The Last Month

Bruce was feeling much better once he started to attend therapy. As long as Diana was with him. Though sometimes it was hard. There was days when he didn't go; he was too into his work. At night when he was patrolling, Diana would wait for him to come home. She then would patch him up and lead him to his room. She then would wait for him to fall asleep, checking on him all through the night. If he was shaking or jerking around in his sleep, she would wake him up and they would talk about it for awhile. But if he wasn't, she would let him be.

This continued on for the rest of the year. As it rolled to December, Bruce started to freak out a lot more. At times he would argue with Diana over nothing. But she didn't acknowledge it. She knew why he would be so angry. Bruce's birthday was the day before a holiday called "Christmas". If he didn't win her heart by then, something would happen. He said he didn't know what would happen. But even if she didn't fall for him, she would always be his friend, she would tell him. The fact that it didn't change a thing between them was music to his ears.

But he did care for her. She was completely oblivious to it. Hell, whenever he looked at her he swooned. She did so much for him and he couldn't ask for more. It was because of her that he hadn't given up on life yet. By the gods (as Diana would say it) did he like her. He hated when Diana left him alone with Alfred. Cause soon as she was out of earshot, Alfred would give the strangest smile ever to Bruce. And then he would rant on how they were going to break the spell while Bruce tuned out by listening to music with the volume turned up.

One evening Diana was reading her book on the swivel chair, waiting for Bruce to come home. This particular night she was in rather high spirits. Alfred had talked to her earlier about the annual Christmas gala. It was half of Bruce's birthday and half a Christmas party. She was going to ask if they were going to have it. She heard the rumble of his car rolling in. She got up quickly and walked to the car. Bruce got out and took off his cowl. He smiled when he saw Diana. She smiled her usual serene smile.

"Any trouble tonight?"She asked. He shook his head, as he walked behind the wall to take a shower. She waited until he came out. She watched as he put on one of his dress shirts, but not bothering to button it up.

"I wanted to ask you something." She said. "Sure. What is it?" He replied sitting down in his seat. His hair dripped down shower water.

"Well Alfred told me about how you guys had a 'Christmas' gala every year." Bruce groaned. "Don't tell me you actually want to have one, Diana. Those are boring."

"All I'm asking is how it is usually." She said. He sighed as she sat down. He rolled her chair towards him, picked her up and put her on his lap. She giggled as he started to tickle her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and nuzzled him. He was warm even if he was coated in cold shower water.

"It's dumb, I'm telling you. It's just full of idiotic rich people who don't care about Gotham." He stops to think. "Well except for some people that I know that actually care."

She let go of him. He buried his face in her neck. She let the shower water drip down her shoulder as he gently caressed her. It was so hard. It was so hard to tell her that he loved her. He couldn't find the right words to say it. But he didn't care he just wanted to make this moment last. As they laid there silently an idea popped into his head. If they did have the party, It would be a great time to confess his feelings to her. Yes that would be a good idea.

"You know what," She looked at him as he started to talk. "We'll have it." Diana's eyes gleamed with excitement.

"Are you serious?" She said. He nodded. She hugged him tightly. She got off him and started to jump up and down happily. Bruce laughed.

"Go to bed." He said. She nodded and jumped her way to the staircase. She looked at him and blew a kiss at him. He smiled as he felt a blush coming on. He watched as she went up the stairs. He moved his hair out of his eyes. He sighed and smiled to himself. What am I going to do with her?

It was once again one of those boring nights of waiting. Diana laid on the medical table. Surprisingly, it was rather comfortable. She heard the sudden rumble of his car coming in. She heard his car door slam.

"Diana?" He shouted. She got off the table and looked at him. He was holding someone's hand but the person hid behind his back.

"Look who I found." He stepped to the side. Diana's eyes widened at the first thing she noticed.

A little girl with dirty blond hair.

It's obvious you guys know who the kid is. But might as well right? But I'm so happy that I'm able to post every weekend now. So thank you guys for reading, I love you guys and I'll try to get it up as soon as possible cause I'm already half way done. So again thank you guys, I love you. Peace.