Gotham City

The Batman crouched next to the damaged gargoyle on top of Wayne Towers watching the drenched streets below. It did not matter to him that there was a thunderstorm going on around him. The occasional flash of lightning interrupted the darkness of night, but never his concentration. The howling wind swirled the rain in different directions until it soaked him to the bone.

Even though he could hear, the police chatter in his ear, but he did not listen to it. His thumb absently stroked the damaged stonework as his mind had wandered back to the last time he was on this particular rooftop. The lame excuses he had given Diana about dating were a defense mechanism he had thrown up. That night he had been caught off guard, it was something that only happened when she was around him. He had surprised even himself that he could think so quickly to come up with any reasons why they should not date. He had seen the hurt in her eyes as he listed number three. The hurt turned to defiance, when he saw the fire in her eyes and she destroyed the gargoyle head, his façade had nearly slipped and he nearly confessed his true feelings for her, but the alarm had saved him.

Then several months later during their encounter with Morgan La Fey and her idiot child, he had hurt her again by telling her that it had not been fun being a child again and that lame line: "I haven't been a child since I was eight years old", again the defense mechanism was in place before he could control it. The hurt expression he had seen that day had cut him deeper than he would ever admit.

Batman sighed heavily. Something that was hard to do while crouching in Kevlar, nomex and leather. He was going to have to do something about Diana, she would only put up with his behavior for so long before she moved on. That was something that he could not stand.

"B" Barbra's voice cut through his reverie.

"Go."

"A silent burglary alarm going off from Gotham National Bank, 1356 E Downing Rd."

"En route." He said launching himself off the roof into the wet night. Saved by the bell again.

Watchtower

Diana sat in the comfortable chair in Monitor Womb with her feet propped up on an unused console and an iced mocha in the cup holder of the chair. In her hand was a worn copy of Moby Dick. Alfred had recommended it and loaned her the manor's copy during her last visit to the manor.

She was just finishing chapter four when an alarm went off. Looking up she saw that there was a minor earthquake on one of the smaller islands of Japan. Leaning forward in the chair she called up the on duty members and began dispatching teams and transporting them to the surface to assist with the rescue. She called up the on-call list and notified them via text message of their standby status.

Diana leaned back and monitored the team's efforts. Her thoughts drifted to the last time she had been in Japan. Bruce had been in Tokyo on business, and a large lizard had threatened Tokyo. After she diverted the lizard to the ocean, Bruce had introduced her to sushi. She had trouble with the chopsticks, and Bruce ended up feeding her each bite. And while her Amazon heritage hated being treated like a child, however the mere thought of Bruce feeding her brought warmed her cheeks with a blush.

Diana rolled her chair to a spare monitor with a mischeivious grin. She entered the codes Alfred had provided her. On the screen a map of Gotham City appeared. In the lower right corner of the screen, she saw Bruce's vital signs. They were strong and only slightly elevated. She blew out a breath that she did not realize she was holding. She fought the urge to enter another code to activate the mini-cam in the cowl.

Diana leaned back in the chair, kicked her feet back up on the console and began sipping the iced mocha. Her thoughts and attention divided between a tall dark and brooding man and the rescue mission in Japan.

Mount Olympus

Hera leaned forward and watched in the chalice as Diana kicked her feet up onto the console and began watching both monitors. Persephone had just left to escort the Waynes back to the underworld. Though they had been dead for many years, they were a wealth of information and insight. Martha had been than a little disappointed that Bruce had not found someone to settle down with, but she was more than curious about Diana. Persephone had promised to give them every detail.

Hera, Aphrodite, Athena had been joined by Artemis and Hestia the other patron goddesses of the Amazons.

"My queen, what are we to do about this?" Artemis asked waving her hand over the chalice.

"Do about it?" Aphrodite said there was a hint of venom in her voice. "Why should we do anything? It's clear that there is a bond between the two, let it grow and strengthen."

"Diana is an Amazon, she does not need the company of a man, let alone this dark mortal" Artemis retorted.

Hera stopped listening to the goddesses as they argued their points of contention or blessings regarding Diana's relationship (or lack there of) with the mortal Bruce Wayne. She silently watched the liquid ripple to another location within the floating fortress. Diana and her sister Donna Troy were sitting at a round table drinking coffee. Donna was teasing Diana because she had caught Diana monitoring the mortal. Diana had been only slightly embarrassed, but stood her ground by telling Donna that she would have monitored Donna if she had been on a mission as well. Hera knew that Diana's attention was more on the mortal than it was on the rescue team in the land of the rising sun.

The two Amazons were joined by the Kryptonian. Diana regarded him fondly as if her were a brother. Hera knew that Hippolyta, queen of the Amazons, would prefer the Kryptonian over the mortal as a potential mate for Diana. She would have agreed before, but the more she watched the interactions between Diana and the mortal, and the passion he was capable of with Diana, she knew that it was a better match. Hera chuckled to herself knowing Hippolyta's choice in the father of Diana was also tall, dark and brooding.

But Artemis was right, what were they going to do about it.