Author's note: It's 1:30 in the morning, and I'm running almost purely on Sunkist, so please don't expect perfection here. Although it would be nice if somebody could help keep an eye out for typos.

When Bruce returned home he was in a state of shock. He couldn't believe what had just happened- he had come too close to giving in. He knew that he had to resist Diana, for his sake as well as hers. But it was so hard... He wondered if his Iron will would be enough. Finally, he gathered the courage to open the roof of the Batmobile. Alfred looked at him, and immediately rushed over upon seeing Bruce's chalk-white face. "Master Bruce, are you injured?" "No... I'm okay. I'm just a bit rattled." "Please tell me what happened sir. You don't look at all well," Alfred said, with concern still apparent in his voice.

"... It's Diana. I can't fight it, Alfred. I need it... But I know I can't have it... Please help me Alfred... I need you tell me that I can do it. I need you to help me do what needs to be done to keep Batman's legacy alive."

Alfred took a deep breath, not liking the position that he was in at all. "Mater Bruce... Several years before your parents passed, your father asked me to take care of you as best I could if he were to meet an untimely end. To this day, I have lived out my promise, and done my very best to do what was right for you. And I have no intention of stopping now. I promised to do what was right for you, and I shall continue to do so, regardless of the effect that it has on Batman. No you'd best be getting to bed now; I know that you have the day off tomorrow, but it's late already and you need every bit of sleep that you can get. Now up you go." He finished, pointing at the stairs.

Wonder Woman returned to the Watchtower, feeling slightly defeated. Not that she had expected much more. She sincerely wished that she could just use her magic lasso to force him to reveal his feelings; but that would only foster resentment. But she wouldn't lose hope; she knew that a true warrior would never surrender. She would simply have to devise a new tactic. That's when it hit her; if Batman's defenses were too strong, then she would have to try attacking his other half. She smiled to herself, and began to head towards The Flash's resting quarters.

Once she reached her destination, she softly knocked on the door. "Wally, are you in there?"

"Yeah, be right-" the door opened "-there. Whaddaya need, Diana?" "I'd like some help making... a secret identity." Flash looked at her suspiciously. "Why would you need a secret identity?" "I have my reasons." "Whatever you say, princess..." "Well... are you going to help me?"

The Flash's face snapped into an excited grin. "Of course! So... The first thing you need is a kickass name... I'm thinking something like Diana Thunder, or Megan Booster! I guess you can't just use Princess Diana... That would be too obvious, and besides people would keep confusing you with that other chick..." Diana gave him an odd look. "Right... Maybe I should go talk to Clark about this..." "No, I'm sorry, I'm just a bit excited because people don't ask me for help on stuff like this all that often..." "It's fine, Wally. But I can work out a name later. What else do I need?" "Well... J'onn could probably whip up some papers for you if you ask him real nice... And I guess you'd need some sort of disguise... That part could be tough, since the whole world knows your face pretty well... Hmm... But I may have some ideas..." He dashed up to her, and stood behind her. Before she knew what was going on, he had her hair tied in a tight bun. "Hold on a sec..." He disappeared for all of thirty seconds, and returned holding a pair of glasses. "Try these on!" She did so, and then looked in the mirror. "Perfect." She muttered to herself. "Thanks, Wally." "Anytime, toots." Diana headed back to her room to rest. She would have a busy day tomorrow.

Bruce awakened from a sound sleep around midday, feeling truly well-rested for what felt like the first time in years. He looked forward to the the next twenty-four hours- he had no meetings, and no Justice League duty. He decided that he would take the night off too- it seemed from his run-ins with Garfield Lynns and Wonder Woman that Batman was causing more problems than he was solving lately.

He got up and got dressed. He decided that he would spent part of the day reading until he found something better to do. However, he barely read through a quarter of The Great Gatsby before he was interrupted by a call from Alfred.

"Master, Bruce, I would seem that you have a visitor... A Ms. Diane Prince, I believe?" Bruce furrowed his brow before going to greet his guest. "She wouldn't..."

He got up to greet his guest; she was a pretty young woman, with thick black hair tied in a loose ponytail. He greeted her cordially; "Hello, I'm Bruce Wayne. Is there something I can do for you?" He asked, looking at her expectantly?"

She began to reply; "Well, as a matter of fact-" Bruce cut her off. "Why don't we discuss this inside?" He said politely, gesturing towards the inside of his home. He allowed her to enter first, and then followed her, closing the door lightly behind him.

The moment the door closed, Bruce lowered his voice to an angry hiss. "What the HELL do you think you're doing? You're going to blow my cover!" "Relax, Bruce. I've got it all worked out. I told J'onn I was taking up a secret identity, and he built up a backstory for me. Diane Prince is an artist who struck gold and retired early; after she retired, she invested her money well, and now she's living the easy life. She leaned in, close to Bruce's ear; "She's a real party girl."

"Fine... but don't you think that people will be suspicious when people realize that none of your art exists and nobody's heard of you?"

Diana laughed. "J'onn thought of that. He planted a story and some artwork throughout the community, and no self-respecting art enthusiast will ever admit to not having heard of a famous artist, even if they haven't."

"Well congratulations... What do want with me?" "I heard you had the day off... I thought we could hit the town, and maybe have a bit of fun, for once. J'onn told me that you weren't on League duty tonight, and I know you're a night-owl any, so I figured that maybe we could meet up some time tonight?" "It's a nice thought, but the Batman doesn't take breaks."

"Funny, that's not what I heard." Diana laughed and pointed at the sky. 'Damn telepath' Bruce thought to himself. 'You're welcome.' Replied, J'onn through his mind.

Bruce knew when he was backed into a corner. "Fine... Be here at ten. Sharp."

"You know it!" With a wink, Diana opened the door and passed through leaving Bruce alone in the room. Having heard the conversation from the next room over, Alfred entered and Gave Bruce a proud look.

"Well, Master Bruce... It would seem that you have an opportunity to, *ahem,* as they say, 'tap that.'

Author's note: I'd like to stop and take a minute to stop and thank all of you who are bothering to read this, you have no idea how much it means to me. It really makes me happy to see that people are enjoying this story. Particularly chapter 4, which somehow has more visitors and hits than chapter 3. Go figure. But anyway, it's only been a couple hours, since I posted the first chapter, and I've already had about ninety visitors to the story. I had no idea that so many people would enjoy reading the story, and I'll continue to do the best I can to keep satisfying. You guys are the best. The new chapter should be up sometime soon, so keep an eye out for it sometime tomorrow. Like I said you guys rule.