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FIC SUMMARY: The Gotham Wildcats are in the football playoffs against the Metropolis Meteors. Bruce takes Diana to her first football game.
Game Day
"Come on, Princess!" Bruce yelled up the stairs as he glanced at his watch again. "We're going to be late!"
"Why does it matter? I thought you had your own private viewing box!" Diana yelled back.
Bruce shook his head in amusement at her naiveté as a smile curled his lips. Even after this long in Man's World, she still had so many things to learn. "It's called a private suite," he clarified, "and we don't want to be late or we'll miss the start of the game."
"We're coming!" she called as she finished adjusting Kaia's pink headband around her head.
Bruce couldn't help the smile that grew larger as he watched his family coming down the stairs. Diana looked positively adorable in a black Gotham Wildcats sweatshirt with black fitted jeans and knee high black boots. Her lustrous raven hair was pulled back into a ponytail, her blue eyes sparkling with excitement. He swore she could make a paper bag look sexy as hell.
In one arm, Diana carried their sleeping infant who was wearing a pink Wildcats cheerleader outfit, a pacifier in her mouth. She wore a headband with the pink daisy that contrasted beautifully with her black hair that was so much like her mother's. Nicholas held onto his mother's hand as he attempted to navigate the steps that would take him to his father who waiting impatiently at the bottom, but having a difficult time of it.
"Dada!" he squealed in excitement at the sight of his father.
His fifteen month old son was wearing jeans and a Wildcats sweatshirt and ball cap, his blue eyes bright with excitement just like his mother's. He could still scarcely believe this amazing family was his. It was something that he thought he'd never had and now he knew that he couldn't survive without them. He hadn't felt complete until Diana and their children had come into his life.
"Are we all set?" Alfred asked, coming around the corner with Kaia's car seat.
"Are you sure this isn't going to be too violent for Nicholas?" Diana voiced her concern as she settled her three week old daughter into her car seat, tucking a blanket around her.
Bruce chuckled as he kissed Diana on the cheek in reassurance. "It'll be fine, Princess. He probably won't even be paying any attention to the game. He'll be too excited to see Clark."
"It was nice of you to invite them to watch the game with us in your view box," she told him.
"It's a suite and I had to," he informed her as he slipped his Wildcats pullover on over his head. "We have a bet on who is going to win and I want to see him cry when his team gets crushed."
"Bruce," Diana scolded him, pursing her lips in disapproval. "They live on reporters' salaries and they have a new baby. I'm sure they can't afford whatever it is you and Kal wagered on a meaningless game."
"It's not a meaningless game and don't worry," he reassured her. "It's not money. Its monitor duty shifts. Whoever loses has to cover the other's shifts for the next month."
"Oh, Hera," she said with a sigh and a roll of her eyes as Alfred took the children to the waiting car. "We better win tonight or I'm never going to get to see my husband for the next month."
Bruce suddenly pulled her into his arms, his lips swiftly capturing hers in a kiss. "This will be an easy win. The Gotham Wildcats are unbeatable."
"You better hope so or you'll be taking a lot of cold showers for the next month," she pointed out as she gently patted his cheek with a knowing grin.
He took her by the hand to lead her outside, anxious to get to the game. "I'll make damn sure we get plenty of alone time even if we have to be together in the Monitor Womb."
"Yes, because that's allowed," she said with a shake of her head.
"I'm the one who made the rule so I get to break it," he informed her with a smirk.
Diana paused, looking back into the house before closing the door. "Wait," she muttered. "I thought Tim was coming with us."
"He's at Stephanie's," he replied. "He called and said that he'd just meet us there."
"Is he bringing Stephanie?" she asked with sudden hope. "I'm anxious to spend some time with her. I'd like to get to know the girl who is dating our son."
Getting into the limo after his wife, Bruce quickly wrapped his arm around Diana's shoulders. "I'm sure she's fine."
"You already did a background check on her, didn't you?"
The single perfectly arched eyebrow, the smirk tugging at the corner of her red lips as well the perceptive sparkle in her cobalt eyes all combined to tell him that she already knew the answer to her question. He was dead.
"Maybe," he causally replied as he avoided his wife's intense stare, allowing his gaze to settle on his children sitting across from them. Kaia was still sleeping soundly while Nicholas sat in his car seat, jabbering away to his stuffed bunny.
"Bruce," Diana chided him for the second time that evening.
"I had to make sure that she was who she claimed to be," he insisted. "I couldn't just let him continue to see someone without knowing everything about her."
"So what did you find out?"
"She's clean so far," he revealed, leaning forward to put Kaia's pacifier back into her mouth. "Not even a speeding ticket."
An endearing smile played on his lips as Kaia momentarily opened her bright blue eyes to peer at him, her head tilting sleepily to the side as she stared at her father. He knew from the first moment that he held her that his little girl would forever own his heart just like Nicholas did. She had somehow managed to wrap herself around his soul and there was no getting free from the spell she had placed on him.
"Ju ju," Nicholas babbled, reaching out a hand to his mother. "Mama…ju ju…"
"Well, I guess that is a comfort," Diana agreed, digging into Nicholas's bag and handing him his sippy cup of apple juice.
Nicholas kicked his feet as he happily took his cup, humming to himself as he drank his juice. Diana smiled at him, amazed how much he looked like Bruce in every way. His mannerisms were even like his father's down to the scowl. She decided it must be like raising Bruce himself when he was a little boy.
Turning her attention back to her husband, she found Bruce staring at her with a mischeivious glint in his eyes. "What?" she asked, settling back against him.
"You look so sexy tonight," he replied, leaning in to kiss her throat.
"Bruce, we have little eyes watching us," she reminded him.
"Nicholas, close your eyes so I can kiss your mother," he told his son.
Nicholas just grinned at them, babbling something as he pointed at them. "I don't think that's going to work," Diana said. "Besides, I'm wearing jeans and a sweatshirt. There can't be anything attractive about that."
"Want to bet?"
Diana rolled her eyes at him. "You and your bets."
"I think I need to build a divider between the seats in the limo so I can kiss you in front of the kids when I want to," Bruce decided.
"I think you will just have to learn to control yourself instead," Diana told him.
"Fine," Bruce huffed, lacing his fingers with hers instead.
Diana brought their joined hands up, pressing a kiss to his hand. "Now, tell me about this game. What is this football?"
"Don't tell me that you don't anything about football, Princess?"
"All I know is there is some ball and they wear helmets on their heads. At least that's what I remember from our incident with Grodd."
Bruce chuckled with her response. "I will teach you everything you need to know when the game starts."
"Are Dick and Donna coming too?"
"They were going to try," he said. "I think they had something going on tonight, but they were going to try to come for the second half of the game."
"So why is this the first time that we've gone to a game?" she asked as they pulled into the parking lot of the stadium.
"Well, someone was quite pregnant and I was busy trying to stop the shipment of weapons out of Gotham," he reminded her.
"I guess that's a good excuse," she relented.
Unbuckling Nicholas, Diana handed her son off to Bruce who was standing outside of the limo before unfastening Kaia's car seat. She exited to find that they had parked outside of a private entrance where paparazzi were not allowed.
"You mean we're actually going to be able to have a night out without having our pictures taken?" she teased.
"Yes," Bruce confirmed. "I made sure that there were no paparazzi in this area. I don't want pictures of our children splashed over every single newspaper and magazine. The less the world knows about them, the safer they'll be."
"Always thinking ahead," she replied in admiration, taking his hand in hers. "You do know it would be foolish for something to even think about going after Wonder Woman's child, right?"
"That never seems to stop them," he ground out as he led her inside the stadium towards his private suite.
Nearing his suite, Bruce spotted Lois and Clark waiting outside for them, Lara in the Kryptonian's arms. "Are you ready to lose?" Clark asked as they approached.
"I never lose," Bruce confidently stated as he opened the door and led them inside.
Clark whistled at what he saw, his eyes wide with astonishment. The suite was larger than the living room of their apartment in Metropolis. To the side was a table weighed down with more food than he could eat in a week. Behind it was a full bar and refrigerator no doubt filled with anything they could ever want.
Several overstuffed chairs sat before a large plate glass window that had the perfect view of the football field below. A sliding glass door opened to stadium seating outside on a balcony if they wished to join the fans and be a part of the game.
"This is amazing," Clark admired in shock. "You could fit half of our apartment in here, Lois."
"Maybe we'll just move in here," she agreed.
"Make yourselves at home," Bruce said as he sat his son down. Nicholas immediately began running around the large room, his stuffed bunny clutched tightly in his hand and his sippy cup in the other. "Nicholas, keep your clothes on. No streaking."
Nicholas just looked innocently up at him as if he had no clue what his father was talking about. He gave him a toothy smile, laughing as if Bruce had just said something funny. "Dada," he babbled, shaking his head.
"Yah, I know that smile," Bruce told him, his voice stern, but his eyes sparkling with love. "I invented that charming smile so don't try it on me, little man."
Nicholas just giggled before running towards Uncle Clark. "Clak…clak…" he jabbered, raising his arms up. He was not the least bit happy with the fact the Man of Steel's arms were already full.
"Hey there, Nick," Clark happily greeted him, handing Lara over to Lois before bending down to pick him up. "Are you excited about the game?"
Nicholas chattered something only half recognizable as he laid his head against Uncle Clark's shoulder. Clark affectionately patted his back as he made his way to look out the window at the field below where players were preparing for the big game.
"Lara is getting so big," Diana cooed as she came to stand with Lois.
"She has Clark's appetite," Lois revealed. "I think she's trying to keep up with her father."
"Kaia has quite the appetite too," Diana replied as she glanced at her daughter sleeping in Alfred's arms. He had contentedly settled into one of the overstuffed chairs before the large window with his Gotham Wildcats hat on and Kaia in his arms.
Diana couldn't help but smile at them. Alfred was quite attached to the newest little member to the Wayne family, holding her every single chance he got. While Nicholas was his partner in crime, Kaia was his little angel.
Just then the door to the suite burst open, Tim racing in and breathing heavily. "Did I miss anything yet?"
"No, it's just about to start," Bruce informed him.
"Good," he said as leaned against a wall in relief. "I thought I had missed kick-off."
"Where's Stephanie?" Diana asked with a teasing smile. "Didn't you bring her?"
"What? No!" Tim exclaimed. "She doesn't really like football."
"So when are you going to let me invite her over for dinner?" Diana questioned him.
Tim began to make his way past his mom, heading directly to the feast spread out on the table. "I dunno," he muttered. "Someday. I've starved. Let's eat."
"Go ahead," Bruce told him. "They're doing the coin flip right now."
Tim quickly began loading his plate with food before grabbing a can of Coke and heading to a chair beside Alfred. "This is going to be awesome."
"You know Metropolis is going to win," Clark told him as he took Nicholas to get something to eat.
"Yah, right," Tim mumbled with a mouthful of food. "Your Meteors are going down!"
"You better hope the Meteors don't lose," Lois complained with a frown. "I'll hardly get to see my husband for whole a month."
"Such a stupid bet," Diana agreed as she took her plate and sat down in a chair next to Bruce.
"You won't think so when I win and I have more time to spend with you," Bruce leaned over and whispered in her ear.
"I don't know," Diana murmured. "I kind of like the idea of an impromptu visit with you in the Monitor Womb while you're supposed to be on duty."
"I heard that," Clark loudly stated from the food table.
"And you'll forget you heard it too," Bruce barked in response.
"Okay, so tell me about this game," Diana quickly changed the subject with a faint blush. "What are they doing now?"
"Gotham won the coin toss which means they can chose to do what they want with the ball," Bruce explained. "We just chose to kick the football to the Meteors."
Diana frowned as she watched the Wildcats kick the ball to the other team. "Why would they just give up the ball like that? Why not fight to keep it if they won it?"
"Wow," Tim chimed in with a chuckle. "This is going to be a very long game. You should have sat her down and explained it to her ahead of time, Bruce."
Diana shot her son a glare before turning her attention back to the field. "I don't understand why you would willingly just give up the football when you won it to begin with."
"Do they have any games on Themyscira like this?" Lois asked.
"We have games, but nothing ridiculous like this," Diana replied with a disbelieving shake of her head.
"Patience, Princess," Bruce reassured her. "It's just getting started. We gave the ball to the Meteors now, but at the beginning of the second half, we get the ball first."
"Okay," she finally agreed as she took a bite of her chip. "That sounds like a fair tactical plan."
"Now, watch," Bruce told her as he leaned in close to her, pointing towards the quarterback and doing his best to suppress the sudden surge of arousal that came with being this close to her. "That's the quarterback. He's the leader who is calling the plays to the rest of the team. He's yelling codes that only his team will understand. Depending on what he calls, the players will follow his instructions."
"So he's the general?"
"Not quite," Bruce corrected her. "The general is the head coach on the sidelines. The quarterback gets the signals from him on what plays to call."
"So he's the second in command," Diana decided.
"You could say that," he agreed with a nod. "Alright, the quarterback just handed the ball off to the running back…
"WHOA!" Tim yelled. "Did you just see that?"
Alfred, Tim, and Bruce all yelled as the running back was literally picked up and thrown to the ground by a Wildcat linebacker while Clark groaned. "That was just ugly," Clark stated, eating with Nicholas on his lap. "I hope they don't try to run that play again anytime soon."
"They had his number!" Tim exclaimed with giddy excitement. "Hey, Clark, wanna make a wager?"
"No betting, Tim," Diana interjected. "You're too young and your father has already gotten himself into enough trouble as it is with making a bet."
Tim shot Bruce an amused look for which he received a patented bat glare. "I'm not in trouble," Bruce maintained. "I fully intend to win."
"We'll just see about that," Clark piped up. "My Meteors only lost one game this whole season."
"The Wildcats are unbeaten," Tim smugly pointed out before breaking into a cheer as the Meteor's quarterback was sacked in the pocket.
Nicholas had no clue what was going on, but was completely caught up in the excitement as he raised his arms to cheer with stuffed bunny in hand. He giggled and yelled, having no idea what was happening but enjoying all the noise nonetheless as he sat on Uncle Clark's lap.
"I have no idea how Miss Kaia can sleep through all this racket," Alfred said in amazement as he looked down at the sleeping infant nestled in his arms. "She has no idea what she's missing."
"That's alright," Lois replied, gazing down at the sleeping girl in her arms. "Lara is completely oblivious as well."
"That was good right?" Diana asked Bruce as she leaned on the arm of her chair so she could ask Bruce questions over the noise.
"Yes, we took out their quarterback," he confirmed. "Now, they had three tries to get the ball down the field, but they failed…miserably."
"I heard that too," Clark grumbled.
"Anyway," Bruce continued. "On the fourth down, they have to kick it back to us for our turn to try for a touchdown or they can try to convert one more time to get a first down."
"Finally, this is beginning to make some sense," she said with satisfaction. "This is just like a battle."
Bruce cast a sidelong glance at her, the corner of his lips curling with affection. She was beyond captivating and at times he thought that he could love her anymore than he already did. Somehow, she always managed to prove him wrong.
"Our quarterback is going to run a play that will hopefully gain us several yards into enemy territory," he clarified, knowing that if he described it like a war she'd understand it better. "The quarterback is moving out of the pocket and looking for a receiver down field to throw the ball to."
Diana watched as the quarterback expertly shuffled his feet, moving about as if in a dance as he dodged a man trying to tackle him to the ground. He suddenly set his feet, drawing his arm back and releasing the football to a man about twenty yards downfield who was wide open.
The suite erupted in cheers as the receiver caught the football and began to run, leaping over a diving safety and racing towards the end zone. Unfortunately, another player tackled him at the thirty yard line, bringing the thrilling play to an end.
"That was amazing!" Diana cried as she watched a Wildcat offer his hand to his downed teammate, helping him up to his feet before heading back into the huddle.
"See?" Bruce said with a grin. "I knew you'd like it."
"So what now?"
Bruce proceeded to explain how they would continue to drive the ball the rest of the way into the end zone to score a touchdown, loving every single moment he got to spend with her like this. He'd never met another woman quite like her and yet he knew there would never be another like Diana. Thank God she was all his.
"Yes!" Tim screamed in excitement. "Score!"
"So is that the game?" Diana questioned Bruce. "Did we win?"
Bruce chuckled softly, amused by her naïveté. "No, there's four quarters total. This is just the first quarter. Remember we get ball back in the second half?"
"Oh yah, I forgot," she sheepishly muttered.
"It's okay, Princess," he told her, leaning in and kissing her temple. "It's your first game. You'll have it all down before the second half even starts."
Kaia suddenly began to whimper and cry, catching her mother's attention. "Alfred, I can take her," she offered. "I'm sure she's hungry."
"Not at all, Miss Diana," Alfred insisted. "I've got her diaper bag and bottle right here. We're more than content right where we are. You just enjoy the game."
Diana smiled at the pair, knowing that when Alfred was speaking of being content he was probably referring more to himself than Kaia. Her daughter had become more than taken with the elderly man, but her father was still her ultimate hero. Once she was in Bruce's arms, it was next to impossible to separate the two.
Nicholas scooted himself off his Uncle Clark's lap, toddling over to sit with Tim for a while. Tim absentmindedly leaned down and picked him up as he watched the game, setting him down beside him in the overstuffed chair that was large enough to accommodate both sitting side-by-side. Nicholas immediately reached over to steal grapes from his brother's plate while Tim was completely consumed with the game.
Bruce leaned in close to his wife again. "Alright, now the Meteors have the ball again. They're going to try to work their way down the field again, but the Wildcats are going to stop them."
"You hope they're going to stop them," Lois corrected him with a scowl. "This game is far from over, playboy."
"Want to make a bet, Lane?" Bruce shot back for which he earned a punch to his shoulder from his wife.
"Ow," he complained as he rubbed his shoulder. "What was that for?"
"No more betting," she hissed at him. "I'm already at risk of hardly seeing you for the next month."
"Trust me, Princess," he assured her with a kiss. "This is sure thing."
"You will be eating those words when you're covering all of my monitor duty shifts," Clark crowed from beside Lois.
"You better hope he loses or you'll be in trouble with me," Lois bit out, shooting daggers at her husband. "I'm not staying up every night with Lara just because you lost a stupid bet with Bruce."
"What's wrong with Lara?" Diana asked. "Isn't she sleeping through the night yet?"
"Colic," Lois informed her with a frown.
"Nicholas never had that. He was sleeping through the night around four months," Diana thoughtfully replied. "Hopefully Kaia will be the same way."
"Rub it in," Lois grumbled under her breath.
"YAY!" Tim yelled, Nicholas chiming in as the Wildcats intercepted the ball. "Your Meteors are going down, Clark!"
They all watched in amazement, some excited and others suddenly sick, as the Wildcat player ran the ball into the end zone for another touchdown making it fourteen to zero. Clark sank further back in his chair, wishing now that he had just kept his stupid mouth shut about the game.
"This is game is not over," Clark snapped. "It's only the first quarter."
"The first quarter is over now," Tim pointed out. "It's the start of the second."
"We will come back," Clark maintained. "We have come back from further deficits than this."
"But not against the Wildcats," Bruce said with a smirk.
Clark stood up to go fill his plate again, a confident smile on his face that he wasn't actually feeling at that moment. "Well, we get the ball again."
"Yah, so we can take it away from you again," Tim quipped.
"Why do they get the ball back again?" Diana leaned in to ask Bruce. "They just had it. Don't we get it back?"
"We stole it from them and scored so now out of pity we give it back to them."
"It's not pity," Clark ground out. "It's the rules of the game."
"Whatever," Bruce responded with a shrug.
"I think we should play a football game among the Justice League," Diana suggested.
Bruce's head snapped to the side in surprise. "Really?"
"Why not?" she asked. "I think it could be fun."
"I pity whoever gets to be tackled by you, Princess," Bruce teased. "We could end up with more Leaguers in the infirmary than in the field on missions."
"I promise I'll be gentle," she swore, suddenly excited by the idea.
"I've sparred with you, remember?" he reminded her, leaning in close to whisper in her ear, "and I've made love with you. Sometimes you get a little…exuberant."
"You never seemed to mind my excitement," she softly bit out.
Bruce chuckled as he took her hand in his, his eyes growing dark with lust. "Oh no," he quickly countered. "I never said I minded. In fact, I love it more than you can imagine."
Diana pulled her hand free to cross her arms against her chest. "Then what's the problem?"
"I just think it could get ugly, that's all."
Making his way back to his seat, Clark decided to come to Bruce's aid. "I'm afraid Bruce is right, Di. It could get very ugly. Flash would be flying all over the field, Lantern would use his ring to intercept the ball, Canary would blow the other team away with her sonic cry."
"What if we say no powers?" she posed the idea.
"We'll see," Bruce answered her. "Right now, let's just worry about getting through this game."
"Stop him!" Tim yelled.
"Yes!" Clark cheered. "We finally scored! Fourteen to seven."
"That doesn't mean anything," Bruce maintained.
XXX
By the time Dick and Donna showed up, the game was tied at twenty-eight. Nicholas was fast asleep in Alfred's arms with his bunny clutched to his chest, Kaia and Lara both asleep in their car seats. "What did we miss?" Dick asked as he rushed in.
"It's about time, bro!" Tim greeted him. "It's the start of the fourth quarter. Where have you been?"
"Donna had a showing at a gallery in New York City," Dick informed them.
"And I really appreciate you missing most of the game for it," Donna told him, pulling him in for a sultry kiss. "It meant a lot to me."
Dick smiled dreamily at her, wishing he could kiss her the way he was dying to at that moment. "I'm sure you'll more than make it up to me later tonight," he murmured.
"You know it, Bird Boy," she sexily teased as she kissed him again.
"Gag," Tim groaned. "You two are as bad as Bruce and Diana."
"Shhh….sit down," Clark said. "The Meteors are kicking off. We're going to put a stop to the Wildcats, get the ball back and win this game."
"It's not over yet," Dick stated as he sat down in his chair, Donna in his lap.
The Wildcats kick returner floated in the backfield around the third yard line, waiting to catch the football. He immediately took off, narrowly missing being tackled to the ground. The player leapt over one Meteor, ducking and dodging as he streaked across the field.
"Yes! Go! Go! Go!" Diana screamed, leaping to her feet in wild excitement.
Bruce couldn't stifle the laughter that bubbled up in his throat at his wife's enthusiasm. Throughout the course of the game, she had morphed from a naïve Amazon princess with no clue about what she was watching into a regular football fanatic.
Bruce cast a glance at Clark who was laughing as well at the sudden change in the princess. Clark just shook his head in mutual amusement, Diana turning in time to catch the shared look. "What?" she asked. "What did I do?"
"Absolutely nothing," Bruce assured her as she sat back down. "You're perfect in every way."
"Tackle him!" she suddenly growled, her attention back on the game. "He missed his tackle! He should be taken off of the field and sent to the Pits of Tartarus for such a bone-headed move!"
Bruce's hand quickly moved to cover his mouth. He loved it when she was riled up. He didn't think she could possibly be any more attractive. "Easy, Princess," he cautioned her. "Let's not condemn him to hell for a bad play."
"A blind man could have seen that play coming," she claimed in exasperation.
Bruce took her hand, forcing her to sit down again. "It's alright," he told her. "We still have the ball."
"If we don't score, I swear by Hera I'll…"
"Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to introduce mom to football," Tim interrupted with a chuckle.
"Why? I love it," she replied. "It's a lot like battle."
"Time is running out," Dick growled. "They better score on the next drive."
"Getting nervous, Dick?" Clark asked him with a grin. "We have the ball now."
"That doesn't mean they will score, Kal," Diana snapped at him, shooting him a glare that could rival Bruce's any day.
Clark shriveled back into his chair, sinking lower and causing Bruce to laugh at him. "I wouldn't argue with her if I were you, Kent," Bruce warned him.
Lois patted Clark's shoulder. "It's okay, honey. Our team will come out on top in the end."
"Care to make a bet, Lois?" Diana asked her.
"Diana!" Bruce cried in stunned disbelief.
"What? If you and Clark can bet, why can't Lois and I?"
"No, I'm good," Lois claimed. "I believe one bet in the family is enough for now."
They all watched as the Meteor's quarterback threw the ball to a receiver downfield that was wide open. The receiver easily ran it in for a touchdown, Lois and Clark leaping to their feet and cheering wildly. Unfortunately, so did the Meteors who were then penalized for unsportsmanlike conduct when one of their players taunted a Wildcat that resulted in a brawl.
"There's only two minutes left," Diana murmured to Bruce, her blue filled with worry.
"Plenty of time," he calmly replied, unruffled.
Diana grabbed his hand, holding it tight as the Meteor's kicked the ball to the Wildcats. Her grip tightened as the receiver was tackled on the twenty yard line, her frustration level rising. Her jaw was clenched tightly as the next play ended with only a gain of a couple of yards, time quickly ticking down.
"This isn't good," Diana groaned. "Score, damn it!"
Wincing, Bruce bit his bottom lip as the ache in his hand intensified with the death-grip his wife had on it. He just hoped she didn't end up crushing it. That was going to be rather embarrassing to explain at the office.
They watched in tense silence as the quarterback threw a Hail Mary pass from the twenty-third yard line to a receiver who was near the ten yard line with twenty seconds left in the game. The receiver easily caught the ball before tip-toeing stylishly into the end zone.
The crowd erupted into a heated frenzy along with the Wayne family in the suite. Diana finally released Bruce's hand much to his great relief. He nonchalantly shook his hand out, trying to force the feeling back into his fingers and thankful it wasn't broken. It would have been worth it though just to see her excited reaction to the game.
Diana turned to Bruce, her hands gripping his sweatshirt. Her eyes were wild with panic. "Now what? We only have seven seconds left!"
"We still have to score the extra point," he explained.
"But that's only one point," she countered, still panicked. "We'll be tied. We can't end in a tie. I will not accept it. We have to win this game, Bruce."
"First, let's release your grip on my shirt," he suggested, forcing her fingers to relax her grip on him. "Second, we will go for a two point conversion. That will give us the lead and we will win the game."
"You have to score the two points first," Clark reminded him.
"Don't worry, Kent," Bruce confidently said. "No one does the two point conversion better than the Wildcats."
Everyone was standing on their feet, waiting with bated breath as the Wildcats lined up for the play that would either win or lose the game. Diana absentmindedly reached out for Bruce's hand which he kept hidden behind his back, not about to risk it. If this play was a bust, there was no telling what damage was going to be done by his Amazon princess.
Diana was whispering in Greek, words of curses on the other team or prayers for the Wildcats, he wasn't sure, but it was amusing nonetheless. He hoped for not only his sake, but hers as well that the Wildcats pulled this off.
The quarterback caught the ball, feinting to the right before suddenly shifting to the left and racing through a small gap in the action. He crossed into the end zone, slamming the football down in excitement as his teammates all gathered around him, jumping up and down and cheering wildly.
"YES!" Diana screamed, turning and hugging Bruce. "We won!"
Bruce happily returned her embrace, but was even more pleased when she celebrated with a very sultry kiss that swiftly stole his breath. He kissed her with equal passion and desire, anxious to get home where they could continue this celebration in private.
"I can't believe they lost," Clark groaned as he sank into his chair, holding his head in his hands.
"You are in so much trouble, Smallville," Lois grumbled as she began gathering up their things. "You're taking Lara with you to the Watchtower for monitor duty."
"Maybe I'll take a week off this next month, take you away for a nice long vacation alone on a beach somewhere," Bruce told Diana, kissing her again before casting a smirk at Clark. "Now that I have all of this free time, I think we should go."
Clark just glared at them as he picked up Lara's car seat. This was going to be the worst month of his life. "Thanks for the game," he muttered as he made his way to the door. "It was…fun."
"That was so awesome!" Tim said as he took a sleeping Nicholas into his arms so Alfred could get Kaia.
"It was quite the exciting game," Alfred agreed. "I believe a celebratory breakfast is in order tomorrow morning."
"Count us in," Dick quickly added, turning to Donna. "Alfred makes the best breakfasts ever."
"Did you see that last play?" Tim asked as he followed Alfred, Dick, and Donna out of the suite. "It couldn't have ended any better."
"So did you like your first football game, Princess?" Bruce asked, pulling Diana to a stop before leaving.
"It was very exciting," she decided, her hands coming to rest against her husband's chest.
"Do you know how very sexy you are when you get into the game?" he asked, his lips hovering close to hers.
"Really?"
"Most definitely," he huskily confirmed as he captured her lips in a kiss.
"I guess we better go home and put the kids to bed so we can continue our own celebration," she suggested.
"I love the sound of that," Bruce murmured as he turned to lead her out of the suite.
As he left, he suddenly realized that he'd missed his chance at making a wager with the princess as well, one that would have included a personal massage, some one-on-one time…with her lasso. Of course, baseball season was right around the corner.
THE END
A/N: This idea came to me after having the privilege of sitting in a private suite during a baseball game this past summer. Couldn't help but make a BMWW one-shot out of it!