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Chapter Seven

The meeting ended after that with renewed spirits for most of the table; the relief at the table was almost tangible as they embraced Diana and offered well wishes, encouraging her to stay strong. She didn't need the encouragement, she was strong with or without it, but Bruce could see the way her eyes lightened with each word and managed to contain his annoyance at the delay of returning to Gotham.

They lingered in the room, knowing that this would possibly be the last time they stood together like old times until the meeting next month, but there was more to it than that; Bruce could see that while they relieved Diana, her mere presence after knowing that she could have died eased them too. It was easy to think that, even in their line of work, that they would live forever with their strength, especially those in the group that were considered among the strongest, and he figured this was an eye opening experience for them. Another reason for him delaying.

Wally and Shayera talked to Diana, but while they demanded that she explain exactly how he acted in an effort to ensure that Bruce had been treating her like a gentleman, he tuned them out, thinking about the other reason for his want to be in Gotham. Even after looking into Robin's patrols from the past few nights and Oracle's wealth of information, he was no closer to figuring the Joker out. Bruce didn't think the man could get more irritating, but fate loved to prove him wrong.

"How are things in Gotham, Bruce?" Clark asked, interrupting his brief fantasy of locking Joker in a cell and forgetting where he put the key.

"Fine," he answered curtly.

"You sure you don't need any help? I know you don't like metas in Gotham, but we have non-powered heroes that would be happy to cover for you and I'm sure we could come up with a good excuse why," he suggested.

"Robin has it covered and backup is arranged if required," he replied, not wanting to delve into the weekly argument of whether the league interfering in Gotham would help when Bruce knew it wouldn't.

Clark realized this and nodded reluctantly. "If you say so. Anyway, I'm going now; I'll be chewed out if I'm late."

"Got a project due for the Daily Planet?" asked Bruce.

He shook his head and, with a boyish grin, began to leave the room, offering a response over his shoulder. "Actually, I have a date with Lois." The door hissed closed behind him.

"Finally," muttered Diana, approaching him with a smile. "I thought he would never actually ask her after he revealed his identity. Just another pair to handle and the tension in here will be an all time low." Her eyes flickered to Shayera and John, in the middle of them squabbling about something Bruce had ignored.

"Matchmaking, Princess?"

"No, just pushing them to answer a question that's been coming for a long time," she replied, shrugging and looking away from him. "Is there anything you need to do or shall we go? We'll have time to talk with Tim and Alfred before dinner."

"I was under the impression-" he started quietly, eyeing Shayera and John before gesturing that they leave the room, starting towards the transporter. At the way their argument was going, he imagined Diana would be getting her wish for them to sort things out sooner than she anticipated. "-that you wanted to avoid Tim."

She didn't need to confess, her cheeks heating up did the trick. "Why do you think that?" Diana questioned calmly, but voice too low to pull it off.

"Lucky guess."

"You don't guess," she accused.

"Call it a hypothesis then. I know that you've been plotting, but couldn't come up with anything so you asked Wally and Shayera."

She smirked, "So you're eavesdropping."

A rookie hero nearly dropped his drink, recognized the look on her face and her company, and disappeared into a doorway that Bruce knew lead to a closet. He didn't smirk, but his lips twitched with the effort not to and Diana, spotting this, dropped her smirk with confusion. "Maybe," he replied. "But their idea was interesting. Were you going to tell me or just spring it on me and hope for the best?"

She had the decency to blush again, but probably realizing that it was the second time in so many minutes of doing so that she pushed it away with a frown. "Not sure, if I chose the first one, you would argue. If I chose the second, you would be mad."

"Do you know what you're asking for?"

"To get the full attention of the billionaire playboy and pretending to be somebody I'm not all for getting revenge against a teenager who unknowingly slighted me and would probably apologize if I just told him upfront who I am?" She ticked off the points with her fingers, pausing for a long while to think. "I don't know, but… I think I could use a good laugh and they guaranteed that this would do the trick."

They passed the room that they had talked in with Zatanna earlier and with only a quick, unnoticable glance to ensure the emptiness of the corridor, he took her elbow, pulling her into the room. Shock silenced her objections, but only until the door hissed closed and she expressed her ire in a heated glare. "What-?"

He locked up the room before she finished and then turned to face her. "I think we should talk."

Diana laughed bitterly. He didn't think that was the type of laughing she meant. "I don't have to guess what, do I?"

How ironic… he's the one…. to talk. He grimaced inwardly at the flash of thoughts that drifted to him. "I think it's fairly obvious. Are you… okay?" Bruce sat, relieved when she hesitated before sitting too.

"Do you mean do I feel any different now that I know more of what's happening?"

He didn't respond and she took that as confirmation.

"No, I don't," she replied simply, composed and nearly unreadable. He tried not to read too much into it or how the roles were reversed for once, with him doing the pursuing and her doing the avoiding. Diana sighed, face falling. "Bruce, let's not."

"We can't ignore it."

She shook her head, exasperated, mouth opening with a scathing retort that Bruce straightened in preparation for when she stopped, eyes taking on a different, more thoughtful light. Turning in her seat to face him fully, his eyes suddenly noting the openness of her body language, she smiled, "If you help me with Tim, I'll answer any questions you have in a… one hour period," she supplied, leaning on her palm.

His automatic response was to reject her and the no was half formed on his lips before he considered otherwise. Diana was a being of emotion, who didn't wrestle to control them in the way Bruce did, and wouldn't hide her emotions for long, he would easily be able to detect what she felt about this without having to do anything extra. But how long would that take, both for her to reach the end of her stoicism and for him to decipher what they meant?

On the other hand, it wouldn't require much of anything for him to put on the fop facade and trick Tim into thinking that Diana was actually just another woman to further Bruce Wayne's playboy persona. But that came with problems too, namely the fact that Diana could easily end the playboy persona and how his arguments against them were growing quieter and quieter. Did he really want to add fuel to the flames, particularly ones that flared on their own?

Then again, Tim's face… He did need to get back at him for scratching the batcycle, even if the repair job took Bruce a total of five seconds to fix; he also could use some new blackmail considering everything else was out of date. Maybe it wasn't such a bad proposition. No, bad and difficult weren't the problem; it was just dangerous.

Diana waited patiently while he mulled it over, but he didn't need a bond to tell her shoulders tensed the longer he didn't say a word, worried about what he would say in response. After all, Batman was supposed to be a workaholic to the supreme; he wasn't supposed to indulge in things like getting back at evil (though well intentioned) teenagers.

Her embarrassment rose with his silence. He cut it off before she could verbalize it, smirking as he spoke, "Deal."


A flash of light announced their arrival in the cave once more. He could hear Diana holding her breath, fearful of Tim noticing and blowing the whole thing before they even started, releasing it only when the response to their arrival was the bats twitching at their arrival.

"We'll need to tell Alfred," Diana said to him, going down the steps to the main area of the cave.

"About being back or about the plan?"

"He has super hearing of sorts, I'm sure he knows that we're here already. So the second one."

"Funny, I thought so too," he mused, going into the changing room to get out of his uniform and into the sweats and t-shirt combo he had worn earlier, deciding to shower up in his room and prepare up there.

When he came back, she was already dressed in a pale yellow sundress, examining her ankle critically for any lingering marks from her battle with Killer Croc days prior, looking up when she heard his footsteps and offering him a dazzling smile. She straightened up, "So how am I supposed to arrive without Tim knowing?"

"I'll get Alfred and tell him the plan first, he'll find a way to keep Tim busy so we can get you upstairs to get ready and then outside to make it look like you just arrived," he explained. Then rolled his eyes as a thought occurred to him. "Shouldn't you be telling me what to do? I'm just an accomplice."

"You would change my plans to suit your needs anyway," she accused. "Just saving myself the time and effort."

"What would you do without me?" He muttered under his breath, forgetting she had hearing as acute as Alfred.

Her grin widened, a mark of her good mood. "Probably the same thing with a different billionaire."

"Oliver, huh?" He commented, mentally preparing a list of questions for later use. He went to the computer, pulling up security for the manor where he saw live footage of every hallway and main room. Diana looked around him, laughing as she spotted Tim watching a movie on the couch, his hair disheveled from his position.

"I thought he would be doing something, generally you guys are always doing something, I'm not even sure if you have hobbies," she remarked curiously.

He wanted to argue that he had hobbies in between his double life, never mind actually naming them off, when she pointed at the screen. Alfred entered the study purposely, opening the clock entrance and disappearing from the camera's view. Inside the cave, Bruce tilted his head to hear anything that would announce his presence, for once being able to catch the butler coming down the stairs, but not even a scuff of his polished shoes betrayed him.

He put the computer to sleep just as the butler came into view, unsurprised to see the two of standing there, his hands folded behind his back. "You're back early," Alfred noted calmly, his eyes flickering between the two of them. "Judging by the lack of tender goodbyes, I can assume that things didn't go to plan, Sir, Miss?"

Bruce rolled his eyes while Diana smiled fondly, albeit uncomfortably with the reminder of what they learned at the meeting. "Not quite, but we'll be working on it, I guess I'll be encroaching on your hospitality for a little while longer," Diana replied, smiling.

"You're always welcome here," Bruce responded exasperatedly, ignoring the flood of warmth through the bond at his words. He looked at Alfred, whose surprise vanished behind his own mask; he narrowed his eyes. "Diana has decided to be Bruce Wayne's date tonight, we'll need to make the preparations for that."

Alfred unflappable attitude failed him then, his eyebrows rising though his face stayed blank. "Is there an event that you've decided to attend, Sir?"

"No, just dinner tonight," he replied, smirking at Alfred's confusion. The butler couldn't hide it from him. Bruce continued, "It seems Tim here hasn't realized that we have a guest or that said guest is Wonder Woman."

"When you say Bruce Wayne, do you mean-?"

"I mean the idiot," Bruce responded boredly, eyeing Diana who had so far remained quiet. "Princess, do you want me to do the honors of explaining or shall I?"

Annoyed, she replied briskly. "I can speak for myself, thank you. Tim sent me out to… what did you call it, Bruce, the fountain? The fountain when I first met him, he seemed to think I was one of Bruce Wayne's…. friends," she stumbled over the world, unsure of how to explain the women he used. "So, I thought, why not make him think I'm exactly that? Make him uncomfortable, make him think the worst, then tell him the truth and see how he reacts."

"It's rather uncharacteristic of her, I know, if I didn't hear her get the plan from Flash and Hawkgirl, I would have accused her of being somebody else," Bruce mused to Alfred calmly. "It's just a little payback, no harm done. I just wanted to warn you, treat this as if it was somebody else."

"Shall I be coming up with an excuse for you to leave before dessert too?" Alfred asked, composing himself once more, a glint to his eyes that Bruce didn't enjoy.

Diana answered for him, "No, he won't, he'll have to suffer through our company the entire evening unless there's an actual emergency."

Alfred actually smiled, ignoring Bruce's glare. "Perfect, Miss. Diana, I shall continue dinner and enlist Master Tim to help while you guys prepare yourself. I might encourage you to take a minute to compose yourself and change, I don't believe Bruce Wayne would dress like that when meeting a date, especially one he favors enough to introduce to his ward," he cast a critical eye over Bruce's clothes, who shrugged in response. "Come up in five minutes."

While Alfred disappeared back upstairs, muttering under his breath about children and their games, Bruce smirked at her. "It's too late to back out now, you know that, right?"

"Amazons aren't cowards," she stepped closer to him, hand resting on his chest. Bruce wished he was wearing something other than this thin cotton shirt, something thicker to ward off the jolt at her contact, doing his best to remain impassive. "It's too late for you to back out now because I'll be very displeased if you leave, but I think Alfred will be more so. You probably shouldn't have told me that Alfred was Bruce Wayne's weakness."

"Ah, here I was afraid that Batman's enemies would be the ones using my loved ones against me, I should have known it would be his allies that took advantage." Her fingers caressed his chest, where he knew his emblem would be, and he narrowed his eyes. "I have the feeling you're up to something else, Princess."

"Is revenge against Tim not enough?"

"You've never been one for revenge and generally not like this; it's rather underhanded for someone who is supposed to embody truth," he pointed out critically.

"True." She caught the look in his eye and groaned, dropping her forehead down on her hand. "This has nothing to do with our bond and you aren't allowed to ask about that until after dinner, remember?"

He argued goodnaturedly, "You didn't specify when the hour started, Princess."

She lifted her head, tapping his chest. "Okay, I'm specifying now: after dinner."

Bruce nodded, sighing. So much for that effort, he hadn't really discovered anything he didn't already know. He glanced towards the stair, "I think we've been down here enough time for Alfred to get Tim doing something else, let's go." He moved her hand from his chest and tucked it in his arm, leading her away.

She tightened her grip, keeping stride with him even with his masterful movement up the stairs. "How fancy of a dinner did this turn into?"

"Knowing Alfred?" And knowing that the hurried way the butler had left the cave, he added with a grimace. "It's probably turned into an actual introduction of Bruce Wayne's date to his family. I imagine it'll be casual enough that you could wear a regular dress. Stick with a color other than red or blue though."

"Because of my armor?" She said knowingly. He did his best not to look down at her, knowing the angle would offer him a rather tantalizing gaze at her assets and he preferred not to be punched in the face while walking on the stairs. "I'll find something that works then. I'll go out the window and meet you at the front door in about forty minutes?"

Entering the study, he released her hand, nodding. "Alright, just ring the doorbell and I'll come get you."

"Doesn't Alfred normally handle that?"

"Generally, but I think Alfred is preoccupied with his plan."

"His plan?" She arched a brow, pausing in the doorway.

"I think he's up to something, he took this rather well, he was supposed to dissuade you from this choice," he said without thinking.

Diana glared at him and he winced. "Were you trying to get out of our deal?"

He couldn't think of an adequate response so he shrugged. "No, but I was hoping Alfred would manipulate it in my favor more."

She stared at him silently, blue eyes seeming to drill into his and though Bruce was the best at winning stare downs, he had the urge to shift his weight away from the look. Then, they softened a degree, a flash of embarrassment through the bond that she managed to keep off her face and her voice as she asked, "Do you think this is stupid?"

"Dangerous," he corrected, "And maybe a little stupid, but not in the way you might be thinking."

"Good because I want to enjoy this, it'll be fun when we get to tell him the truth," she said, retreating from the room with a sigh that told him she was thinking of some other advantage to this.

Rather than stand around and think about it, Bruce elected to head up to his room once her footsteps faded, walking into the bedroom and kicking the door closed behind him. He rummaged through his closet absently, deciding on a pair of black slacks, a white button up shirt, and a silk, dark blue tie then into the bathroom for a shower and shave.

It took a moment for him to realize he was actually looking forward to this. While he didn't want to play the fop anymore than he had to, he just thought of Tim's face when the truth came out and his mindset on the whole thing increased dramatically. He would get to hold Diana too, but he tried to pretend that wasn't the reason his hands were shaking as he finished up and began to change.

"When did I get terrible at lying to myself?" He asked aloud, fixing the strangle hold his tie had on his throat, glaring at his reflection. He was acting like this was an actual date with the woman he- But it wasn't and he needed to stop thinking of it as a date with Diana, a beautiful Amazon that he didn't have feelings for, and start thinking of it as a date with Diana, another rich socialite he didn't have feeling for.

Which reminded him that they needed a backstory if Tim asked any questions and he would if Bruce knew anything about him. At least that was a problem that he could handle though, he could focus on that while he wasted - he attached a silver watch to wrist, frowning at the time - twenty minutes.


"Diana! You look ravishing this evening!" Bruce said brightly, all smiles, jaw drops, and leers at her figure. For her sake, he kept it minimal, enough to fool TIm, but not enough for her to punch his teeth in when she caught him looking at her breast. At least that he could blame on the playboy, but he couldn't deny that her thigh high lilac dress did wonders to the curve of her hips and the swell of her breasts made provoked a real reaction.

He was the goddamn Batman, he was not supposed to have this issue of tearing his gaze away the moment he opened the door, his preplanned words nearly fumbling on his lips. It was her blush and then smirk at his scrutinizing gaze that knocked him into action as he held the door open wider for her.

"Thank you," she said lightly, looking him up and down in an eerily similar way to all the women he normally dated. He couldn't help but to impressed by the act. "You look handsome yourself." Diana entered the manor, peeking around him for a sign of anybody else in the house and offering him a bright, real smile when they both heard Tim telling Alfred that he wondered who it was tonight.

"So," he said, lowering his voice. "Our history, if he asks, is that we met in Paris where you were promoting a book."

She stared blankly. "A book?"

"Diana Prince is a writer from Greece who went to an event in Paris with some friends and unfortunately caught the press' attention. What kind of gentleman would just leave her to be bombarded with all those questions?" He asked seriously, though it was ruined by his lips twitching.

"Did I happen to fight off a group of people trying to steal a princess while you snacked on gross finger foods?" She asked, her amused voice low to prevent curious ears from hearing. Thankfully, Tim was still talking to Alfred, complaining about being dressed up for this and couldn't be bothered with what they were doing or talking about that prevented them from saying hello immediately.

He replied with a smirk. "I knew you had it under control, why waste the effort?"

"I ruined my dress for that," she informed him.

"I'll buy you another one," he said dismissively. Then, louder, "So after this witch attacked the girl, what happened?"

"Spoilers, Bruce, I can't just tell you the ending anymore than I have," she replied swiftly, getting a grin in response as he offered her his arm, escorting her to the sitting room where Tim was waiting. "I want you to be surprised by the ending."

"I don't like surprises," Bruce laughed, pushing open the door. "Well, unless they are pleasant and a bit more… Oh, damn, can't say that in front of him… Hello, Tim, I've got somebody you'd like to meet. I think you guys have met already?" He tried not to laugh when Tim gapped between the two of them, clearly remembering who she was.

Diana smiled fixedly, staring hard. Maybe her eyes were capable of looking at someone's soul if Tim's shiver was anything to go by and he nearly tugged on Diana's arm, because looking into people and seeing the real them was a Wonder Woman thing to do, when she dropped her gaze, a fake smile on her face but real amusement shining in her eyes. "Hello again, Tim, I'm grateful to see you again. I hope your emergency worked out without too many difficulties? You were gone a long time, I almost thought you ditched me."

Tim paled. "O-oh? Yes, everything worked out, thank you. Is that Alfred calling me? I better-" He lied, edging his way to the door.

"No, no, you stay here and keep my friend company while I check on things. You can do that for me, right, Tim?" Bruce asked, smirking as they both shot him confused looks. When Tim nodded jerkily, he lifted Diana's hand, gently kissing it; they both didn't miss Tim's uncomfortable shifting and they both smiled. "I'll be back soon." He dropped it and left the room swiftly, waiting until he was far enough away from both of their ears to finally laugh, leaning against the wall and giving him that moment before pushing off to leave.

He entered the kitchen, nearly salivating at the smell wafting to his nose, reminding him of Alfred's master skill. "For only having about an hour to prepare, you've done a lot," he remarked as Alfred bustled around, preparing at least three things at one time.

"Master Bruce, you're supposed to be entertaining your date," he said sternly.

"Bruce Wayne tends to hold the conversation when he's in a room and I'm just giving her the chance to make him uncomfortable without my help. After all, she's the one who wanted this," he replied simply.

Alfred sniffed at a dish of something that Bruce didn't immediately recognize. "Yes, but I imagine you had a motive in this too."

"He scratched the batcycle, I had to get back at him somehow." Because his reply was lame enough to even make Alfred pause, he went on to avoid explaining anymore. "Besides, I know you're getting something out of this too."

"And what might that be, Sir?"

Bruce didn't reply immediately. "Something, I'm just not sure what."

"Perhaps I'm just enjoying the opportunity to give everyone a proper meal for once," Alfred offered him, proving more than ever that he had an ulterior motive that Bruce didn't know. His narrowed eyes never moved from him, but Alfred didn't spare him a glance, waving him out of the room. "Go, before Master Tim assumes that you want him to get rid of her for you, I don't think Miss. Diana would enjoy being sent to the fountain a second time."

Reluctantly, he left the room, shooting glances backwards until the door blocked any sight of the kitchen, shaking his head as he made his way back to the sitting room. Maybe this was a bad idea, he hadn't realized that when he dragged Alfred in not only would he be almost enthusiastic about the plan, he would try to manipulate it to-

He froze as soft music drifted into his ear, the kind that he heard at events as an excuse to pull your partner close while you danced; the kind that shouldn't be playing. Alfred, he thought accusingly, shifting from Bruce Wayne's noisy footsteps to Batman's complete silence, edging closer and closer to the room he had abandoned Diana and Tim.

Hearing lilting laughter and nervous chuckles, he hovered in the shadows of the threshold, watching them curiously. Tim had a hand on her waist and the other holding hers gently, trying to follow her movements and ultimately failing; in all the things he had taught his wards, dancing hadn't ever come up.

Tim's face was bright red as he stepped on her toes. Diana pretended to grimace, but he knew it didn't actually hurt. "Sorry."

"Well, you'll get it soon," she said flightly, spotting Bruce in the doorway and relinquishing his hand as the song ended. Tim took a very large step back. "There you are, I thought you were trying to fix me up with your son. He's a little too young for me." She didn't smirk exactly, but the way her eyes twinkled made him think that it was a close thing.

"I think maybe a demonstration is in order, don't you?" He held out a hand.

"My toes might be able to handle someone with a slimmer stature, but I imagine they'll be crushed if you have two left feet, Bruce," she chided, her slim fingers slipping into his hand anyway as he tugged her closer to him, far more so than she had pulled Tim, drinking in the bright smile that appeared in response.

He tightened his grip playfully before assuming the right position, one hand resting on her waist and the other taking her hand, beginning to sway gently. "I assure you that Tim's skills in no way reflect my own." He chuckled at Tim's grumbling. "But, of course, you know this already."

"You are a man of surprises, I wouldn't be surprised if you were faking it," she mused, tilting her chin up to look him in the eye rather than at his nose.

Bruce laughed and Tim stared. "No, I'm quite confident in my dancing ability."

She hummed under her breath, her hand moving from his to join the other around his neck. His heart jumped under his skin at the contact, of her pressing nearly entirely against him, but that was nothing compared to the jolt when her thumb began to caress the back of his neck, a shiver going down his spine. "Your hands are cold," he stated feebly when her eyes didn't drift from his, a knowing glint in them.

"Of course," she allowed, but her smile widened and he knew he wouldn't escape it so easily. She leaned her head on his chest and murmured for only him to hear, "You know, I think he just about fell over when I asked him to dance, I thought that would come up at some point."

"Our training doesn't include how to spin somebody around a dance floor." Silently, they swayed in one spot for a long moment, uncaring of the fact that Tim slipped from the room, content to listen to the other's breathing. Bruce dropped his cheek to her soft hair, inhaling the scent of jasmine, knowing that he probably wouldn't get this chance again, and he wasn't sure which of their emotions or the combination of both made him sad for that fact.

He closed his eyes, puzzling over the rush of delight and dread that hit him as he did so. The fear he could understand; his mind was screaming at him about the fragility of the situation, of the fact they were both stomping on the thin ice and just asking for it to snap.

The happiness took a little longer to recognize.

She shifted, lifting her head to rest in the crook of his neck. Then, he felt it; her heart fluttering as wildly as his, her fingers tracing circles on his neck, brushing against his hair while his own tightened on her waist. It wasn't a declaration of love or a promise of something more, but it was the acknowledgement that this person, her to him and him to her, was important, different than all the other very important people in their life.

It wasn't sacrificing something of themselves for the other and losing sight of their own goals, but the contentment at sharing with them, even with something simple like drawing comfort at their closeness, not needing to say a word. He didn't feel stressed, not about the Joker's plans or Circe's spell, the emotions lingering but ignorable for a brief time, and it hit him that he could learn to enjoy this.

He didn't know why he pushed this away anymore and his brain might have forgotten how to work. There was a reason though. More than one. They sounded redundant and overthought for something so simple though.

The music had long since faded and they had stopped moving instead to just embrace the other. He drew back from her, feeling cold when she was a respectable distance away, her eyes were understanding, even if the bond showed him her sadness and longing, amplifying his own. He could drown in their combined emotions.

"Alfred said dinner's ready," Tim announced, appearing in the doorway with an easy grin, though his eyes flickered between the two of them seriously. Diana didn't look at him or smile for a second, his breath stuck in his throat for just as long, until she managed to twitch her lips and laugh.

"Let's not keep him waiting; I've heard great things about his culinary skills," she said without a trace of breathlessness that Bruce envied. He didn't think he would be able to speak without sounding winded and so he didn't, offering his arm silently as he escorted her from the room. Tim tried to catch his gaze, his eyes seeming to ask what that was about. He ignored it, lost in thought.


A/N: Review please! Expect to see more of Tim next chapter and if you have any requests of something you'd like to see, let me know.