Chapter 2

When Diana got up to her room, she noticed that the window was open. She hadn't notice that when she left her room a few hours ago. The curtains were blowing in a cool breeze that gave her comfort. The moonlight shone down in the darkness. She did not bother turning on the lights. The moon's light was enough. She sat down on her bed, across the window, and opened up the gift Clark and Lois gave her. She almost cried when she realized it was a picture of her and—Bruce. It was taken during one of their dates. It was in Gotham Park. They were both clutching a take-out cup of coffee. She brushed her thumb at his face. Was she still angry at him? That question kept on running on her mind.

"Princess," she heard a gruff whisper from behind. She stood up from the bed and turned around. She very well knew his voice. Bruce, who was still clad in his suit, stepped out of the shadows. As Diana looked at him deeply, she felt a pang in her heart. She laid the photo on the bed and ignored him. It pained her to see Bruce's face expressing agony. Bruce stepped forward, but stop mid-stride. She turned her back on him and went to the window to close it. As Diana closed the windows, she felt his arms wrap around her waist. Diana sank as she felt his Kevlar-covered chest rest against her back.

She cursed at the Kevlar. She wanted to feel the warmth of his body.

He held her tightly from behind for one silent minute. Diana closed her eyes and listened to the sound of their heartbeats beating as one. "Don't leave," Bruce whispered to her ear silently. It sent tingling sensations down her spine. For the first time, she heard Bruce begging. She wanted for his strong arms to never let go of her hold. Then she heard her name from downstairs.

"Diana," Clark called out.

Diana sighed silently. "Bruce," she whispered silently. At that moment, Bruce slowly let go of his hold of her. Diana regretted it. She went to the door. She gripped the door knob and paused to look at Bruce one last time before she headed out. She wanted to see him again when she would return to her room.

Bruce stared at the door for some time then went to the bed to clutch the picture Diana was holding a moment ago. How could I have been so stupid and do something that would hurt Diana? He hated himself for hurting the woman he truly loved.

"Have you been thinking?" Clark asked with a smile. Diana did not reply instead she gave him a tight hug. She also saw Lois smiling from behind. She then hugged Lois, "Thank you." Clark and Lois nodded their heads. "We'll be heading home now. I hope you get to decide the right choice, Diana," Clark said as he wrapped his arms around his wife then left.

Diana locked the doors and hurried back up to her room. She opened the door in a hurry, never bothering with the light yet again. As she strode away from the door, she found Bruce sitting on her bed, sans cowl, giving her a better look of his handsome face. He had also removed his belt, gloves, and cape, leaving them lying down on the floor. She noticed that he had placed their picture on desk beside to a picture of him (of which Bruce had also given her on her birthday). He stood up in silence. "Why are you here, Bruce?" she said with sadness in her tone. "Don't leave," was all he uttered. She wanted to ignore his plea, to show him that she was still angry at him. Truthfully, she couldn't stay mad at him for long. Bruce moved towards Diana and caressed her face, "Stay. Don't leave. Forgive me." Those words struck Diana. She loved him and it hurt her to leave him for she knew he would return to his old ways again. Bruce leaned in closer, placed a strand of hair behind her ear and slowly closed the space between them with a kiss. Diana no longer protested, instead she let him. His presence made her decide to no longer leave.

She would miss him when she would leave. Diana took off his Kevlar suit slowly for the first time and saw his chest glistening in sweat. She traced up the scars and kissed them one by one. He slowly took off her shirt and snaked his arm around her waist and held her closely. When he sucked on her neck, it made her think no to leave. When his lips caressed her breasts, it made her think to no longer leave. When his hands ran through her body, it made her think not to leave. As they made love, Bruce was calling out Diana's name. Diana called out Bruce's name while whispering Batman afterwards.

Soon, they were tangled up in sheets all naked and wrapped up in sweat. They were lying close to each other's body. Diana was resting her head against Bruce's scarred chest. She was tracing the different scars that filled his body, scars that she showed that he was a true warrior like her. Bruce's arm was wrapped around Diana. His hand was running up and down her smooth shoulder. He sighed as he looked up at the ceiling, "Are you still leaving?" Diana looked at him for a second, "Yes." Bruce didn't say a word, but he quietly kissed her forehead, closed his eyes, and hugged her tight.

When dawn came, Diana woke up and noticed the other side of the bed empty. She got up in haste and looked around her room. "Good morning, Princess," Bruce said in his usual gruff tone. Diana saw him sitting on a chair with a cup in hand and a smile on his face. He was clad in a blue robe which she had kept for instances like now. Bruce handed her a cup of coffee and received it, "Thank you." She sipped it leisurely before placing it on her nightstand. Diana clutched the white blanket to cover up her body, but she knew there was no use. Bruce had already seen her body almost every time they made love.

"You better hurry. You'll be leaving soon," Bruce said as he stood up. Diana could hear the pain and regret in his voice. He was smiling, but his heart was breaking on the inside. Diana rushed towards him, grabbed him, and kissed him hard. "So you won't leave?" Bruce asked as he leaned his head against Diana's. She shook her head, "No, because you're forgiven," Diana smiled as she touched his cheek, "and I love you." She once again seized his lips passionately.

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