Flash is the first one to move, his weary feet stumbling forward. "Bats? ...is that- really you?"
"Yes, Wally. It's me."
There is another instant where the initial shock still persists - and then the Leaguers reattach their jaws and immediately close the gap between them, some - Flash, Superman, even J'onn - hugging him.
"You're alive!" Superman cried enthusiastically.
Batman just nods in affirmation, but even he can't hide a small smile at the outpouring of his friends' emotions.
"A new suit? Is that how you survived those lightning blasts?" John asks.
"Yeah. The outer layer is made of a conductive metal alloy, so it acts like a Faraday cage" Batman explains as he scans their faces. The sheer joy in the eyes of his friends is a welcome sight, but something is amiss.
Someone is missing. Someone important. His wife is standing still, apparently in shock, away from the group. It isn't hard to see the tears that track down her cheeks even as she stares at him. The other Leaguers notice and move to back away - only to hear the sounds of another group of robots marching toward them.
Shayera charges her mace, expression set. "We'll take care of this."
She and the others charge at the robots, leaving the couple alone. Batman approaches Wonder Woman carefully, stopping about 30 cm from her. "It's me, Diana."
She still doesn't move. Doesn't speak.
"Princess?"
Still she stares.
Batman places his hand on her right shoulder, preparing to say something once more. At the solidity of his touch, she flinched, drawing in a deep, shuddering breath. In the space of barely a moment she collapses on his shoulder, her arms wrapped around his neck, sobbing passionately now. Batman envelopes her in his cape, holding his wife as close to himself as he possibly could. Her tears keep wetting his cape, while his cheek enjoys the feeling of her hair. They both curse their armours for a moment, wanting to truly feel one another, with no barriers between their bodies. Even so, it felt wonderful to have the other in their hands.
She speaks, finally, voice still choked with the grief she doesn't know what to do with now. "I thought you were..."
"I was."
A stifled sob shakes her. Even with him in her arms and her in his, the concept is still too real. "When did...?"
"Not two hours ago."
"H-how?"
"I don't know. Magic, maybe."
When they finally release one another, he puts his hand on her cheek and wipes away the one remaining tear. Her blue eyes, slightly red due to the tears, are as enchanting as ever. They never fail to make him lose himself in them for as much time as he can. She wants to see his eyes as well. She doesn't want to have to imagine what he looks like behind that cowl. The smile that his mouth forms tells her he is looking into her eyes. It also confirms to her once more, that this is her Bruce. Few things are as beautiful in her eyes as that smile.
"Shall we join the fight?" Batman asks offering her his short sword, bringing them both back into the present.
"Won't you need it?" she replies, taking the black blade.
"I've got a few replacements," he answers, activating something on his gauntlets and the pointy ends of his gauntlets on his elbows extend into 55 centimeter long blades.
"Alright then, let's finish this. I want us to go home" Diana tells her husband, determination burning in her eyes. He replies by motioning her to take point.
As she flies off into the fray with her new weapon, Batman coughs a cough he's been holding in for the last 2 minutes, a cough accompanied with blood. He wipes the blood off his palm, spits out the remaining blood from his mouth, reattaches his mouth guard and charges after his wife.
A/N: So, how many of you think they should have kissed in this chapter? ;)
