to Diana and back again, trying to figure out what was going on. It seemed that something had changed between them while he'd been gone, but the young teenager wasn't quite sure what that was just yet. "So, what did you two do for the last three days?"

"We had a slumber party," Diana simply replied, giving Bruce a playful smirk before turning and making her way towards the kitchen.

"Yah…a slumber party," Bruce muttered with a crooked grin, his hands slipping into his pants pockets as he quickly followed her to the kitchen, appreciating the sexy sway of her hips.

"Oh, man," Tim grumbled with a scowl on his face. "I always miss all the fun around here."