Author's note: This chapter is where this fic gets extremely sexually graphic. Mature readers only. You have been warned.

I don't own the characters or Justice League, etc.

Bruce pulled aside the cloth partition that separated the rest of the Batcave from the medical area. Before him was a scene that looked like a miniature hospital. There were several gurneys, stands with monitoring equipment, and rows of shelves containing every medical device conceivable. I've needed most of it, at one point or another, he thought wryly.

"Hop up, Princess," he said, patting a gurney with his hand that wasn't locked in a vice-like grip.

"No. I'll heal. Fast." Diana said, a hard look on her features.

Bruce smiled. "You remind me of…well…me. So obstinate," he answered, stroking her cheek.

"I told you, we're more alike than you think," Diana said, mirroring his smile.

"Well then. Consider it a personal favor."

Diana glanced at the gurney for a moment, then back again. "Alright," she said, "but then it's your turn." She released his hand, hopping aboard the metal table.

"I wouldn't have it any other way." Bruce went to the cabinet and retrieved a metal box. It contained all the necessary tools for cleaning and dressing wounds. He removed a bottle of iodine and some bandages before turning to inspect Diana's. She had a split lip, slashes on her arms and legs from his gauntlet spikes, as well as a few scratches from some bats that she didn't quite escape. Their filthy claws would likely give her an infection, left untreated.

A pang of guilt shot through him. Despite her cavalier attitude towards wounds, high tolerance for pain, and magical healing, he still worried about her. Bruce wanted make her more comfortable, especially considering the fact that he had done this to her. Rationally, he understood that she wouldn't hold a grudge against him and that she would be fine. If it were anyone else, he would have let it go.

"Close your mouth," he said before pouring the bottle over the oral cut.

When he finished, she spat some of the orange liquid on the floor. "You could've warned me that would sting."

"This, coming from the woman who just popped her arm back into its socket with barely a sound?" Bruce smirked.

She crossed her arms in indignation. "Still…" she pouted.

"Let's see those arms."

Diana held out her limbs in acquiescence, allowing Bruce to silently begin his work of cleaning and dressing her wounds. He was characteristically deliberate and precise. Yet, his touch was also very tender. Careful. Loving. This fact did not go unnoticed by the amazon, aware that he spoke more with hands than he ever could with his voice. She didn't mind. Bruce was a man of action, a trait that she could respect. Diana had always held actions in a higher regard than words. Had that not been true, she doubted she would have brazenly stolen her mother's armor and left to protect man's world against Hippolyta's wishes.

Once, she would have viewed his insistence on treating her as an insult. It was a different time, one that she was now embarrassed of. Diana quickly became lost in thought, musing on the radical changes her life had had over the past few years.

"Want some painkiller?" Bruce questioned. He pulled back, his work evidently completed.

She shook her head, clearing herself of her reverie. "I'm good, thanks. It wouldn't work anyway; my physiology is too resistant to drugs."

He nodded. It made sense. "Now, about those burns," he whispered, lightly brushing her abdomen. Their eyes met. "Only if you're comfortable with that, of course," he quickly amended.

She laughed. Truth be told, she was somewhat uncomfortable with the idea of laying her body bare before a man in that way. On Themiscyra, such an act would be considered sacrilege. Then again, many things that she had been told had lately turned out to be false. She mulled over the lingering doubts in her mind and came to decision.

In answer, Diana silently peeled the top portion of her uniform off, letting it pool around her hips. Her eyes met Bruce's gaze, bidding him to behold her form.

He was completely enthralled by what he saw before him, the breath stolen from his lungs. Her breasts were perfectly shaped, just like the rest of her proportions, from her tapered waist to her strong, yet confoundingly feminine shoulders. And that skin! It appeared so soft and radiant, perfectly smooth, unmarred by any imperfections. He half-imagined that his eyes could feel it just by looking at her. Bruce practically caressed her with his gaze, drinking in the sight of her beauty. His heart picked up speed, his arousal skyrocketing.

The wounds on her sides and stomach also caught his attention. Burn marks marred almost that entire section of her body. Luckily, the wounds weren't charred and black. They were extremely red and irritated, though. The second-degree burns did absolutely nothing to diminish his opinion of her. In fact, they only increased his regard for Diana, a solemn testament to her resilience and strong spirit.

Meanwhile, Diana's heart also pounded, the normally calm and collected warrior nervous despite herself. She blushed, tucking a lock of raven hair behind her ear. Her questioning eyes searched for any kind of reaction from Bruce.

She didn't even understand how gorgeous she was, he realized. "Diana…" he uttered, at a loss for words. At the same time, Bruce undid the clasps of his gauntlets. He touched her hands to his bare ones for the first time. "You're so beautiful."

Suddenly all of Diana's nervousness disappeared, replaced by desire that overcame her mind, ripping away her inhibitions. She snatched his hands in hers and pulled them towards her breasts. "Then touch me," she breathlessly pleaded. Even her begs somehow had the air of a command to them.

Bruce needed no further encouragement. His hands shot out, immediately cupping her beautiful breasts. Instantly she let out a small moan. They felt so right in his grasp. If that set her off, she should see what I'm going to do next, Bruce told himself. Although he loved the feel of her in his hands, he couldn't suppress the sudden desire to make her feel good, to elicit more delicious moans from her. Bruce began circling her nipples with his thumbs. She responded with a louder moan, her back arching with pleasure. "Oh gods, yes…" she whispered, pulling his head towards her. Bruce leaned over her, his lips happily meeting Diana's.

What could only be described as electric fire surged through her body, awakening centuries of pent-up lust. It was pure pleasure, and it gathered like a maelstrom around her upper chest and between her thighs. Diana had no idea how to deal with these feelings other than to close her eyes and bask in the sensations she was experiencing.

Bruce roamed her entire upper body, testing her reactions to various stimuli. He seemed like a scientist experimenting upon an (admittedly eager) specimen. He caressed her here, touched her there, trying different methods of pleasing her circular nubs. Sometimes he tried combinations of several things to see what she liked the most. Always, he concentrated on savoring the feel of her in his hands.

Diana put her hands on his chest, finding nothing but the cold material of his armor. The barrier infuriated her; she needed to reciprocate, and if she didn't get a chance soon, she felt as if she would go crazy.

"Armor. Off," she sternly commanded.

Bruce was just about to start sucking on her nipple when her order stopped him like a brick wall. That could be saved for later. "Right…" he said, pulling away from her. "Let me get some salve for those burns too."

He turned away from her and began striding over to the medical cabinets. Suddenly a blast of force struck him from behind, flipping him around. It was Diana. Her hands protectively braced his head and back as she crashed into him, slamming him against the shelves.

As expensive medical gear rained down around them, she molded her body perfectly against his. She kissed him forcefully. He returned all of this with great enthusiasm, one hand stroking her side while he pressed his lips against hers and deepened the kiss.

At the same time, Bruce's other hand shot out lightning fast, blindly catching a falling jar of green gel. Without breaking the action, he scooped some of the contents and rubbed them into her burns.

Minutes later when the kiss was broken, she breathlessly remarked, "That felt good. And I'm not just talking about the aloe." She winked teasingly at him. "Now, let's get you out of that armor." Her voice was dripping with an almost predatory hunger.

"Yes, Princess," Bruce rasped, his throat dry as a desert. He undid the secret seams in his armor. Diana observed him intently, growing impatient. She began mirroring his actions all over him, ripping his armor off with desperation. Bruce assisted her just as urgently, their hands fumbling chaotically as he attempted to guide her.

He was quickly reduced to his underclothes. Diana pressed herself even deeper into his embrace, loving the feel of her skin against his. Bruce's body was statuesque to her, a tribute to Adonis himself. She ran her hands over him, enjoying the feel of his broad frame and chiseled muscles.

She tugged at his arm, leading him to the gurney. "Your turn," she said insistently. Bruce complied, hopping aboard with a smile. Diana practically leaped on top of him a moment later. The sexy amazon princess straddled him, continuing her examination of his form. Her face bore a curious expression, which was hardly a surprise to Bruce. She was uninitiated to the bare male body, he knew. Bruce sat back, content to patiently let her explore him.

He scrutinized her expression, looking for any clue as to her reaction. She was seeing his skin for the first time, seeing that his chest and arms were a horrible mass of scars, old bruises, burn marks, and more. Although he did not doubt her enthusiasm for their relationship, he feared that she would be disgusted when confronted with the ugliness of his life. Here she was, a perfect immortal, gazing upon the evidence of the harsh realities of mortality. He was sure that Diana would find him pathetic and weak, too damaged to be worthy of her love. He didn't blame her.

Her jaw fell open in shock, and he braced himself for rejection. Bruce was utterly shocked by her response, however. She leaned over him, her fingers gliding over the rough tissue. They finally settled upon the object of their search: his biggest scar. Without hesitation, she feathered her lips over it. "Bruce…they're amazing."

He felt ashamed for underestimating her character, for expecting arrogance and superficiality from her. Although she didn't know about it, he was still determined to absolve himself of his sin. He ran his fingers through her midnight hair.

A moment later, she pulled up from his body so that she could face him. Despite the intimacy between them, his inquisitive mind just had to know something. "Why?" he asked her.

Diana smiled. "Because, I'm jealous."

The notion was unthinkable to him. His face must have been an expression of pure confusion, because she chuckled at him. It was angelic.

Sensing his silent request for an explanation, she continued. "We amazons regard scars with a great deal of respect," she said, her fingers following the lines of his scars as she went on. "They symbolize a well-deserved victory, or a harsh lesson learned in defeat. Either way, scars are a badge to be worn proudly. My magical blessing of healing prevents me from possessing any." This last remark was spoken with a pang of sadness to her voice, Bruce noticed.

It was then that he understood. Diana felt alienated from mortals, and more so from her own people, due to her powers. She didn't look down upon mortals with disdain after all. If anything, Diana viewed herself as the freak, not him. Truly, he had been foolish to expect so much less of her. Bruce's admiration and love for her swelled like a tidal wave. For the second time that night, her assessment that they were birds of a feather was confirmed.

He could only imagine how terrible it must be for her to be exiled from her native culture, living in a world where she was an oddity, where there was little she could find in common with most people. Diana was just as alone as he was.

Bruce shot forward, capturing his lips with hers again. She moaned into his mouth. Their tongues dueled as the heat between them rose, their hands wandering freely once again.

Suddenly, she pulled out of the kiss and moved her attention to his chest once more. She planted her lips on every scar she could find, as if she thought she could eliminate the memory of the pain those scars had caused. His body came alive at her touch, imprints of heat lingering on his skin where she had been. Diana was exceptionally gentle, even circling the bruises she had given him earlier.

Eventually her journey drifted lower and lower, until she could not ignore the obvious tent that was forming in his underclothes. She fixed her gaze on it, clearly interested. Bruce could barely contain his lust, but he held himself in check. He knew that this was a big step for Diana, and he wanted to let her explore him at her own pace.

She glanced up at him, a finger bravely toying with the hem of his underwear. He nodded almost imperceptibly at her in response. She could see the desire in his eyes. Diana deliberately ripped the garment down, causing his member to spring free.

Diana's eyes went wide. She licked her lips slowly without even realizing it. Bruce almost lost control upon seeing her barely contained desire, his member twitching violently.

"Can I touch it?" she asked innocently.

He had to stifle a laugh at her sexual naiveté, not wanting to her to feel embarrassed. "Please," he growled with more desperation than he had intended. Despite the urgency of his need, Bruce was more than a little nervous. He had seen these hands stop a speeding missile and rip solid metal. Even so, the disparity that was before him between her sweet side and her strong will only drove him to new heights of arousal.

Diana sensed his unease and resolved herself to put his fears to rest. She reached out and stroked him softly, causing a spasm of pleasure to wrack his body. Unsure of the meaning of his reaction, she asked "does that feel good?" A worried expression visited her face.

"Yes…" Bruce moaned.

Diana began to stroke him more insistently, eventually curling her hand all the way around him. He drew a deep breath and closed his eyes in response. It had been a long time since had experienced anything close to this with another person, and he had forgotten what it was like.

"It's so long…and warm…and hard," she practically moaned along with him. Her expression belied her fascination as well. Diana instinctively attempted a pumping motion, settling into a powerful rhythm rather quickly. His increasingly deep breaths egged her on, causing her to pump him harder and faster. Diana's thumb teased his head, finding the sensitive spots that brought him the most pleasure.

In almost no time at all, her strong grip was about to make him climax. Molten pleasure was building up inside his groin, threatening to cascade over the point of no return at any time. "Diana…" he grunted, "I'm so close."

She smiled a sweet smile at him that was somehow also devious. "Yeah?" she questioned, her voice lustful. She increased the intensity of her ministrations.

Her eagerness drove him over the edge. Bruce was more attracted to her now than he had ever been to anyone ever before, more into this than he had believed was possible. "Don't stop…please," he said, his mind shutting off. Diana continued the merciless pace, causing him to tip over the edge, muscles spasming as unbearable pleasure shot through his whole body.

Bruce spilled himself into the air, making a mess. Diana twitched a little in surprise, but seemed not to mind. She stroked a few more times, squeezing out every last drop, wanting his pleasure to last as long as possible as she smiled up at him. Eventually, she grabbed a rag from the kit, using it to clean them up.

As Bruce came down from his high, chest heaving, he felt her curl seductively against his side. Diana's head settled comfortably into the crook of his neck. "Was it good?" she whispered against his skin, sending goosebumps racing across his flesh.

"More than you know," he emphatically answered. "Yet…" One of Diana's eyebrows shot up in confusion. "I can show you what it felt like," he provided.

She loved the sound of that, and had a pretty good idea of what he had in mind. "Mmmmm…", she seductively purred. "I like the sound of that."

Bruce hooked her legs with his, discovering that Diana had completely removed her uniform. He could feel the heat emanating from her core on his thigh and had to restrain himself from immediately groping her there and plunging his fingers deep inside.

With a swift motion, Bruce flipped her on her back, placing himself on top. It was his turn to take her pleasure in his hands. They met for another kiss, gasping for air when they pulled away. He immediately began creating a winding path of kisses all over her body. His passion was ignited, wanting to show his love by putting his lips on every part of her.

Tantalizingly slow for them both, he worked his way down her body. She knew where he wanted to go. Diana opened her legs for him. Surprisingly, he didn't go straight where she thought he would. Instead, he began to caress the inside of her thighs, coming closer and closer to her center every time. Bruce teased her, never actually touching the place where they both wanted him to the most. It was wonderful agony.

"Bruce," she breathed. Enough was enough, they were getting bored with this torture. He ran his fingers over her pretty folds, tracing patterns and shapes. Diana quivered slightly, taking in a gasp of air. He glanced up at her in concern. "It's okay," she said, running her fingers slowly through his hair. "That's nice…" she moaned.

Bruce rubbed her folds a little more firmly. Diana was soaking wet at this point, her juices running down her legs and pooling on the gurney below her. He inserted a finger into her. She was like a hot, wet furnace. Her walls were velvety smooth and this fact excited him to no end. He began alternating between fingering her and stroking the inside of her passage. She let out a chain of soft sighs. Bruce began increasing his speed and inserting more fingers, raising the volume of Diana's sighs. Her pleasure began to seriously build when he circled her clitoris with his thumb, teasing her most sensitive spot delicately as his free hand reached up to tweak one of her nipples. Slowly he increased his pressure on Diana's clit, causing her to let out a stream of constant, throaty moans.

Every single nerve in the Amazon's body was ablaze, thrumming with unadulterated pleasure. It was as if they were the strings of some musical instrument, and Bruce was playing her skillfully, building the song of her pleasure into a crescendo. The crescendo reached its peak when Bruce put his head between her legs, sucking firmly on her clit while his fingers curled repeatedly against the roof of her tunnel. Waves of pleasure rocked her entire body, causing her to convulse and quiver violently. She released her grip on him, squeezing the sides of the table instead. She could feel the explosion coming; in under a minute it would be unavoidable.

"Oh goddess, Bruce," Diana said breathlessly between moans, "please…its…oh…so wonderful." Suddenly she tipped over the edge, her back arched, hair a sexy mess, a wordless scream on her lips. She rode the waves of her intense orgasm, practically drowning in the feeling. Thankfully, she didn't have to ride it out alone. Bruce was there for her, steadying Diana with his firm grasp as she shook with pleasure.

Her eyes were closed for a long time, but Bruce was content to just watch her. In fact, he delighted in the act, loving to see her this way. She never looked more beautiful than she did just then, a sweaty, mewling mess.

Diana finally opened her eyes, a slight amount of wetness gracing them. "You're so beautiful when you cum," he told her.

A wide smile graced her features. "Thank you, Bruce. That was…it was awesome. You're even better at that than Artemis."

Bruce's jaw dropped. Diana let out a belly laugh, causing him to join her. "So," he said between chuckles, "that IS what you amazons do on that island of yours."

Diana shrugged her shoulders. "We needed something to bet on our frequent sparing matches. She always lost."

Bruce conjured images of Diana grappling another slightly less gorgeous amazon into submission and sitting on her face, the alpha female. "If you want, we could make the same agreement for our matches." He couldn't help but think that he would be happy to lose to her, in that case.

"Done," she said without hesitation. "Just remember, I'm going to hold you to that." Diana shivered slightly.

"You know; I do have a nice warm bed upstairs. Still want to borrow it?"

"Please."

It took the couple a long time to pull away from the embrace of one another. Eventually, they dressed themselves, stealing glances at each other constantly. This time, Bruce wore normal clothes instead of his costume, Diana still in hers. "Do you want a dress or something?" he asked.

She shook her head. "No thanks. Besides, I don't think I'll be wearing it long," she flirted. "Right?" she followed up, hopeful.

He shook his head. "I don't think so," he flirted back with a smirk. Bruce moved over to her, picking up Diana.

"Hey, what are you doing? You know I can fly us up there, right?" she mock protested.

"Yeah, but this is more fun," Bruce said, his arms supporting her knees and back.

"That's true," Diana answered, nuzzling her head against his chest. Bruce walked them up the stairs and to the bedroom that awaited.