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"Wait, who is Joey again?"
Diana looked up at her roommate, Shayera Hol, and sighed. She had been explaining the unusual day she had shared with Bruce, telling the woman about attending the funeral to the young boy Bruce had been visiting in the hospital for years, paying his medical expenses in hopes he would recover and eventually live like a normal kid. Unfortunately, his cancer had returned unexpectedly and he had taken a turn for the worse, dying a few days after returning home after a three year stay at Gotham Children's Hospital.
"He was a friend of Bruce," Diana explained, choosing to honor Bruce's wishes of keeping his monthly hospital visits between the two of them. He had trusted her and she wasn't going to break that trust, especially now that they had some sort of relationship, however secret and physical it may have been.
"That must have been hard," Shayera said, raising the beer bottle to her mouth and taking a sip of the beverage, before she placed it back on the bar and waved her hand, trying to get J'onn's attention from the other side of the bar.
Diana nodded, finishing off her drink, before she placed her empty bottle next to Shayera's. It had been awkward at first, but she was glad she had been there for Bruce. And after meeting Joey's mother, she was happy to know Joey had impacted so many people. "So," Shayera began, finally gaining J'onn's attention and giving him a small nod, ordering another round of drinks for her and Diana. "What exactly is going on with you and Wayne?"
Diana chuckled and shrugged, thanking J'onn when he placed another drink on the bar in front of her. She had explained that she and Bruce were having fun, but even she had to admit she didn't know where their boundaries were. "Nothing you need to concern yourself with," Diana said with a smirk, grabbing the bottle off the bar and raising it to her lips. "Besides, seems you have an admirer." Diana nodded over Shayera's shoulder to the man who had been staring at the two since they had arrived in the bar half an hour ago.
He sat at a table alone, his dark eyes watching the two women as they had talked. Shayera looked over her shoulder, quickly taking in the man's appearance, before she grinned. "I'll be right back," she said before she hopped off her seat and walked towards the man.
Diana watched as her roommate took a seat across from the man, flashing him a smile, before she began a conversation with him. She watched as Shayera extended her hand to the man, watching as he shook her hand and offered her a smile, before he continued to talk with her.
The two talked for a few minutes, before they both stood and made their way back to Diana and the bar. "Diana," Shayera said, reclaiming her seat next to her roommate, "This is John Stewart." She turned to the man who had occupied the seat next to her and gave him another smirk. "John, this is my roommate, Diana Prince."
John nodded, offering Diana a smile, before he placed his beverage on the bar. "Nice to meet you Diana," he said, before his gaze turned back to Shayera.
Diana gave John a smile and nodded as well. "You as well," she said, taking another sip of her drink. "So, are you from Gotham, or just stopping by?"
John took a sip of his beer, letting the cool liquid refresh his parched throat before he answered. "I'm from Detroit," he said, his eyes never leaving Shayera as she lifted off her seat to place her empty beer bottle behind the bar, her hand immediately finding the full bottle J'onn had given them moments prior. He watched as she took a sip, his eyebrow raising when he noticed her staring at him as her lips turned into a sultry smile.
Diana watched her roommate, her eyebrow raised and a questioning smirk on her face. There was obviously an attraction between the two of them, and from the way Shayera was staring at the man, she was wondering if she would have to spend an extra hour or two with J'onn to give them some privacy. "What brings you to Gotham?" Diana asked, gaining John's attention, forcing him to look away from Shayera and over at the dark haired woman.
"I had a few days of vacation, so I thought I'd come and visit family in the city."
"Oh, what do you do?" Diana asked, her smirk growing when she saw Shayera turn to face her, her eyes filled with annoyance. She wanted to get to know John, but she didn't need Diana grilling him about his past and his intentions.
"I'm a Marine," he answered. He watched as both women nodded before he turned back to Shayera. "What about the both of you?"
Diana, having had enough of John dancing around with niceties and proper etiquette, groaned. "This is Shayera," she said, turning the bar stool so that her roommate faced John. "She's a cop, is incredibly smart, and as you can see, she is beautiful. So if you'd like me to leave, please say the word, but you do not have to be nice for my sake."
Shayera turned in her chair, smacking Diana in the arm, watching as her roommate began to laugh along with John. "Are all women in Gotham so forward?" John asked, scooting closer to the redhead. He watched as Diana nodded and hopped off the bar stool. "But I will take you up on that offer. I'd like to talk to your roommate."
Diana opened her mouth to speak, however a hand on her shoulder forced her attention away from the duo in front of her. She quickly turned to face the owner of the appendage, unconsciously smiling when she saw the man besides her. "Mr. Wayne," she greeted, glancing over to see Shayera and John staring at Bruce. "What are you doing here?"
Bruce looked down at Diana and gave her a small smile. "Ms. Hol," he said, giving Shayera a small nod, who only responded with a nod herself. "Nice to see you again." He glanced behind Shayera and saw John. "Bruce Wayne," he said, offering John a hand. He watched as John stared at him before he tentatively shook his hand, his eyes never leaving Bruce as he squeezed Bruce's hand.
"John Stewart," he said shortly, quickly releasing Bruce's hand and placing it on the bar besides him.
Bruce stared at the man for a moment, deciding to ignore his response, before he turned back to Diana. "I forgot to give you these," he said, handing her the file that was in his hand. "It's for the Metropolis deal next month. I forgot to give it to you earlier today."
Diana nodded, grabbing the file out of Bruce's hand, opening it to flip through the papers inside. "Thank you," she said quietly, "I'll look these over and get back to you." Bruce nodded, staring her in the eye, letting her know just how much he wished he could take her then and there. Diana, knowing what Bruce was thinking, shifted her eyes to the door, watching as Bruce gave a small nod and turned on his heel. Bruce walked to the door, Diana following close behind, stopping when he reached the front door. He turned to face Diana, his eyes momentarily glancing over her shoulder to see Shayera and John still staring at him, whispering between themselves as they watched Diana and Bruce converse by the door.
"Thank you for coming with me today," Bruce said, wanting so desperately to place his hand on Diana's shoulder, but he knew there were eyes on the two of them, watching every one of his movements.
Diana nodded, giving him a smile. "You could have given me this tomorrow," she whispered, watching as his lips curled into a smirk. "I'm beginning to think you want people to see us together."
Bruce chuckled, trying his hardest not to let Diana's smile affect him. "I could kiss you right now. I'm sure that would get people talking."
"You wouldn't dare," Diana whispered, taking a small step back, unsure if Bruce would follow through with his threat.
Bruce raised his hands in surrender and shook his head. "Don't worry, I won't. I don't think I'd be able to stop myself." He gave her a small wink and opened the door. "I'll see you tomorrow Ms. Prince," was all he said before he disappeared behind the door, letting it close behind him.
Diana let out a small sigh, shaking her head slightly, before she turned on her heel and walked towards the bar, joining Shayera and John. She noticed the look on both their faces and raised an eyebrow, confused as to what they were looking at. "What?" she asked, leaning against the bar, cradling her beer bottle in her hand.
"How do you know Bruce Wayne?" John asked, the disgust evident in his voice.
Shayera turned to face her roommate, a large smirk plastered on her face. Diana, ignoring her roommate, answered John's question. "He's my boss," she said, watching as he nodded before he took a sip of his drink. "I can't help but notice you don't seem too fond of Mr. Wayne."
John scoffed and shook his head. "Bruce Wayne is a rich party boy who doesn't understand the value of hard work or money." He watched as Diana remained quiet before he continued, "He gets whatever he wants and women fall for it. I honestly feel sorry for any woman who sleeps with the man." He grabbed his beer and took another sip, glancing over at J'onn who was attending to some other patrons, trying to get his attention for another drink. He was oblivious to Shayera, who glanced over at Diana, watching as she grabbed her drink and downed it, her eyes refusing to meet hers.
"Di," Shayera whispered, stopping when Diana raised a finger and finished off her beer. Without a word Diana placed some money on the bar and walked out, leaving Shayera to come up with an excuse as to why her roommate had suddenly left.
"You're right," Bruce said, panting as he tried to catch his breath. "That was worth the wait."
Diana smirked, letting her hand reach down to caress his face, before she bent down to kiss him. "I told you I'd make it up to you," she said against his lips, her smirk growing when she felt his hands on her back, keeping their bare chests pressed together.
Bruce nodded, before pulling away from her lips and letting his head rest on her pillow. He closed his eyes and felt Diana raise off of him, forcing a groan from his lips when he was deprived of the warmth her body gave him. She collapsed onto the bed next to him, her eyes staring at the ceiling, a smile on her lips as she breathed hard.
It had been a few days since Joey's funeral, and after being sex deprived for a few days, Diana was more than ready to let Bruce back in her bed; he was more than willing to comply.
"You definitely made it up," Bruce said with a smirk, opening his eyes to stare at the ceiling. "I don't think any woman has been able to keep up with me," he said, his smirk growing when he turned to face Diana, his eyes quickly glancing over her naked body.
She gently smacked him in the shoulder and scoffed, before she stood from the bed and pulled on a robe. "I think it's you who can't keep up with me," she said with another smirk, tying the robe across her waist.
Bruce raised up in the bed, letting his body weight rest on his elbows as he continued to stare at the woman in front of him. "Give me a few minutes," he said, pulling off the used condom and tossing it in the trash bin next to the bed, before he cleaned himself off, "And we can go for round three."
Diana chuckled, placing her knee on the edge of the bed, leaning closer to Bruce. "I don't think you can handle me again," she said, watching his eyes as they darkened with desire.
Bruce grabbed Diana by the robe and pulled her into the bed, pulling her body on top of his before he crashed his lips on hers. "Want to bet?" he asked, his smirk growing when he felt his erection beginning to grow against her thigh.
Diana let out a small moan when she felt his hand dig into her hair, holding her close as his hips raised up to press his pelvis against her inner thigh. She gently raked her nails down his chest, smiling against his lips when she felt Bruce shiver under her touch, letting out a moan of his own, his free hand moving to untie her robe. He let the robe gently slide off her shoulders, sliding off the edge of the bed and landing on the floor, before he wrapped his arms around her body and flipped them so that he was on top, pressing his body into hers.
He dipped his head, placing his lips on her neck, listening to her release another moan, as his hands roamed over the bare skin he found. He continued to place kisses on her neck, making a trail to her lips, letting out a groan when she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. "Bruce," she whispered, her hands finding the nape of his neck and pulling him closer, keeping his lips on hers.
Bruce, knowing exactly what she wanted, reached over to her nightstand, his lips never leaving hers, and rummaged into the top drawer. He quickly found what he was looking for, his fingers holding the small foil package, before he placed it on the pillow next to her. He let his fingers gently skim the skin of her thighs, moving up until he hit her hip, before he continued his journey up. He felt Diana's hand grip him, forcing him to release another moan, before he pulled away from her lips and gave her a smirk. "I told you I was good to go."
Diana chuckled, moving forward to kiss him once again, however she stopped when she heard the front door open. She listened quietly, hoping it was just her roommate coming in to grab something she forgot, but when she heard Shayera and John's voices, along with the front door closing, she knew her and Bruce's alone time had ended. "Crap," she said, pushing Bruce's body off of hers and hopping off the bed, making her way to her bedroom door and locking it, before she turned to face Bruce. "Three, two, one," she whispered, grinning when she heard her roommate try to open the locked door.
Diana quickly reached down and picked up Bruce's boxers, pulling them on, along with the tshirt laying near the end of the bed, before they heard Shayera begin to knock loudly on the bedroom door. "Hey Di," Shayera called, knocking on the door once more.
Diana quickly raised a finger to Bruce, telling him to stay put, before she opened the door and stepped outside, closing the door behind her. "Can I help you?" she asked, placing her back against the piece of wood, blocking Shayera's way into her room.
Shayera, who had been busy looking at John, began to speak, oblivious to her roommate's state of dress. "Hey, have you seen-" She turned to face Diana, her eyes widening when she saw what her roommate was wearing. "Oh my God, are you entertaining a certain guest?" she asked, raising an eyebrow. Diana nodded and Shayera smirked. "Did I interrupt something?" she asked, her smirk growing.
"Yes, " Diana said, crossing her arms over her chest.
"Good," Shayera said, walking over to her bedroom, stripping her jacket off as she walked inside.
Diana rolled her eyes. It was no secret she didn't approve of Diana sleeping with Bruce, and the time her roommate spent with her boss, the less Shayera thought this would end well. She quickly let out a sigh and walked into the kitchen, stopping when she spotted John leaning against the counter, a beer in one hand, his phone in the other. "John," she said, acknowledging the man in her kitchen.
John looked up and nodded at Diana, before taking a sip of his beverage and placing his phone in his pocket. "Diana," he said with a smile. "She didn't wake you, did she?"
Diana chuckled and shook her head, making her way to the refrigerator, before she opened it and pulled out a pitcher of water. "No, she didn't," she said, closing the fridge. "How did your date go?" she asked, watching as John took a seat at the table. He was comfortable in their apartment, and she wanted him to be. He and Shayera had been on three dates since meeting at the bar, but she could tell her roommate was into him more than she let on.
"It was good," John replied, leaning back in the chair as he tried to stifle a yawn. He watched as she reached up into the cupboard above the sink and pulled out a glass, quickly filling it with the cold water, before taking a sip, her eyes glancing first at Shayera's door, then moving to hers. "We just went out for a quick bite," he explained. "Sorry I keep stealing your alcohol," he said with a small chuckle, motioning to the beer in his hand.
Diana let out a shrug, taking another sip of the glass of water in her hand. "It's Shay's beer," she said, watching as he nodded and took another sip out of the bottle, before she let out a shiver. She glanced down at her attire and noticed she was still in nothing but a tshirt and Bruce's boxers, and suddenly became very self conscious. She was about ready to walk back into her room, realizing neither John and Shayera realized she'd be home with Bruce, but stopped when Shayera stepped in her path. She looked her roommate in the eye and raised an eyebrow, watching as Shayera raised an eyebrow herself and gave her a small nod. "Well, don't mind me," Diana began, giving her roommate a smirk. She took a step back from Shayera, making her way towards her bedroom. "I'll be in my-"
She stopped when she bumped into someone, her eyes widening when she realized it had to be the only other person left in the apartment. "You were taking forever," he whispered into her ear as he wrapped an arm around her waist.
Diana turned in Bruce's arm, a smile on her face when she saw what Bruce was wearing: her pink robe. It stopped just below his butt, letting both Shayera and John see more of his thighs than they wanted to. "Can you please go back into the room," Diana said, handing him the glass of water, watching as he took a sip and gave her a wink. Without another word Bruce turned around and walked back towards her room, very aware that Diana was staring at his rear, her head tilted to get a better look. She bit her lip, internally groaning at the thoughts swirling through her head. She couldn't wait to get that firm butt back in her hands, gripping it as they went another round.
Diana's thoughts were interrupted by Shayera clearing her throat. She quickly turned to her roommate and John, a faint blush appearing on her cheeks. "What?" Diana asked, confused by the look her roommate was giving her.
"Nothing," was all Shayera said, before she walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge, pulling out a beer herself.
Diana watched her roommate, who was trying her hardest not to make eye contact with her, before John called her name. "Diana," he began, watching as Diana turned to face him before he continued, "About what I said at the bar….I'm sorry."
Diana shook her head, letting him know it was fine, before she turned on her heel and walked back into her room. She closed the door behind her, making sure to lock it, before she walked over to Bruce, who was busy looking through an old photo album she had on her dresser. "Well that was fun," Bruce said sarcastically, as he flipped through another page, smiling when he saw a photo of Diana as a child. "You were cute," he said, turning the book so Diana could see what photo he was talking about.
It was when she was six and her aunt Antiope had taken her to work, much to her mother's dismay. Her mother had been adamant about keeping Diana away from her job, but her sister knew keeping her daughter away only made Diana more curious. Antiope also wanted to keep Diana safe, but she knew there was no way to keep her away from their line of work once Diana got old enough, so Antiope had brought her to the office, letting Diana choose whether or not she would continue any interest in the family business. Much to her mother's relief, Diana had been bored out of her mind, mostly because Antiope had kept her in the office and away from any action, and had begged Antiope to take her to the beach, where she had run to her heart's content, taking in the image of the beautiful sunset and saving it to her memory as inspiration for her art.
"Were?" Diana asked, feigning hurt at Bruce's comment. He watched as he glanced down at the photo once more, the image of her six year old self flexing her muscles for her aunt, her face scrunched ready for an imaginary battle, staring back at him as he let out a small chuckle.
"I guess you still are," he said, raising an eyebrow as he placed the album on her dresser, before he turned to face her, his lips curled into a smirk.
Diana took a step towards Bruce, her face displaying a smirk of her own, as she reached for the hem of her shirt. "Really?" she asked, pulling the shirt up and yanking it over her head, before she flung it onto the floor, leaving her chest bare. She watched as Bruce's smirk faltered, his eyes glancing down her chest, as he unconsciously bit his bottom lip. "And now?" she asked, crossing her arms over her chest, her smirk growing as she watched Bruce continue to stare at her body.
"Now you're just being a tease," he said, reaching over to hook a finger into his pair of boxers she was wearing. He gently pulled her towards him, closing the gap between them, before he placed his free hand on her waist. He placed a kiss on her neck, pulling away to watch Diana close her eyes and take a deep breath, before he flashed her a smile.
"You know what I think?" Diana asked, her hands running up his chest.
"Hm?" Bruce responded, his lips finding the nape of her neck once more.
Diana's hands moved down to the sash around Bruce's waist, keeping the robe he wore closed, and quickly untied it. "Pink is definitely not your color," she said, pushing the robe off Bruce's shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. "And if you stretched out my robe you owe me a new one."
Bruce kicked the robe out of the way before he pulled her against his naked body. "Send me the bill," he said before crashing his lips onto hers, his arms wrapping around her waist, keeping her flush against him, her fingers gripping his arms tightly.
"Sure," was all Diana said, as she pushed him towards the bed, forcing Bruce to step back until his calves hit the edge of her mattress. She watched as Bruce took a seat on the edge of the bed, before she climbed into his lap, kissing him once more as his hands found her waist again.
Without a word, Bruce turned the two of them, placing Diana flat on the bed and laying on top of her. He was about to bend down to kiss her once more before the two heard music coming from the other side of the wall, forcing Diana to start laughing. "Sorry," she said, turning to look at the wall her bedroom shared with Shayera's.
Bruce shook his head, placed a kiss on her neck, and pulled away, staring her in the eye. "We could turn this into a competition," he said, wiggling his eyebrows. He yanked off the boxers she was wearing and flung them over his shoulder, grinning when she wrapped her legs around his waist. He bent down for another kiss, smiling against her lips when he felt her hands in his short hair, her fingernails gently raking his scalp, causing a shiver to go down his spine.
Diana smiled when she felt Bruce's lips trail down her body, knowing she was in for another long night with him. She also knew her roommate was going to be mad at her in the morning.
Well, here you guys go. I hope you enjoyed this!
If you read any of my other stories, you should have read this annoucement already, but I thought I'd share it one last time.
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