She finally cought up to him. Now she would find out. It had been a wonderful four months full of nothing but joy and happiness. Four months that they had been together. But lately Bruce had been cranky, and moody, and frustrated. But he wouldn't tell her why. Sometimes he would inconspicuously change the subject and sometimes he'd bluntly just tell her he wasn't going to tell her and that she should drop the subject. This time he wouldn't get away with it. He was going to tell her the truth even if she had to lasso him, tie him up and interogate him.

'Hmmm... I should remember that for later. Might just be fun' Diana grinned as she stoped remembering for a moment to memorize a new game for her and Bruce.

She found him in the study, going through the pages of a very thick book, but being as frustrated as he was, he was almost tearing the pages from the book.

„Bruce Wayne!" she yelled his name in an authoritarian voice.

He noticed it. He noticed the unfaltering tone, and as he turned his gaze upon her the determination in her eyes. Whatever she wanted from him now, she would be getting it, one way or another. It was obviously not something trivial, as she had him wraped around her finger when it came to anything but something really big, as much as he hated to admit it, not out loud of course. So it was something big, and that Lasso of Truth she had on her meant she wanted the truth. But about what? He never lied to her about anything. That meant it was something he didn't tell her at all. But the only thing he didn't tell her was... Oh, damn it.

„What is it, Princess?" he at least tried to feign ignorance. To no effect, unfortunately.

„Don't play dumb with me, Bruce Wayne. I know you've deduced by now what I'm here for and that I'm not going without it!"

He tried one of his glares. It didn't work. She just countered his glare with her own. She learned a bit more from him than he wanted her to learn. Still, he wasn't going to back down. Continuing their glaring, he said: „You don't want to hear it" narrowing his eyes slightly more to emphasize his statement.

How he kept his glare she couldn't understand. Her eyes were starting to hurt, but she didn't want to back down. So with a continued glare, she stated: „I wouldn't be here if I didn't want to hear it" , then turning her gaze away from him and to the lasso so she could relax her eyes before she took the lasso in her hand and returned to glare at him. „Now, it's your choice, dear" she added a spiteful tone to her words. „You can either tell me yourself," she paused for effect and brought up her fist holding the lasso, „or I can make you tell me."

He realized why she turned her gaze away. He knew she didn't need to look at the lasso to find it. He knew she couldn't hold the glare. It gave him a little bit of joy and a lot of pride in her attempt at deception. It'd probably have worked on anyone but him. Still a bit struck by her defiant nature, which he grew to love, as much as the rest of her, he tried to turn things around. „Because I'm frustrated."

„No. You're acting frustrated. Thats the consequence, not the cause. Tell me the cause of your frustrated behaviour, Bruce" she wouldn't let him turn it around.

Finally he told her, justifying that he wasnt submiting to her but rewarding her for her effort, as little as even he himself beleived in it. He looked to the right and clenched his teeth. He couldn't beleive what he was about to say.

„It's called sexual frustration" he growled it through his clenched teeth.

„What? All of this has been because you haven't had sex?" she asked, not able to beleive that that is the cause of his demeanor.

„It has been a while, Princess."

Hmph. Men.

„When was the last time you've had sex, Bruce?" she asked, obviously unimpressed with his reason for being so difficult lately.

„About a month before we started dating."

„So that would be about..."

„5 months, 1 week, 3 days and 15 hours!!" he exclaimed dryly, before she could sum it up herself and leaving her watching him with eyes wide open in disbeleif.

After shaking her disbeleif of, she couldn't help herself. She had to ask: „15 hours? You counted the hours too?!"

„The first month you count the weeks, the secnod the days as well and eventually you go down to hours."

„So what now? Am I supposed to sleep with you to 'cure' your problem?" she asked, now frustrated as well.

„No. We're not going to have sex until you're ready. I'm not going to rush you into anything."

„And what about your 'problem'?" she asked, the frustration in her voice almost unrecongnisable.

„I'll handle it. I just need to not think about it. Somehow" he replied, his frustration still clear as daylight.

„Maybe i can help you with that" she said in a teasing voice and with a flirtatious look that didn't help his 'condition' that much. She came up to him, huged him real tigh and kissed him very passionately. Continuing her teasing: „Did that help?"

„Not really. You'll have to try harder." He accepted the game, and they ended up on the floor kissing passionately for quite a while.

That marked the first of many, many times Diana would tease Bruce over the next two months. Even Diana thought at times that she was being rather cruel. But his face was priceless when she would work him up only to remind him that she wasn't ready yet. At least he got used to it quickly and didn't get angry but told her to at least get back to the kissing and made her do just that.

How in the name of the Gods he managed to endure that for two months, i will never understand. And when we finally did have our first time...And just as she started remembering that wonderful night, someone knocked at her door.