Interlude with a Bat
Author's Note; Okay, some serious stuff. This chapter gets the 'T' rating for the slight adult tone and nature of it. Honestly… not even half as bad as the V.C. Andrews stuff in high schools though. This pushes more of the plot and should make some BM/WW shippers happy (But… it'll also make the BM/CW shippers happy. Tee.hee.)
Cus, dammit, SOMEONE had to have the cahones to do it:D
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If you can't make your mind up So if you really love me
We'll never get started
And I don't wanna' wind up
Being parted, broken hearted
Say yes
But if you don't, dear,
Confess
And please don't tell me
Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps
Perhaps, Perhaps, Perhaps - Cake
Bruce had been sitting at the terminal in his room that was directly linked to both the Bat-cave and the Metro Tower. He'd even been pitching Emails back and forth to at least fifty different doctors and specialists that all came back with the same nerve racking reply;
'Sorry, there's nothing we can do. The damage is permanent.'
The last Email from Ray Palmer read the same; even nanotech wasn't stable enough to repair the damage that was done to Selina's body.
Bruce slammed his fist on the console. There had to be something, dammit!
There was a gentle buzz at his door. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair quickly before he hit the button that allowed entry. The door slid open and a cool breeze blew slightly.
"You haven't called." Diana said calmly, but in a voice tinged with anger.
"I've been busy." He replied and began his search again. He had heard of a doctor in Berlin who had some response in nerve regeneration.
Diana walked to a seat near Bruce and crossed her legs, "Mind telling me what's going on?"
"No." he answered simply. Aware of her gaze on the screen, he turned it off, irritated. He turned around to her with his fingers steepled.
Diana was wearing a tight white top with a blue over-shirt and equally tight jeans that ended in bell-bottoms. Her hair was loose and fell softly on her shoulders, "I've missed you." She said softly to him.
He frowned, "I don't have time for this."
She glared at him and pulled herself up, "I don't have time for this. I thought you could use some company, or just someone to talk to. I was mistaken."
She was halfway to the door before Bruce called to her, "Diana, wait."
She turned to him with her arms folded over her ample chest.
He turned back to the computer and turned everything back on, "What happened to Selina, it was my fault."
Diana frowned and walked back to his side, "I'm sure it wasn't."
Bruce didn't answer, "Daggett did something to her… nerve damage. It won't heal."
"Bruce, I'm sorry." She put a hand on his shoulder and he held it there for a moment. His chair spun and she was in front of him with her hand in his.
Under his breath, "I don't know what to do anymore."
Diana smiled softly at him. He felt responsible for what he did to this Selina person and it was eating at him. Something about it… he wasn't the cold man people always said he was. This was the person she… she had feelings for.
She leaned down and gently placed her lips on his. It was an echo of much more passionate kisses they had shared before, but there was a current underneath she had never felt before.
He was… lost.
She breathed him in deeper and licked his lips before he opened to her. His bottled emotions spilled into that kiss and before she knew it she was pinned on the dark black bed in the back of his bedroom.
Bruce woke up and saw Diana curled in the black silk of his bed and looking… stunning. She was all colors of a goddess in his bed; Her perfect peaches and cream complexion, black silk hair running rampant over the pillows, naturally ruby red lips slightly parted as she slept.
Her body was… beyond perfect. It was every curve and slope a man could ever want.
And she wanted him.
He shook his head and stood up, headed towards the shower. He had research he needed to do.
Diana rolled over and stretched her arm out across the bed. What woke her was the fact that there was only empty space when she reached for Bruce. She sat up and clutched the sheet to her chest and looked around.
Empty.
She looked through the bed sheets for a moment for a note, anything to say where Bruce was.
Nothing.
She was starting to get upset.
She stood up and went to Bruce's shower to find it already half dry. Meaning, he had woken up and showered and left without even leaving a note to where he was going. This wouldn't be a big deal if this wasn't the first time they'd slept together… but it was the first time they'd slept together. The anger started to go up her spine as she turned on the water a bit hotter then what she normally liked but it equally matched her temper at the minute.
When she finished, she called Terrific to see if Batman was on any mission. The reply back stated he'd been on the reserve roster for most of the month.
He wasn't here, he wasn't on the terminal at the center station… if he wasn't at the two places he practically lived at for the last couple of weeks… where the hell was he?
And wherever he was, he was going to wish he'd run farther.
Selina was sleeping. The doctors told him she'd been irritable (more than usual) the last few days and she was trying to get off the pain killers. They switched her medicine to something less addictive and harsh but she'd been having more pain. The more pain she felt, the more questions she asked… And Batman had told them not to give her the answers just yet.
He was sitting at the chair by her bed and seemed to study her with a million questions and thoughts going head over tail in his mind. Each one had the same answer; Nothing anyone could do.
This was his fault.
If he hadn't been working so hard with the Justice League…
If he hadn't left Gotham…
If he had been more aware…
If he knew what she meant to him…
If she knew what she meant to him…
He felt confused sometimes when he hid in his alter-ego; Bruce Wayne. Just like sometimes he was worried when he hid himself in Batman.
Maybe that's why he felt so bad about Harvey… he knew what being split down the middle truly felt like.
By hiding in Bruce, he would loose himself in a playboy persona that, yes, made everything stop for a moment so he could regain his balance, but at what price?
Diana wasn't the type of person who would handle a one-night stand very well… and he was the type who didn't handle long-term relationships well.
He didn't want to see her when she woke up… it would cause too many questions that she didn't want to hear the answers to. Imagining Diana hearing it was only for one night… and that he still wouldn't pursue a relationship with her would break her heart or it would break his back.
Diana was an amazing person. She was beautiful and caring. She was dangerous and cunning. She was both the wonderful compassionate woman men wanted to marry and the curvaceous and seductive woman men cheated with.
Any man would be lucky to have her.
He just wasn't that man.
He sighed, he'd get to that, later. Right now, he didn't have time. It wouldn't be much longer before Selina would snap and demand answers. And right now… he couldn't give those answers to her.
He stood up, looking back at Selina once more before he opened the door and closed it behind him. He felt Diana's presence before he saw her, "We'll go to the room down the hall."
Diana was livid, "Why not right here, Wayne?"
He looked at her sharply with icy blue eyes, "She's asleep. I'd rather not wake her."
The Amazon's eyes narrowed, "Fine. We go. Now."
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