A/N: this one and the next one go together and are a little bit more mature. this one is more sfw than the next one. enjoy!


Bruce pulled the cowl off and dropped it onto a chair - he'd hang it up properly later, but now all he wanted was to get to bed. The holiday season in Gotham wasn't any lighter on crime than any other season. He'd been out - patrolling and getting into altercations - for close to six hours now and the beginning rays of dawn were creeping over the horizon.

He padded through the BatCave, yawning and rubbing a hand over his face. Maybe - just maybe - he was getting too old for these late nights.

Bruce's thoughts drifted to Diana. Her Amazonian heritage kept her fit and resilient - a contrast to his broken, ageing body. He didn't deserve her, but she stayed. The least he could do was spend time with her - something his insistence on late night patrols hindered.

He crept into his bedroom, intending on being as quiet as possible so he wouldn't wake Diana before her alarm. His plans were waylaid in the best possible way when his eyes adjusted to the semi-darkness and he saw Diana lounging back against the pillows.

"Merry Christmas Eve, Bruce," she grinned slyly. Bruce startled a bit - Christmas Eve already? He had lost track of his days.

"Hi," he rasped, still in Batman mode. "Thought you'd be asleep."

He's surprised he can even form words - Diana's all bedroom eyes and languid limbs. She pushed the covers down and Bruce's jaw dropped a bit. Christmas definitely came early for him.

"Who can sleep," Diana started to say, crawling down the mattress toward him, "when they are worried about their boyfriend?"

She stopped at the foot of the bed and leaned up on her knees, giving Bruce a better look at the lacy red bra and panty set she was wearing. His hands reach out involuntarily to rest on her waist.

"Worried?" his voice is low, husky for non-Batman related reasons.

"Always," Diana replied, looping her arms easily around Bruce's neck. She leaned into him, pressing a delicate kiss to the corner of his mouth. Bruce's hand tightened on her skin, the lace catching on the rough skin of his palms.

"I'm here now," he murmured.

"You are," Diana agreed. "And it is officially a holiday. It is time for Batman to take a vacation."

"Yeah?" Bruce asked, dipping his head to kiss the junction of Diana's neck and shoulder. "Is Wonder Woman taking a break too?" he mumbled against her skin, peppering soft kisses in between words.

Diana tilted her head to the side, giving Bruce better access. "Mhm," she hummed, "it is the holiday season. Leave the crime for a few days. Commissioner Gordon and the GCPD can handle it."

Her voice, soft and commanding all at once, sent a shiver down Bruce's spine. His fingers slid below the band on Diana's underwear and brushed against her skin. Diana pressed a kiss to the underside of Bruce's jaw, teeth scraping against the stubble.

"Come," she commanded. "The only thing you are going to handle the next few days is me."

Bruce grinned and pulled Diana close before kissing her deeply. "I think I can manage that," he growled.