Under Control
BruceDiana

Chapter 2

And all my fears creep and crawl across my skin and

These four walls are after me and moving in

And all that I want to do

Is give up, give in, let this one stay where it is

But I don't suppose I will

Bruce stood up from his seat and walked back and forth in the room. His hand clenched his hair at the wandering thoughts of Diana, arguing with himself whether it was the right time to tell Diana the feelings he had for her. It had been years since he had feelings for her and the same years had gone by since he started hiding it from her.

Whenever Diana would bring things up about them, he would build up the walls to block her from ever knowing what he truly felt for her. It protected him from her and from the distractions that would cause him from straying off the mission.

He wanted to give up and give in. He did so after so many attempts. Saving her from the clutches of the curious press back in Paris, singing in front of a live audience as Batman to break Circe's spell, and multiple times of swinging in his grapple as he took her in his arms and away from harm, that was all he did to tell her that he loved her despite not being verbal.

Bruce barely could speak at the sight of her beauty. His tongue twisted and his brain bailed out. He was always speechless whenever it came to her. She was the only one who had that effect on him. He loved and hated it at the same time.

Walking to an empty wall, he pounded his fist firmly. His anger to himself diminished. He swoon women all his life and yet, this woman turned the tables on him. She was a challenge, he admitted, and he did love a good challenge.

He knew he loved her. Everything about her just made his heart jump out of his throat. He needed to tell her that he loved her.

Time was not on his side.

Recalling the time he went to the future with GL, he marveled at the sight of his older self, but he noticed that he was alone. He did not want being alone. He wanted to live the rest of his days with her.

For Heaven's sake, He loved her.

Bruce let out a loud sigh and pulled on his cowl before heading out of his room.

He did not know where his feet would lead him, but he wished that he would find Diana and tell her what he felt about her.

Damn his reasons.

They were no longer enough to fight her back.

Finally, he found her sitting at the monitor bay, slurping on her favorite iced mocha. Her back faced his, her long hair cascading against the chair. Mr. T was busy checking on some of the missions to notice him.

One of these days I'm gonna find myself a way

I'll find the courage and I'll find the grace

And I'm gonna know just what to say

And you'll walk on up when you want this love

When you've had enough and you've given up

Planting his feet forward, he let out a sigh before he spoke.

"Diana."

Surprised to hear his gruff voice, Diana turned her chair around. She stood up, Bruce towering her a few inches, with her red lips curved into a smile, "What can I do for you, Batman?"

Just the sound of her calling him made him shiver. Her eyes seemed to gleam as she spoke his name. Bruce found a little excitement in it when he realized that he, too, had an effect on her.

He gazed at her for a moment, trying to organize his thoughts.

"We need to talk."