TITLE: Can't Get Her off My Mind

AUTHOR: LOTSlover

CHARACTERS: Batman / Wonder Woman

RATING: T

WARNINGS: Author Chooses Not to Use Warnings

DISCLAIMER: I love Justice League, but especially Batman and Wonder Woman. Unfortunately, I do not own the characters and, if I did, things would be much different for them.

SUMMARY: Set during the JL episode Maid of Honor, Batman and Wonder Woman make discoveries about each other that one draws them closer to one another.

Can't Get Her off My Mind

Bruce Wayne surreptitiously adjusted his bowtie once again, wondering where this rush of excited anticipation was coming from. He'd been to thousands of these things during his adult life, navigating the elite social crowd with undeniable magnetism and a sense of poise that had long been ingrained into him since he was a young boy.

He knew she was going to be here at any minute, arriving with her incomparable grace and confidence. She could light up a room with her smile alone, her beauty and elegance only adding to that radiance that she so easily emanated. Her expressive countenance and warm spirit unconsciously drew everyone to her including him.

He ran his hand over the back of his head, doing his best to keep his emotions at bay, but it was proving to be more difficult than he had initially anticipated. He had dated countless actresses and models and yet none of them had ever caused such intense emotions to rise up inside of him like a crushing tidal wave.

He tried to remind himself that he worked with her on a regular basis, a trusted teammate and friend, but none of that was working either. Diana didn't know his secret identity and he hoped to keep it that way for a little while longer. Despite the feelings that she awakened within him, he wasn't ready for her to find out that he was none other than the infamous cad that had been rumored to have bedded nearly half of the women in the Eastern seaboard.

While most of it was greatly exaggerated and the number of women that he had actually been in bed with was not as large as purported, he'd still had his fair share of lovers and more than enough heartbreak to last him two lifetimes. It was one of the countless reasons he was so wary about even considering pursuing Diana romantically.

Reasons why it would never work continued to parade through his mind like an old time newsreel, each outcome more horrific to him than the last. Reaching for a glass of champagne, he internally shuddered with the thought of the Joker getting his hands on her. Scarecrow could mentally cripple her with his fear toxin and the thought of Ra's al Ghul anywhere near her almost made him physically ill.

And yet he was here…at a gala that he knew she'd be attending the moment she sent in her reservation, risking his secret identity just to be near her outside of the Bat suit if just for a little while. What in the world had he been thinking?

Deciding this was the worst mistake that he could possibly make, Bruce turned to set his glass down and leave when an undulating wave of murmured gasps abruptly permeated the room. Heads turned, cameras flashed, men ogled and women turned positively green with envy.

She was here.

He set his glass down, shoving his hands into his pants pockets in an effort to dispel the faint tremor of excitement that vibrated through him. He hated the way that she always made him feel so weak in the knees and his vaunted self-control completely paralyzed. He never thought there would ever be a woman who could make him so wanton like this and yet here he was experiencing feelings that he had worked so hard over the years to dominate and bend to his will.

Bruce watched with a perceptive gaze as a swarm of people descended like vultures on someone that he knew had to be her, but from here all he could make out was a fleeting glimpse of a silky raven mane that he was itching to bury his fingers in. He silently growled to himself, annoyed that he wasn't more in control of his thoughts and physical reactions to her.

He stayed back, curiously wondering how she would handle the overt attention she had garnered with her appearance. As he watched, he was somewhat taken aback that she actually seemed to be overwhelmed by it all, but it was to be expected with the way they were circling her like a pack of ravenous lions descending on a graceful gazelle.

They were hammering her with questions, everyone trying to speak at one time. He felt an overwhelming need to rescue her, to protect her from these scavengers that were practically attacking her from every side. She wasn't accustomed to these kinds of high-society functions.

With a wave of annoyance cementing his playboy image, Bruce confidently made his way towards the crowd that had gathered around her, determined to rescue the princess. Drawing closer, he heard her attempt at being polite, her uncertainty endearing to him, but the questions about the Man of Steel inflamed his ire.

"May I have this dance?" he asked as he offered her his hand.

Overwhelmed by the attention, Diana somehow managed to pick out the deep baritone voice that cut through the clamor of voices assaulting her. She spotted a large hand appearing out of nowhere, feeling it was her beacon of salvation from the people pressing in around her.

"Yes!" she readily uttered.

Without a second thought as to whom the hand might belong to, Diana abruptly took the welcomed offer of rescue, slipping her smaller hand into his. His fingers immediately wrapped around hers in an almost possessive fashion, but she hardly cared at that moment. This man was whisking her away from an oppressive situation that she had no idea how to navigate through and she couldn't be any more grateful for it.

Before she knew it, she was pulled into the strong arms of a man she didn't know, finding herself staring into the piercing blue eyes of the most handsome man that she had ever seen. She felt an instant fluttering drift through her entire being, making her flush warmly as he expertly moved her around the dance floor in time to the music.

"Thank you, Mister…uh…"

"Wayne…Bruce Wayne," he revealed with a rapacious smile.

"I appreciate the rescue," she replied with a smile, surprised to find herself completely taken with the man dancing with her.

"I'm surprised to see you here," he lied, hoping she wouldn't pick up on it. "From what I've seen, this isn't really your sort of affair."

"I've decided to get out more…have a little fun," she found herself revealing. She was surprised with how at ease she felt with him as if she'd known him her whole life. She'd never felt this way with another man…except for a certain hero who dressed in a black costume.

"Enjoying yourself so far?" he flirted with her, unable to contain the desire that he felt surging through him like an electrical current. She was incredibly beautiful; her eyes sparkling like the finest sapphires with the excitement of embarking on a new adventure. It was truly infectious.

"More than I expected," she easily flirted back, enjoying this little repartee they were sharing. It stirred in her feelings that were similar to what she experienced when flirting with Batman. "How about you? What brings you to the City of Lights?"

Bruce was somewhat taken aback by her ready banter, the way her confidence so easily slid back into place now that he had her all to himself. She never ceased to amaze him, turning his world upside down and inside out. It left him lightheaded with feelings of happiness and contentment that he hadn't experienced in years or at least never to this degree with a woman.

He hated the fact that he had to show her this playboy side of his image, wishing he could just be himself with her. He found he wanted that more than anything, to show her the real Bruce Wayne that hid somewhere deep inside of him, hovering somewhere in the middle of the two extreme parts that he played. He was afraid that she wouldn't like him very much. Right now, he wasn't even certain who the real Bruce was anymore.

"I never miss a good party," he replied, losing himself in the vivid blueness of her eyes that drew him in. "I may also have to attend to some business while I'm in town."

Diana felt as if she was falling, losing herself in the baritone of his voice and the piercing blue eyes that seemed to probe every single part of her as if he knew her. There was such a familiarity in him like finding a kindred spirit, making her feel as though he had been missing from her life all this time only to be found.

She couldn't deny the flame that he had somehow manage to ignite inside of her, leaving her wanting to know more about him. She loved listening to him talk about his company, noticing every single detail of his face, his striking azure eyes, from his perfect lips down to his angular jaw…that jaw.

Bruce found himself drawing her a little closer than was considered appropriate, but he couldn't help himself. She was positively enchanting, charming every fiber of his being just like she had been doing over the last year and a half since meeting her.

To think that he had been so suspicious of her in the very beginning, firmly believing that she had ulterior motives for coming to Man's World. Now, he couldn't possibly dream of trusting someone more than he trusted her.

He felt as if he was floating a foot off the floor as Diana began to share her plans for her short time in Paris, realizing that he was truly falling for this amazing woman whether he was ready or not…whether he wanted to or not. It both stunned him senseless and scared the hell out of him. He couldn't afford these intense feelings that she created within him. He felt like his heart and mind were in a constant war, an endless pulling and pushing between emotion and logic…between what he wanted and what he knew he could never have.

He didn't have a chance to dwell on it much longer as glass abruptly crashed down around them, men entering the ballroom from the skylight above. His entire body tensed, ready spring into action as the Bat shoved the man aside. He muttered an "excuse me" at the same time his dance partner did, his razor-sharp focus on the men who had interrupted his dance with Diana.

He reached for his bowtie as he took off to change into his uniform, glancing back over his shoulder to find Diana already ripping the bottom of her skirt off. Fortunately for him, Diana was already one step ahead of him, not needing to change into her uniform to take care of the problem.

In less than a blink of an eye, she deftly grabbed a knife and threw it with deadly precision that caused a shiver to race up his spine. It easily sliced through the rope that was taking Princess Audrey up and away from the congregation of people. Diana took to the air, capturing the falling princess before she could hit the ground and whisking her away to safety.

Bruce decided to take this unexpected opportunity to sit back and enjoy the incredible show that was known as the famous Wonder Woman. He adjusted his bowtie, reaching for the hors d'oeuvres. His eyes never left the amazing Princess of the Amazons, completely taken by the beautiful warrior who was handily dealing with the intruders.

She was a sight to behold, her raven mane flowing like an inky waterfall behind her. Her torn dress revealed a generous view of her toned legs that he found himself aching to touch. There was just something extremely sexy about seeing Diana in a torn dress manhandling the soldiers who had tried to kidnap Princess Audrey.

He almost felt sorry for these men who had dared to intrude on their dance and her evening away from the League, knowing that Diana would not go easy on them just because she had an audience. He stood with a drink in his hand, watching as one man went sailing past him only to crash land on the table next to him.

He studied her with great admiration as she used her bracers to skillfully block a hail of bullets intent on stopping her. Despite the measure of worry that he always felt when she was in a fight, he didn't feel the need to don his uniform just yet. She had it all under complete control. Besides, he knew how greatly she enjoyed a good fight and there was no need to interrupt her fun.

Bruce winced when the painful blow she dealt one soldier who had dared to fire at her. As she flew through the hole in the ceiling to chase after the helicopter the soldiers had arrived in, he decided that was his cue to leave.

As much as he enjoyed spending time with Diana, he still had work to do tonight. Time for Batman to make an appearance.

XXX

Sitting alone in the silent solitude of her hotel suite, Batman watched as shafts of early morning light began to filter into the room, his jaw clenched painfully just as it had been for the last two hours. His mind was a virtual beehive with every imaginable thought racing through it. None of them were good at that moment as he waited for her to return, his impatience rapidly growing into frustrated anger.

Diana was out there in Paris doing only heaven knew what with a known raucous princess who had an unlimited supply of money. He knew Audrey had absolutely no qualms about doing whatever it was she damn-well pleased with little regard for anyone else. Even though she'd been in Man's World for over a year and a half, Diana was still somewhat naïve about certain things, unfamiliar with the ways of the world and especially men.

The thought of his innocent Amazon princess out there cavorting with the not-so-innocent Kasnian royalty did absolutely nothing to settle the emotions swarming in his chest at that moment. Audrey had a reputation that was not so dissimilar from his own playboy status that he'd carefully crafted over the years, making him that much more worried about she was getting Diana into.

Where his was mostly a façade generated to protect his nightly pursuits, he had no doubt that Audrey's was true in every sense of the word. He didn't like the idea of the frivolous princess influencing Diana in any way or opening her up to a whole new world that could completely obliterate her innocence in one fell swoop.

He found his fingers wrapping tightly around the armrests of his chair as he waited, his nostrils flaring with the righteous indignation coursing through him. He'd seen the early morning news reports and papers this morning showing Audrey and Diana at several clubs, men hording around them like leeches just itching to get their hands on them.

If he hadn't had to follow up on that lead about a potential robbery at S.T.A.R. labs tonight, he would've followed them in order to make sure Diana stayed out of trouble. The thought of those vile men ogling her…trying to touch her…only made his blood boil hotly in his veins. He found himself wanting to punch something.

The sound of someone at the door forced him to relax his tense muscles, his fingers releasing the death-grip they held on the armrests. He refused to appear as if he cared where the hell she'd been all night long. He didn't need her to know that it irked him to no end that she'd been out until the wee hours of the morning.

Bruce drew a calming breath, crossing his leg so his ankle rested on his opposite knee. He waited as she entered; casually making her way deeper inside, completely unaware that she had a visitor awaiting her arrival. She hooked a raven lock behind her ear, stealing his breath all over again as he stared at her in dumbfounded amazement.

Streams of pale morning light created a subtle glow around her as she paused to remove first one high-heel and then the other. The illumination only seemed to add to the stunning sight of her in that flaming red dress that showed off her long legs and toned figure.

She was lean muscle and feminine curves, all warrior and yet definitely all woman in every sense of the world. She looked magnificent standing there, awakening his desire for her all over again. It took him a long moment to finally make his voice work, but he knew he needed to very soon before she began removing anything else.

"You're keeping late hours," Batman stoically said, alerting her to his presence.

Her surprised expression morphed into a pleased smile as she appraised him, her earlier suspicions finally confirmed by his presence. "You should talk," she replied, her hands finding her hips. "Checking up on me?"

She had no idea what it did to her figure or to him when she stood like that…or maybe she knew all too well. "Not especially, but I do read the papers," he flippantly told her, not wanting her to know how she managed to get under his cowl all the time. Tonight had proven no different.

"Your point?" she countered, refusing to back down. He had invaded her territory now. It was time to get some answers.

"You've been running in rarified circles," he said as he stood to his feet. He hoped his formidable stature and cloak-and-dagger appearance would intimidate her at least a little, giving him the advantage once more. Of course, it hadn't worked in the almost two years they'd known each other. Why would it suddenly work now? "I thought you should know that some of those people aren't always what they appear to be."

Diana moved to sit down in a nearby chair, a measure of her fatigue making itself known as she looked up at him. "If you're talking about Princess Audrey, she's a sweet girl…spoiled rotten…but sweet," she told him, her affection for the younger woman showing through.

"Several hours ago, I captured a burglar…part of a team stealing classified weapons technology from S.T.A.R labs…among other places," he revealed, forcing himself to get down to business. Trying to protect the naïve Amazon hadn't actually been part of his original mission here.

"So?"

"He's a Kasnian Special Forces Officer," he stated, carefully studying her face for her reaction and wishing he was in her hotel room for a much different reason.

"I don't believe Audrey would knowingly be involved in anything like that," she angrily retorted, unhappy with the unspoken accusation about her new friend. She forced herself to swallow back her anger, knowing deep down that Batman did have a valid point. Damn him. She thoughtfully touched her chin as she tipped her head in consideration. "But it wouldn't hurt to ask her."

"See what you can find out, Princess," he said before moving to the balcony doors. "Get some sleep in the meantime. This party nightlife doesn't suit you."

Diana whipped her head to the side to level him with a disdainful glare, a stinging retort dancing on her tongue only to find him gone. She growled a Greek curse as she stormed towards her balcony doors, pulling them closed with a slam and locking them.

She turned her back to them, folding her arms across her chest as she angrily thought about the unexpected revelation. Batman was Bruce Wayne…Bruce Wayne was Batman. Did he really think that she wasn't smart enough to figure it out or had he wanted her to finally know his secret identity?

The man made her head spin and her heart pound wildly in her chest. There was no denying now that the man that she had danced with last evening had been Batman. She'd know that jaw line and that imposing muscular physique anywhere. It only cemented in her mind why she had felt such a draw to him last night. It was because of what she felt for Batman.

The question now was what was she going to do about these feelings for him that had been gradually developing over the last year and a half?

XXX

Her blood still boiled like lava in her veins as she changed into her uniform. Audrey was marrying none other than the monster known as Vandal Savage. He had tried to deny that he was Vandal, but it had to have been him. She knew she had to let Bruce know right away.

Her hand went to her commlink as she walked out onto her balcony, fastening her lasso at her hip. "Wonder Woman to Batman."

"This is Batman," he rasped in her ear, causing a momentary smirk to flit across her face. "What did you find out?"

"Audrey is marrying Vandal Savage," she informed him, her anger returning in full-force. "At least, I'm pretty sure it's him. He swore he wasn't, but I swear it's Vandal."

"Savage," Batman growled with unmistakable disdain. "I should've known he'd be involved in this somehow."

"I'm still not sure it's really him," she admitted, her hand to her commlink as she stood out on the balcony of her hotel room. The wind played with her long raven locks as she thought about what she'd learned so far, her worry for Audrey rising.

"But if Savage is still alive, the pieces begin to fit."

"I don't know," she replied, frustration lacing her voice. "I had J'onn look up his birth certificate and school records. It looks like it all checks out."

Bruce typed on his keyboard, pulling up the files that he had accumulated so far on Vandal Savage. "Papers can be forged," he told her as he sat back in his seat, propping his elbow on the armrest of his chair as he considered the new information.

"Well, whether he's our Savage or a sequel, he makes me nervous," she confessed.

"He should," he said. "Look at what we've got so far —a Kasnian operative stealing military secrets…Kasnia is spear-heading the International Space Station."

"Good cover to circumvent the weapons embargo they're supposed to be under," she added.

"If that's all Savage is up to, we're lucky," he grumbled, the news bulletin on the TV capturing his attention. A reporter was standing outside of the royal palace in Kasnia. "Hold on a minute."

He quickly reached for the remote, turning the volume up. He listened as news broke that Audrey's father had suffered a serious stroke. "Serious and convenient," Bruce spat out in disgust. "You get all that, Diana?"

"I'm on my way to warn Audrey," she stated as she flew from her hotel like a bullet.

"Meet you there," he replied as he immediately headed to his bedroom to change into his uniform, anxious to back her up.

If Vandal Savage was involved in this like they both believed, then she would definitely need support. He didn't trust the tyrant for one second. If Savage was here, then he was involved and it was not going to be anything good. The thought of Diana flying headlong into trouble involving Savage made his stomach churn, but he attempted to push it aside. He couldn't allow his feelings for her to get in the way of the mission.

As he stripped off his clothes, Bruce couldn't help wondering if Diana had made any connections between Bruce Wayne at the gala and Batman appearing in her hotel room. A part of him hoped that she figured out, but the more logical side of him yelled at him for being so foolish and careless.

He knew he trusted her with his life which meant his secret identity, but the Bat in him wasn't budging. No one could fully be trusted, especially not a Meta. He was reminded again of the countless times that Diana had helped him, always watching his back in battle and doing whatever was necessary for the good of the Earth as well as her teammates. She was the most selfless person he'd ever met, always worrying about everyone but herself.

Slipping into his uniform, Bruce grabbed his cowl and gauntlets, preparing to leave when Alfred's voice filled his ear. "This is Batman," he answered.

"Might I inquire when you will be returning home, sir?" Alfred questioned him.

"Not sure," responded Batman with a clipped tone. "Something's come up. Diana and I might be tied up for another day or two."

"Ah, Miss Diana," he said, a smile in his voice that Bruce couldn't help but notice. "How are things going with the princess?"

Bruce's shoulders slumped slightly as he exited his suite. "Nothing is going on with Diana," he insisted as he headed towards his Batwing.

"Might I remind you who you're speaking to, sir?"

"All right," Batman barked with annoyance. "I can't get her off my mind…I can't stop thinking about kissing her or what a life with her might be like. Is that what you want to hear?"

A soft chuckle was Alfred's lone response at first which only added to his mounting irritation and frustration. "Love is not to be considered a hardship or a burden. It's to be cherished and nurtured."

"It's not love," he snapped. "It's simple physical attraction—nothing more."

"Whatever you say," Alfred replied, sounding slightly condescending.

"I'm serious," Batman bit out with growing anger. "Nothing more can ever happen between us. You know that better than anyone."

"I know nothing of which you speak," he maintained with a sniff of indignation. "That is merely conjecture on your part, a delusional thought manifested in the dark recesses of your mind that is pure bull-rubbish. You don't believe it either or you wouldn't be in Paris right now."

"I had a lead to follow up on," Bruce claimed as he climbed into the cockpit of his Batwing.

"A lead that required you to attend the exact same gala that the princess was going to be making an appearance at?" Alfred pressed. "How very inconvenient for you it seems."

"I don't have time for this," he ground out. "Diana is flying right into danger. I have to get there to back her up."

"Well, then by all means," Alfred said. "Please do whatever it takes to bring her highness back to us safe and sound."

"I plan on it," Bruce stated with clenched teeth. "Batman out."

XXX

Batman pushed the Batwing harder as he checked Diana's location for the hundredth time. She wasn't moving and hadn't been for several excruciatingly long minutes. His jaw was clenched tight like a steel trap, his mind full of various circumstances of what could've happened to her.

It didn't matter if they were together or not, just friends or passionate lovers. The choking fear was the same regardless of their relationship status. He couldn't imagine a life without her being a part of it in some way, without seeing her beautiful smile or hearing her infectious laughter.

As he approached her location, he spotted a large hole in the roof of a barn. He quickly landed, leaping out of the cockpit and racing into the barn. His heart leapt into his throat at the sight of her lying on the ground and not moving.

"Diana!" he yelled, receiving no response as he ran towards her.

He dropped to his knees beside her, carefully brushing locks of hair from her forehead and fearing the worst. He cupped the side of her face, more than relieved to find that she was alive. As far as he could tell, there didn't appear to be any serious injuries that he could find.

A soft groan caused him to quickly retract his hand, doing his best to conceal his worry as her blue eyes fluttered open. "Easy," Batman warned her, offering her his cantina of water as she slowly sat up. "That's quite a shot you took."

Diana took the offered water, trying to regain her bearings as she sat up. Her head was pounding mercilessly, her vision still trying to clear as she tried to remember the events leading up to her landing in a barn. "Did I miss anything?"

"Plenty," he revealed, keeping a close eye on her to make sure was indeed all right. "Your friend Audrey has moved up the wedding. It's happening right now."

Diana angrily shoved his cantina back into his hands as she got to her feet with fierce resolve gracing her face. "Like Hades it is," she ground out, her sapphire eyes darkening with rage.

"You go there uninvited you'll be breaking international law," Batman heatedly reminded her, still concerned about her.

She glanced back at him, her raven hair falling over her shoulder. "I get my hands on Savage that's not all I'll be breaking," she told him. She took to the air, yelling back at him, "you coming?"

Batman watched as she flew through the hole in the roof of the barn, a smirk dancing on his lips and a warm fire burning in his heart that he was too afraid to give a name to. Her fierce tenacity and fiery spirit was what had initially drawn him to her, his feelings only building and growing from there. She was a kindred soul in that regard, a fellow warrior in the battle for justice.

In that moment, he knew there was nowhere he wouldn't follow her.

XXX

Jumping over the edge of a very deep trench, Batman roughly pulled Audrey down with him, pressing her up against the edge of the dirt wall and shielding her with his cape and body. Diana was right behind him, pressing herself against them and using her body to protect them as the palace went up in flames.

It had been quite the adventure they'd had that had led to this moment—Vandal Savage, a wedding, a deadly battle, and an unexpected discovery that still stunned her senseless. The only man in the world who could create these ineffable feelings inside of her was none other than the infamous playboy Bruce Wayne.

He certainly had a lot of explaining to do.

She forced herself to pull away from him, hoping he hadn't noticed how hard her heart had been pounding in her chest. It definitely had nothing to do with the near-death explosion and everything to do with the man she'd been fully pressed against.

Batman turned to face her, his breathing labored as he took in her appearance. She didn't appear to be injured, a sense of relief drifting through him. He began to lift his arm, wanting to touch her face to reassure himself that she was all right, but quickly thought better of it.

Diana seemed to sense his uncertainty, giving him a small smile. "Are you all right?" she softly asked.

"Fine," he evenly stated, straightening his shoulders. He had forgotten all about Audrey until she spoke, breaking the trance that Diana currently held him in.

"Well, that was certainly not the wedding night that I had dreamed of," Audrey announced as she made her way to the burning ground where the palace had once stood.

"You've got a great deal of rebuilding to do," Diana told her.

"I never liked the palace anyway…drafty," Audrey replied with a shrug of her shoulders. "But maybe this is a chance for me and Kasnia to make a new start."

All the sudden, Vandal Savage's arm burst through the rubble, attempting to extract himself from the debris. "You sure can pick them," Diana told Audrey.

"Seize that thing!" Audrey ordered her guards as she closed the distance between them, a sneer on her lips. "I don't know how you survived, but I promise that you'll pay for your crimes in full."

"Do your worst, child," Savage growled. "I'm immortal. I can't be killed."

Audrey met his wicked glare with one of her own, refusing to back down from the maniac who had tried to destroy everything that she loved. "We'll see."

Batman and Wonder Woman stood side-by side, watching as Audrey and the guards escorted Savage away, leaving them alone. Diana decided now would be the perfect time to reveal that she knew his true identity and that she didn't care about his party-boy reputation.

"You know…we never did get to finish our dance," Diana teased him as she turned to face her teammate, her hands on her hips, her raven hair whipping in the wind.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Batman maintained, his expression emotionless despite the way his stomach was doing back flips.

She knew. Diana knew that he was Bruce Wayne. The thought had his heart and mind racing. He could not begin to understand how she managed to have such an overwhelming affect on him, practically decimating his self-control while doing so very little.

"If you say so," Diana replied with a smirk as she wrapped her arm around his," but you're still taking me dancing."

Bruce couldn't deny how much he loved the feel of her arm wrapped so securely around his as they began to walk away. It just felt so right. For the first time in his life, he had no idea what to do now. He had no contingency plan for Diana finding out his secret identity. Denying it was clearly not working with her.

"So how are you planning on getting home…Bruce?" she asked with a lilting tone that conveyed her amusement and breaking through his panicked thoughts.

Damn. He forgot that he had trashed the Batwing in order to protect Diana from those soldiers and buy her time to get to Audrey. Now, he was pretty much trapped in Paris with the beautiful Amazon and no immediate means of transportation home.

She leaned in close and he was immediately taken with her jasmine scent, the warmth of her breath against his exposed jaw line. "You know I could take you back to your hotel room," she seductively offered.

He nearly swallowed his tongue as he struggled to remain in control of his body's reaction to her. He was in a no-win situation no matter how he looked at it. "Fine," he relented. "If I let you take me back to my hotel room, what do you want in return?"

The seductive smile that spread across her face nearly caused his legs to give out on him as she unexpectedly picked him up and took to the air. "You'll see," she teased.

He had been right all along. He was in so much trouble…all because he couldn't get her off his mind.

A/N: I hope I did this awesome episode the justice that it deserves and that you all loved it. I will tell you that this episode will get another update focusing on what I think happens after the end of Maid of Honor. I think there was a lot more that happened in Paris after the end of the ep so I'm going to explore it in full in the next update. Hope you guys don't *mind*...pun intended! :)

Will post a Thief update tomorrow night. Hope you all are enjoying that fic b/c I'm super excited with everything will be going here soon! :)