AN: Sorry I haven't updated in a while. I've been obsessing over a Warehouse 13 fanfic I was making. More of those to come in the future, because I love Pete and Myka. Anyway, I cannot forget about my loyal Bruce and Diana, though, so here is a new chapter headed your way.

I'm sitting on a citadel
Contemplating life
Making a point to waste my time
I'm walking on clouds of white
What if I fall
What if I don't
What if I never make it home
What if I bleed
What if I break
And I find that I can't take
The city below

Citadel- Anna Nalick

"That bastard." Here she was, the Princess of the Amazons and a fierce heroine of the world, and the only thought inhabiting her mind was him. Not even a day ago he had a criminal blow him to smithereens and already he was back in action. Why she was thoroughly surprised, she didn't know. He was always pushing his body past the limits and never allowing it time to heal. A warrior with a moral conscious knew when to allow the body to rest. Perhaps Bruce was turning into Macbeth- a warrior with no morals. Diana chuckled, seeing Bruce in 11th century attire and a sword by his side. Kinky, but not realistic.

Her eyes danced on the horizon, eyeing the Wayne Tower and other architectural buildings glittering in lights of the city. J'onn called her up earlier to the WatchTower, but she was finding that sitting on the edge of skyscrapers was more enjoyable. Down below, couples strolled and paranoid ex-cons skittered along the sidewalks, a symphony of car horns and shouting peanut venders. If only Mother could see me now. Smiling softly, she hopped into the air, content with the idea of Alfred making sure he sought to a few hours of sleep tonight, and her mind on an iced mocha.

"Leaving so soon?" Pretending his voice didn't cause a plethora of shivers to jolt down her spine, she spun in mid-air to face the dark knight.

"Coffee is calling my name."

"I told you to not come back."

"You always tell me what to do. Have I ever listened to you before?" Running through every instance they'd been together, he felt his shoulders slump just slightly.

"I can think of one." She sighed, running a hand over her left arm- something she did when uncomfortable, Bruce noted. He knew about every single expression the Princess could fathom.

"And I respected your wishes. Why do you insist on bringing it up every time we are alone?"

"To keep me from pulling you into my arms," he blurted and she almost choked on the air she inhaled. Since when had Bruce been so… forthcoming? "Every time I see you, I'm like a little kid in a spelling bee. I'm chanting the correct words in my head, so I can memorize them."

"What words?"

"The three reasons."

"Ahh," A slight chill seeped through her uniform, brushing against her normally warm skin. The elephant in the room reared its ugly face. "And you insist on bringing this up to me because…?" A loud crash signaled the Batman and he leapt off of the side of the building before she received a proper answer- as if she would ever get one, she realized. Bruce was a man of few words and when those words decided to appear, Hera only knows when they would. Long ago, she had told Bruce the same thing she was going to tell him tonight. "I can't wait forever." His response was a kiss to her forehead and then her lips. It was sad to admit, but those two simple showings of physical attraction had kept her going for quite some time. Until he dropped the bomb that he couldn't be caught with her and those damn three reasons fell out of his mouth.

"Nothing but a common thief," Bruce muttered and tucked an unused batarang into his tool belt, "As you were saying?" She floated down to his level, pressing a hand to where his cowl met his face and lightly tracing his jaw line.

"I can't keep doing this."

"Doing what?"

"Don't be coy. You know what I'm talking about. You always know what I'm talking about. You always know what to say or what to do to make me wait just a few more months. You, you can whittle them away like the notches on your bedpost, but I put my heart out on my sleeve every fucking day and all I receive in return is a blank stare or a glare from you?" She covers her face for a moment and his hands reach up to pry her hands away, but she waves him off, "In all truthfulness, if I had known you would be this much of an ass, I would have never fallen in love with you."

"You don't underst-"

"Like hell I don't! Bruce, I have waited and waited for you to come around and admit you feel something for me. I- I want to have my cake and eat it too." He rocked back onto the balls of his feet, feeling the cold wind seep through his uniform. He knows something vital just shattered in front of his face. Mentally checking his pulse to see if he was still breathing, Bruce dropped his hands away from her shoulders.

"So where does this leave us?"

"Us? Us?" She chuckled dryly and inside, he winced. "What us, Bruce? You clearly don't want me and-"

"I've always wanted you, Diana," he pries off the mask and she can see the tears misting his blue eyes. "Don't ever doubt that."

"But I do and that's the problem. If you care so much about me, why don't you show it? Why do you hide in the shadows from all of the possibilities?"

"What if I lose you?" She's overwhelmed by the question and how he threw it out into the air so easily. "What if you lose me?"

"Then I will place you in the ground beside your parents, where you belong, Bruce."

"And if you die? What am I supposed to do? Forget you ever existed? Ship you off to your mother and never see you again?" The cold wind wraps around the two, pushing them closer to each other for warmth. "It's not fair." Her hands cup his face, tickling the hairs at the base of his neck.

"Why am I not surprised?" She flashes him a breathtaking smile and his heart skips a beat.

"Why are you smiling?"

"Has it ever occurred to you that you're just about the only person who can protect me, an Amazon?"

"Oh, yeah. I've showed great displays of heroism. Allowing you to be nearly impaled by a missile, being turned into a pig-" The next reason is muffled by her palm as she chuckles.

"Reality check. You're Batman and I'm Wonder Woman. You're the Prince of Gotham and I'm the Princess of Themyscira. You're Bruce and I'm Diana. It's as simple as that. You are my stronghold," She takes one of his palms and presses it against her heart, "You are my citadel."

"Batman to Nightwing," He calls through his communicator and his adopted son quickly answers. "Take over my shift. My heat regulator is on the fritz."

"Since when do you use the word 'fritz'?" Diana can hear Dick through the exchange and she covers her laughter.

"Batman out."

"'Fritz'?"

"Stop laughing. I went on a mission with Flash."

"All right, all right. I'll stop if you take me somewhere and get me warm."

"Gladly."

AN: That certainly took a turn. Citadel: a fortress that commands a city; stronghold.

You know the drill.