Chapter 11
Chicago; September 28th, 02:38 EST
He stared up at the shadows that danced on the ceiling of his suite, the muffled sounds of the city that lay outside a white noise to his thoughts. His body still pulsated with the lingering results of his sexual encounter tonight. She had been magnificent, a much needed distraction from the things that always occupied his heart and mind at any given moment.
He could never truly escape it except for small periods of time like this when he could just lose himself in the physical act, letting his body and his instincts take over as his mind rapidly became fogged with unbelievable pleasure. It was a welcome respite to the fierce battle that he fought on a daily basis to remain in control.
But now, it was over, his body exhausted and sated at least for the moment. Unfortunately, his mind was still quite active with schemes and plans…memories that would not die even though dearly loved ones had. His heart clenched painfully with the dreadful reminder.
His arm instinctively tightened around Hannah who was sleeping peacefully at his side, his chest her pillow. He watched as she snuggled even deeper into his hold on her, a soft sigh escaping. Her hand caressed his chest even in her sleep as if sensing that he needed to be comforted.
He leisurely played with her blond curls, allowing the locks to wrap around his fingers before gently pulling free to start all over again. It felt almost peaceful here in this suite with her, but he knew it couldn't last. Nothing good ever did for him.
He glanced to his right, his gaze falling to the trail of clothing that had begun somewhere after the door of his suite and ending with her panties on the floor of his bedroom. It really was a shame that he was only here for a couple more days before leaving once again.
As tempting as it was to stay here for a while longer, he had an event in England that he needed to return for soon. Just thinking about the unimaginable treasures that Leo Vanover had been secretly procuring over the last seventy-five years was enough to make his heart race with excitement.
He knew that the list that he'd received with the invitation hadn't begun to scratch the surface of what Vanover had accumulated. He had done some investigating of his own, discovering that a hundred invitations had been sent out, but less than half of those invited had actually confirmed their appearance.
Bruce Wayne had been invited, but had yet to send in his response. He was anxious to see if the playboy billionaire would be attending. While he had been anxious to personally meet him, the appearance of Wonder Woman at the Gotham Museum gala had ended up garnering his attention.
With any luck, Wayne would end up appearing at the Vanover auction, allowing them a chance to finally meet. He'd done his research on the man who shared a similar past to his own. While Wayne appeared to enjoy the party life, he himself had taken on a more secluded lifestyle. He preferred to be alone, choosing his work over socializing. It had been that way ever since the accident.
With a pang in his chest, he carefully extricated himself from Hannah's arms, hoping to not wake her. He sat on the edge of the bed for a moment, holding his head in his hands as memory after memory washed over him in an attempt to drown him in the anguish they stirred.
Getting up, he silently made his way to the window, his arms folding against his chest as he stared out at the city. It had been a night so similar to this one, the air crisp with the approach of winter, but still holding hints of summer. It had started out as the best day of his life only to turn into his absolute worst.
A family day spent first at the zoo, then exploring the museum where his father worked before ending with dinner at his favorite restaurant. It had been the perfect way to celebrate a birthday until the drive home. His parents had been chatting, his father holding his mother's hand as they ventured home. He and his sister had been laughing and talking incessantly about their day, practically bouncing with excitement about all they had seen and done.
And then, the moment came that irrevocably changed his life forever.
The thunderstorm…a drunk driver who ventured into their lane at high speed, the constant blare of the horn and the screams of his mother and sister. He swore he could hear their screams even now, heard them every night in his sleep. He pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes, trying to banish the images of all that blood…so much blood. Not even the downpour of rain that night could have washed away the red pools.
Why had he survived? Why couldn't he have just died?
A large piece of him had died that night, never to be reborn again. No one could ever put the pieces of his soul back together again. Some had tried, but none had ever succeeded or stuck around long enough to keep trying. Women were mostly driven away by the dark brooding melancholy that took hold of him at any given moment, the bubbling pool of fury that lived inside of him.
He couldn't really blame them, though. Sometimes, he couldn't stand himself or what he had become because of the tragic event that had dramatically changed his life. The trauma of his past had sent him hurtling headlong on a direct course for more strife, but he couldn't find the will to stop or to change.
The unexpected feel of gentle fingers trailing down his spine sent shivers racing through him, causing his every muscle to tense. Her fingers created a sensual trail down and over his hips before wrapping around his waist. She pressed herself fully against his back, her breath warm against his skin.
"What are you thinking about?" she softly asked.
"Nothing," he automatically replied as his hands moved to cover hers resting on his abdomen. His chin fell to his chest as he tried to push the haunting memories away, memories that sucked all the air out of the room. "I just couldn't sleep."
"You mean I didn't wear you out enough?" she lightly teased, turning and pressing her lips against his shoulder blade.
He chuckled softly in response, his amusement turning into a groan of pleasure as she slowly kissed along his spine, her hand slipping down to his member. He sucked in a sharp breath as she began to stroke him, his entire body tense now for a completely different reason as her focused ministrations began to drive the demons from his mind.
Hannah moved to stand between him and the window, taking his face in her hands. "I guess I'm just going to have to remedy that," she murmured seductively as she pulled him down for a heated kiss.
His arms snaked around her, picking her up and wrapping her legs around his waist. He kissed her like a man drowning; she is only salvation from the anger and resentment that consumed him. She was his sweet respite from the horrors that he'd seen and lived through, the long list of sins that punctuated his life.
At least for a few hours, he wouldn't think about his parents or Ava…wouldn't have to relive that dreadful night all over again.
Batcave; September 28th, 04:51 EST
Diana couldn't stop pacing despite the fact she was exhausted and it was going to be dawn soon. She was loathe to admit it to anyone, but she was still sore from her battle with Lashina. Her wounds had begun to heal, but they still burned at times as if Lashina's electrical whips were still wrapped around her.
She rubbed her forehead, her head pounding like a hammer on an anvil. Despite still recovering from her injuries, she was more than anxious for a fight, especially if it involved this elusive thief that seemed to be mocking them at every turn.
She didn't like this cat and mouse game their thief was playing nor did she appreciate his egotistical ridicule with the calling cards that he left behind. It was something that only stirred her anger, making every day that went by without anymore leads that much more difficult to bear.
Tension pumped through her body, this waiting game driving her crazy. She was accustomed to charging in and doing battle, not this sneaking around and being two steps behind some narcissistic male pig who thought that he was invincible.
"Princess, you're going to wear a path in the cave floor if you don't stop pacing."
Bruce's admonishing tone only added to her simmering frustration. "How can you be so patient about this?" she asked, her hands finding her hips as she turned to glare at his back…the same back that had been facing her for what felt like hours now.
"We have no choice," he calmly stated as he continued to type on his keyboard.
"We could go out there and scout the perimeter of the manor to see if we can find him before he strikes," she suggested.
"He's not going to strike," Bruce replied.
"Bruce, what in Hera are you talking about?" she cried in exasperation. "His card indicated that this was going to be his next hit."
He finally faced her, his expression stoic as always. "First, if he was going to strike tonight, he would've done it by now," he began. "Secondly, I have every inch of this property equipped with the top security system that money can buy. Then, I personally enhanced it myself. There is no way that our thief is getting within a thousand yards of this house without me knowing about it. Thirdly, he's already been here."
Diana's jaw nearly dropped by the unexpected revelation, her expression of pure irritation morphing into absolute shock. "What are you talking about?" she demanded to know. "When was he here?"
"Four days ago," he revealed, turning his chair back to his computer.
Diana moved closer to him, leaning over his shoulder to study the computer screens he'd pulled up. "How do you know that?"
"Four days ago, I returned from patrol to find someone on the edge of the property," he informed her.
"What happened?" she asked, growing edgy with the way that he was trickling out information a piece at a time. It proved to be infuriating to say the least.
"Nothing happened," he stated, focusing on his work instead of their conversation.
Having had enough, Diana grabbed hold of his chair, whipping him around to fully face her. She placed her hands on the armrests of his chair, her nose nearly touching his. "Either tell me everything that happened or I begin taking the Batmobile apart with my bare hands one piece at a time until you do."
The corner of his lips twitched in amusement, noticing once again how brightly her blue eyes smoldered when she was riled up. They practically glowed with the fiery spirit that burned inside of her, adding to her beauty. With a disgruntled sigh, he pushed the sensual thoughts aside, knowing she would make good on her threat if he didn't cooperate.
"I figured it was just the paparazzi on the property," he explained, calmly sitting back in his chair. He wasn't trying to escape her ire, but a little distance between him and the temptation that her proximity presented seemed most prudent at this moment. "The paparazzi show up at least once or twice a week trying to get pictures, especially if there's something big going on with me or Wayne Enterprises."
She straightened up, crossing one arm across her chest to support her elbow as she thoughtfully cupped her chin with her other hand. "So you don't think it was just some tabloid reporter showing up to get information this time?"
"I did at first, but when I went out there to investigate, I didn't find anything whatsoever," he continued. "There were no clues; no evidence there had even been anyone out there except for the security feed that caught a glimpse of a moving shadow. Usually when reporters show up and stake out my property, they leave food wrappers, cigarette butts, broken down twigs and branches. This person barely left footprints."
"That's very strange," she commented, her brow furrowed in thought as she considered the revelation.
"Very," he agreed. "It makes sense that it would be our thief checking out the area before striking. Any good robber worth his weight will scope out the area, see what he's up against before attacking."
"Now, the question is why hasn't he shown up here at the manor yet?" Diana decided. "It seems that he would've made his move by now."
"I'm not sure what he's thinking right now," Bruce admitted as he turned his chair back to his computer, feeling confident that she would no longer dismantle his prized car.
"What are we going to do now?" she asked. "We can't just stay here in the cave every night waiting for him to make his move. You definitely can't miss patrolling Gotham."
"Robin and Batgirl covered last night, but you're right," he told her. "You're not going to stay here waiting for him."
Diana's lips curved into a frown, a ready argument dancing on her tongue. "What do you mean I'm not going to stay here?" she demanded to know. "I'm not leaving if there's any chance that this thief will show up here."
"You need to return to the Watchtower to sleep, Princess," he insisted. "You're still recovering from your injuries."
"Bruce, I'm fine," she heatedly replied.
"Then why do you keep rubbing your forehead and your side where your ribs are broken?" he asked without looking up at her.
Diana was stunned by his observation. She didn't think that he'd been paying any attention to her, his focus solely on his computer. She should've known better. This was Bruce after all. "I'm just a little tired."
"Diana, go get some sleep," he stated a little more firmly. "He's not going to show up during the day. Besides, I'm beginning to think that his plans have changed."
"What makes you think that?"
"Just a feeling I have," he muttered as he continued his research.
Actually, it was because the mysterious Dean Wallace had checked out of the hotel he'd been staying at and hadn't checked into any other hotels in Gotham. It led him to believe that something had caused their thief to leave town. He couldn't help wondering if maybe Wonder Woman's appearance at the museum gala hadn't rattled him just a little bit, forcing him to move on before he was ready.
Diana's lips twitched in annoyance. While she appreciated Bruce's gut feelings and the fact that he was rarely if ever wrong, it irked her to no end that he refused to share any more information with her than "it's just a gut feeling". He knew far more than he was willing to tell her.
She abruptly realized that she was rubbing her forehead again, forcing her arm to drop to her side before Bruce picked up on it. That was the last thing she needed right now. She could take care of herself without him worrying about her. She'd gone into battles with far worse injuries than this.
"Diana, please," he said, his tone surprisingly gentle and filled with something more he hadn't meant to allow to seep through. "Go get some sleep. I promise I'll call you the second I learn anything new."
Her eyes narrowed as she stared at him, trying to determine whether he was telling her the truth or if he was just saying that to get her to leave. "Promise?"
"Promise, Princess," he told her, meeting her eyes.
She was somewhat stunned by the truth and openness that she found reflected there in his piercing blue orbs. It almost took her breath away, reminding her all over again why she felt such an intense attraction to him. It was brief moments just like these that gave her a flickering glimpse into the real Bruce. It always left her wanting so much more of him.
"Fine," she relented with a sigh. She was too tired to fight at that moment. Besides, his explanation seemed plausible. It was almost morning. It would be ludicrous to attempt any sort of break-in now. "I'll check in with you later this afternoon to see if you've found anything new."
"Deal," he decided with a nod.
"You know it wouldn't hurt you to get some sleep as well," she pointed out, her hand coming to rest on his shoulder. "There's not really much more we can do until he strikes again."
"I need to research a few more things and then I'll turn in for a few hours," he reassured her.
"I'll see you later then," she agreed, forcing herself to retract her hand.
"Sleep well, Princess," he softly said.
Bruce turned back to his computer, a twinge of regret taking him by surprise. He didn't want her to leave, already missed the warmth of her hand on his shoulder. He wanted her to stay here with him, but he knew that he couldn't ask her to stay. He had to let her leave.
He felt himself relax minutely as the sound of the transporter signaled her return to the Watchtower. He couldn't help noticing how lonely the cave suddenly seemed without her, devoid of her warm presence. It was as if all the light had just been sucked out of it the moment she disappeared from the transport pad. She made everything around her seem more brilliant, warmer and absolutely perfect. She made him feel alive when she was near—happiness, serenity, longing…love.
These were all things that he couldn't afford to have, knowing they would only get in the way and divert his attention from his mission. If their lives were different, he wouldn't have to fight this desire…these intense feelings on a daily basis. He could pursue her, court her, be tangled up every night with her and wake up to her beautiful smile every morning.
Frustrated beyond measure, Bruce leapt up from his chair, tipping it over in anger before stalking towards the training room. He needed to vent all of these emotions raging inside of him, his tortured heart unable to take much more of this. Why did life have to be so unfair?
He needed an outlet, one that didn't involve him showing up at Diana's door and in her bed, one that didn't involve dragging her into his pit of darkness and further endangering her life more than it already was. He needed to find a resolution to this mess before it was too late.
New York City; September 28th, 05:57 EST
Diana appeared on the balcony of her sister's apartment as the sun was just beginning to illuminate the city's skyline. Despite being tired and sore all over, she really needed to talk to someone about her feelings for Bruce. Donna was really all she had here that she felt like she could talk to about this. Shayera would've been another, but that friendship ended the second she betrayed them to the Thanagarians.
Diana knew that it was early, but she also knew her sister would be up. Donna had a shift on the Watchtower in a couple of hours. She usually liked to get there early to meet up with her friends in the commissary in order to catch up on the current gossip before starting her monitor duty shift.
Reaching for the handle to the balcony door, Diana turned it silently, poking her head in to find it quiet inside. Maybe she'd been wrong. Maybe Donna was still asleep. She floated into the apartment, deciding to go to the kitchen to start some coffee and hopefully find something for breakfast.
Entering the kitchen, she was stunned to find Dick standing in the kitchen in nothing but his boxer shorts. "Oh…um…hi," Diana stammered in embarrassment as she averted her eyes. "I didn't realize you were here."
Dick smiled broadly, not the least bit flustered by the fact that he was standing in Donna's kitchen in his underwear and nothing else. "Morning, Diana," he greeted her with a grin. "Blüdhaven was quiet last night so I came over to see Donna."
"Dick, who are you—" Donna began as she entered the kitchen wearing nothing but Dick's t-shirt. She stopped short at the sight of her sister, surprised by her unexpected appearance. "Diana!"
Donna quickly engulfed her sister in a hug which Diana returned in full. "Sorry, I didn't mean to barge in on the two of you like this," she told them. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything."
"No, I was just about to make Donna some breakfast," Dick replied. "Want some eggs?"
"Sure," Diana decided, "as long as you're sure you don't mind me invading your private time."
"Not at all," Donna reassured her, taking her by the hand and pulling her to the small table in the kitchen. "You can keep me company while Dick cooks."
"I'm just going to grab a shirt," Dick announced. "I'll be right back."
Donna got up and poured herself and her sister a cup of coffee before heading back to the table. "So tell me what's going on?"
Diana glanced at her over the lip of her coffee cup, trying to decide if she still wanted to talk about it with Dick here. "Nothing really," she tentatively replied, her attention focused on the dark liquid inside her cup.
Donna frowned as she studied her sister, her brow furrowed in disbelief. "Diana," she chided her. "Remember, I have a piece of your soul. I know how you're feeling and something is definitely weighing heavily on your mind. What's going on?"
She looked up as Dick reentered the kitchen wearing a t-shirt and workout shorts. "So how would you like your eggs, ladies?"
"Scrambled," the sisters decided at the same time.
"Okay, that's just eerie," he said as he went to the fridge to retrieve the carton of eggs as well as some onions and peppers.
"Well, we are soul-sisters," Donna reminded him. "Something is on Diana's mind and I have a feeling it involves your father, Dick."
Dick looked up sharply from the frying pan, a scowl on his face. "What did he do now?" he asked. "Do I need to go over there and talk some sense into him?"
Diana readily shook her head, pursing her lips. "He didn't do anything wrong," she replied with a sigh. "It's just…I don't know how to explain it."
"You're in love with Bruce, but he refuses to have a relationship with you," Donna stated.
Diana stared at her sister in stunned disbelief. "Donna, I'm not in love with Bruce," she responded.
"You might not be ready to admit it to yourself, but I know that you have feelings for him," Donna pointed out.
Diana glanced at Dick out of the corner of her eye, wondering what he thought about the revelation. He was leaning against the edge of the counter with his muscular arms folded against his chest and a grim expression on his face that was totally unreadable. Was he upset that she had feelings for his father?
"Yes, I do have feelings for Bruce, but I'm not sure what exactly they are or what to do about them," she admitted.
Donna reached across the table, placing her hand on top of her sister's. "What do you want to do?"
"I'm not sure," Diana confessed with a sigh as she stared at her coffee cup. "I had broached the notion of us to Bruce several months ago and he shot me down."
"He shot you down?" Donna practically yelled, clearly upset about the revelation.
"I'm not surprised," Dick bit out as he began cracking eggs. "What did he do? Give you a list of reasons why it would never work?"
Diana sat up straighter in her chair as she stared at Dick in stunned disbelief. "How did you know? Did he tell you?"
"No, it's because I know Bruce," Dick said with a grunt. "Let me guess—never mix business with pleasure or my mission comes before happiness."
"Close," Diana replied, holding up a finger for each reason that he had listed off to her that night. "Dating within the League always leads to disaster, I'm an immortal princess from a mythical island and he's a rich kid with lots of issues, and…this is my personal favorite…my enemies might try to get to me if they knew I had someone special in my life."
Dick and Donna both burst into laughter with the ridiculous reasons causing Diana to instantly prickle with anger. She didn't come here to bash Bruce or to make fun of his issues. She'd only wanted some advice about what to do about her feelings for him.
Sensing her displeasure, Donna held up a hand in an attempt to assuage her ire. "We're not laughing at Bruce, Di," she reassured her. "It's just that the last reason he gave was completely ludicrous. Does he not remember who you are? You're the most powerful woman in the whole world."
"Yah, Di," Dick agreed as he poured himself a cup of coffee. "It's true Bruce does have plenty of issues that he wrestles with on a daily basis, but I'm sure the two of you could work through anything that came your way. Nobody can handle him better than you except for Alfred."
"It doesn't matter because he obviously doesn't have any feelings for me," Diana interjected, cupping her chin with her hand as her elbow came to rest on top of the table.
Dick and Donna glanced at each other, sharing a knowing look. "I wouldn't go that far, Di," Donna said.
"I would have to agree with Troia," Dick quickly added as he brought them each a plate of eggs. "Bruce didn't just come up with that list of reasons off the top of his head like that. He's not like that."
A raven eyebrow arched as she studied Dick for a long moment, trying to decide if he was telling her the truth. "You really think so?" she asked.
"Definitely," he said with a definitive nod as he sat down between the sisters with his own plate of breakfast. "Look, Di. I've known Bruce since I was a kid. He analyzes everything to death…even his love life. He'll study and question it from every angle. He has obviously been thinking a lot about you if he came up with a whole list of reasons that the two of you shouldn't date."
"Maybe," she muttered with a sigh as she poked at her eggs with the tines of her fork, still feeling uncertain about it.
She understood what Dick was saying, knew in her heart that that was just the way Bruce was. The problem was trying to reconcile it all with the way that he acted towards her. He was always so dismissive towards her, annoyed by her appearance and anxious for the moment that she left.
Donna glanced at Dick, wishing there was something they could do to cheer her sister up. "Don't give up, Diana," she encouraged her sister. "I'm sure things will work out with Bruce."
"I don't even know for sure what 'it' is that I feel for him," Diana thoughtfully replied. "I know it's definitely more than friendship, but I'm not sure it's really love. I mean I think it is, but what if it's not?"
"Just trust yourself and follow your heart," Donna told her. "If it's meant to be, it'll all work out between you."
"Just know that if you pursue this with him, you'll have an uphill battle on your hands," Dick warned her. "He has a thick outer shell that seems impossible to crack through, but it's not hopeless. If anyone can get through to him, it'll be you, Di. He responds to you in a way that I've never seen before."
She gave him a small smile, appreciating their encouragement. "I'm not sure about that, but thanks for the vote of confidence."
"He desperately needs someone like you," Dick said with heartfelt sincerity. "It's true that he and I haven't always gotten along and he can really be a pain in the ass at times, but he has a good heart. No one in this world deserves to have happiness and love more than Bruce."
Diana felt her heart melt as she thought about Bruce. She couldn't agree more with Dick's words. He could push her to the point that she wanted to throttle him, but, at the same time, there were so many other things about him that made her insides tingle and her heart race.
Dick and Donna noticed the dreamy expression that graced the Amazon princess's face, the emotion that permeated her eyes. They grinned at each other, both knowing they were probably going to have to give their two favorite people a little push in the right direction, but it would all be worth it in the end.
"I've intruded on you two long enough," Diana decided as she stood to her feet, pushing her chair back as well as her uneaten breakfast.
"You're not intruding," Dick insisted. "I have to get going soon anyway. I've got a shift in Blüdhaven soon."
"And I have monitor duty," Donna added.
"See?" Diana pointed out. "Perfect reason to give you some alone time before you have to leave to start your day."
"Call me later," Donna told her. "We'll meet up for lunch and shopping. I'm in dire need of some new shoes."
"Really, Troia?" Dick questioned her.
"It depends on the case Bruce and I are working on together right now," Diana replied.
Dick looked at Diana with shock written all over his face. "Bruce is letting you work on a case with him?"
"Yes…why?" she asked with a frown.
"That's huge," Dick told her. "Bruce never lets anyone help him on a case. That right there speaks volumes about his feelings for you, Diana."
"I don't know, Dick," Diana countered with a shake of her head. "I didn't exactly give him a choice on it. He tried several times to keep me away, but I refused to leave. I basically gave him no other option."
"Doesn't matter, Di," Dick said with a grin. "He'd still find a way to do it without you if he didn't want you there."
"If you say so," she responded, clearly still unconvinced. "Thanks you two. I'll see you later."
"Bye, Di," Donna called as Diana left, turning to Dick. "Bruce is head over heels in love with my sister, isn't he?"
"Absolutely," Dick agreed. "If I hadn't been convinced before, I definitely am now after talking to Diana. Bruce letting her help him on this case is so huge."
Donna sighed as she took Dick's hand in hers. "I'm just worried he's going to end up hurting her," she admitted. "I know Bruce is a good man at heart, but he is really broken. Is he going to be able to give her everything that she deserves?"
"He will if she can get him to open his eyes to what he has right in front of him," he decided.
"She's in love with him," Donna revealed. "I can feel how her heart races when she talks about him, the way her eyes practically sparkle. I think deep down she's afraid of being rejected by him again. It's easier to pretend she's not in love with him than it is to admit it and accept it."
Dick squeezed her hand in understanding. "Don't worry, Troia," he gently said. "I'm sure they'll figure it out."
"I guess so," she replied, standing to her feet to stand beside him.
Dick pushed his chair back with a crooked grin, his hands coming to rest on either side of her hips. "You guess so?" he huskily questioned her. "Don't you have more faith in me than that?"
She smirked as she moved to straddle his lap, her hands coming to rest on his muscular chest. "Maybe I need a little reassuring," she flirted, leaning in to nip at his bottom lip.
His hands worked their way beneath the edge of his t-shirt she was wearing, breakfast completely forgotten for the moment. "You know I think you do," he agreed. "As much as I love seeing you in my t-shirt, I think I love seeing you out of it even more."
Donna lifted her arms above her head, allowing him to lift the shirt off her body before tossing it onto the kitchen floor. "Hmmm…I can feel just how much you love seeing me naked."
He groaned as she ground her hips against him, his lips capturing hers in a heated kiss as his hands roamed over her back. He savored the softness of her skin and the press of her full breasts against his chest. He needed to be skin against skin with her again, to be deep inside of her where he'd just been a few hours ago.
Picking her up, he carried his lover to the bathroom, deciding that sharing a shower with her was a definite necessity now, especially seeing how they both needed to be leaving here soon.
A/N: Well, we've learned a little more about the thief, but there is still so much more that will be coming out about him. Bruce and Diana...what can I say? They're definitely a hot mess, but I'm sure they'll figure it out eventually, right? Thank you all for reading and reviewing! You keep me writing. :)