Here's an update for you lovely people. I promised a friend I'd get an update to this story before I went to bed, and I try to make good on my promises. I hope you all enjoy this.

DISCLAIMER: AS ALWAYS, I DON'T OWN THESE CHARACTERS.

March 24. 8:15

Diana quietly sat in her seat, her back gently resting against the soft cushion covering the bench, as she stared at her tablet in her hand. It was the morning of the press release regarding Wayne Enterprise's deal with Lexcorp, and she, along with Bruce, Lucius Fox, and three other members of her security team, were flying to Metropolis.

They had all met at the airport at seven that morning, exhausted and anxious for what lie ahead, but the closer they got to Metropolis, the more evident it was how nervous everyone was. "So what exactly do you want me to do?"

Diana looked up, her eyes meeting those of Sterling Kakos, her newest hire. His brown eyes widened and Diana could see he was terrified; had she been him, she probably would have felt the same. This was a big deal, and he was still fairly new, but she knew he could do the job. She wouldn't have brought him otherwise. "You'll be on the stage with me and Mr. Wayne," she explained, turning her tablet so he could view the layout of the area. "I'll be with Mr. Wayne while he talks to the press. While I'm down here," she said, circling the area where the press would be congregating, "I need you to go here and make sure everything is in order." Again, she circled an area on the layout, showing Sterling exactly where she wanted him to be.

She watched as he nodded, finally understanding his task, before he popped a piece of gum into his mouth and chewed it nervously. This was a big deal for him, and he was worried he would screw it up. "You'll be fine," Diana said, gently placing her hand on top of his, flashing him a smile.

She turned towards the other two men seated in front of her, unaware of the person sitting a few rows back, studying her every move. "Paul," she said, turning towards the blonde sitting across from her. She watched as he finished chewing the energy bar in his hand and brushed the crumbs off his slacks, before he nodded. "I need you to find Captain Ronald Paton. His precinct is sparing a few extra officers for this and I want to make sure we're all on the same page." She turned to the last man, who was situated in between Sterling and Paul. Xavier McKinnis was a short ex-cop from Boston. He had an attitude and sometimes Diana could tell he hated that she was in charge, but he had experience with crowd control, so it was in her best interest to put aside her feelings for the man and bring him along.

"McKinnis," she said, addressing him for the first time since they had boarded Bruce's plane. "You are on crowd control. You need to make sure the press stays behind the line, and any and all protestors remain outside of our perimeter."

"You got it boss," he mumbled, stopping when Paul nudged him in the ribs. "Sorry," was all he said, as he stood from his seat at the small conference table and walked back to the main area of the plane.

"Diana, don't worry about him," Paul began. He stood from his seat and offered the woman a smile, hoping she wouldn't get too discouraged with Xavier. "He'll do his job. He's too much of a showoff not to."

Diana let out a small chuckle, nodding at Paul as she watched Sterling stand beside him. The two walked out of the room and back to their seats, trying to get in some last minute sleep before they landed in Metropolis, leaving Diana alone to go over each and every detail of her plan. She was nervous, and she hoped things would go smooth. If not for her, than for Bruce. He had a lot riding on this deal: new technology for the Gotham Police Department, and his reputation. She didn't want to do anything that would screw this up for him.

She continued to mess with her tablet, reading over the notes Lucius had sent her last night for the billionth time, before a notification popped up on the corner of the screen. She quickly tapped it, opening up the email without another thought, too engrossed in her plan's details to be bothered to look at the sender. However, when she saw Bruce's name flash across the email, and the message accompanying it, her eyes widened.

From: Wayne, Bruce

Subject: Metropolis flight

You know, there's something about a woman in charge that is just positively sexy.

~Bruce

Diana looked up and scanned the room, her eyes narrowing when she saw Bruce in the corner on his laptop, his lips curled into a grin as his eyes remained glued to the screen in front of him. When had he come into the room? Had he been watching her the entire time she was debriefing the guys? She shook her head and turned her attention back to her tablet, before she typed out her reply.

From: Prince, Diana

Subject: Re:Metropolis Flight

I am trying to work, Mr. Wayne. I would very much appreciate it if you let me do my job.

She quickly sent her reply, her eyes glancing over the table at Bruce, watching for his reaction, however the ding from her tablet had informed her she had received another email.

From: Wayne, Bruce

Subject: Re:Re: Metropolis Flight

You're trying very hard to work, when I know what you'd much rather be doing. I can tell you're nervous, and I know the perfect solution to that.

~Bruce

Diana widened her eyes in disbelief. She hit the button to reply, ready to set Bruce straight when she received another email from him. She raised an eyebrow, glancing up at the man who was still focused on the screen in front of him. If anyone were to have come into the room, they wouldn't be none the wiser that Bruce Wayne was flirting with Diana through their company emails. She quickly discarded the draft she had begun and opened Bruce's newest email, her nose scrunching when she read the message.

From: Wayne, Bruce

Subject: Re:Re: Metropolis Flight

Or you can go hang out with Mr. Kakos, since you seem to be friendly with him.

Diana shook her head and let out a small chuckle. Was Bruce jealous? She quickly typed her reply and sent it.

From: Prince, Diana

Subject: Re:Re:Re: Metropolis Flight

Is that a hint of jealousy I am detecting? Maybe I'm not the only one who is nervous.

She watched as Bruce's eyes scrolled across the screen reading her email, before she smirked and hit the reply button again. She typed her message as fast as her fingers would allow and sent it, watching Bruce's face as he received the message.

From: Prince, Diana

Subject: Re:Re:Re Metropolis Flight

Tell me, Mr. Wayne: Are you a part of the mile high club?

Diana bit her lip in anticipation, watching as Bruce read her message, before he cleared his throat and looked up, finally catching her eyes with his. Without a word, he shut his laptop and stood from his seat. He quickly left the room, glancing at Diana as he opened the door, before he walked down the aisle towards the back of the plane.

Diana took a deep breath and let out a sigh. She needed to be focusing on her job, focusing on the task at hand, but now that Bruce and that perfect body of his had invaded her thoughts, she couldn't think of anything else besides him. She quickly locked her tablet and placed it on the table, before she stood from her seat and made her way to the door, quietly walking out.

She quickly looked over to the left and saw all three of her men asleep, trying to get in some last minute rest before their long day. At the front of the plane sat Lucius, who was buried in his own stack of paperwork. She let out a small sigh and shook her head, unable to believe what she was doing, before she turned to walk towards the back of the plane. "Bruce," she whispered, turning the corner, looking for the man who had sparked something she wouldn't be able to get rid of until she had him.

She walked through another door, still in shock at how big Bruce's private jet was, when someone reached out to grab her arm. She opened her mouth to yelp in surprise, but the sound was muffled by Bruce's mouth on hers, as he pinned her to the now closed door. "You're a terrible man," Diana said with a grin, watching as Bruce began to unbutton her shirt.

"I don't see you stopping me," he said, before he began to assault the exposed skin of her chest and neck with kisses, leaving her speechless. "Besides, we're both anxious about today, and we could use a de-stresser," he said against her skin, smirking to himself when she released a small groan.

"What if someone sees us?" Diana asked, unable to stop her hands from unbuttoning his pants. She watched as he let his pants slide down to his knees before his hands reached down to unbutton her pants, gently sliding them off her body.

"No one comes back here," was all he said, before he crashed his lips onto hers, shoving his tongue into her mouth, silencing the gasp she released. His hands worked fast as they moved to rid her of her shirt and underwear. He knew this was going to have to be quick and quiet, but when he saw the way she was grabbing at his body, wrapping her bare legs around his waist, he didn't think she would mind.

He felt her hands finish unbuttoning his shirt, before she slid the shirt off his body, letting her hands firmly grasp his shoulders. He pulled down his boxers, a smirk forming on his face when Diana's grip on his shoulders grew tighter. He carefully reached down to his sagging pants, pulled the small foil package out of his pocket, and ripped it open. "You were planning this," Diana said, gasping when she felt Bruce's hand inch dangerously close to where she wanted him the most.

He responded with a kiss to her chest. He listened to her let out another small gasp, as he continued his trail of kisses up her nearly naked body. He placed a kiss on the top of her breast, glaring at the fabric that was keeping the rest of her body hidden from him, before he rolled on the thin layer of protection. Without another word he thrust into her, a smirk on his face when she shut her eyes tightly, trying to hold back the moan she so desperately wanted to release. He watched as she bit her bottom lip, trying to keep herself from calling out his name as he pulled out and thrust back into her hard.

He continued his slow torture, letting out a small gasp as he kissed the exposed skin of her body. "I'm not going to stop until I get a moan from you," he whispered against her neck, thrusting into her once more. He watched as she shook her head, taking in a sharp breath when his hand reached in between them, his fingers gently grazing the bundle of nerves that forced her body to go into overdrive. "Diana," he said with a groan. His eyes shut and he placed his forehead against hers when he felt her body clench around him. He let out a small moan as he continued his movements, chuckling when Diana's hand clasped around his mouth, trying to keep him silent.

"You're going to get us caught," she whispered through gritted teeth.

Bruce shrugged as he sped up his movements, a grin on his face when Diana finally let out a small moan, unable to keep herself quiet any longer. "Stop being so stubborn," he said, clenching her thigh. He watched as Diana threw her head back, letting out another moan, his grin growing wider. He grasped her hips firmly in his hands, letting his fingers dig into the skin he found, as he quickened his pace even more. He knew it was only a matter of time before he was done for, but he would not be the first to finish. He would make sure of that.

Without a word he wrapped his arms around her body and turned her away from the door, watching with a smirk as she opened her eyes, confused. He walked her to the bed and gently dropped her to the mattress, before he pounced on top of her, burying himself into the warmth of her body as she let out a gasp, surprised by his sudden change of position. He grabbed her arms, letting his hands pin her wrists to the bed, giving her a devilish grin as he continued to quicken his pace.

Diana, unable to help herself, let out another moan, as she wrapped her legs around him tighter. She knew what he was doing. He was trying to be the one in control, he wanted to be the one to call the shots. He had tried to do this every time they had had sex. But she wasn't like every other woman he had been with. She liked to challenge him, and the way his body would react when she did, made her realize he liked it too.

He bent down to kiss her. Diana took this as her chance and gently bit his lip, startling him, forcing him to pull back and release one of her hands. Without another thought, she pushed him to the side, watching as he fell onto the mattress, before she climbed on top of him. "Well, I do like this view," he said with a smirk, as he gently placed his hands back on her hips, groaning when she sunk onto him.

Diana smirked in return, glancing down at the man as she moved her hips once more. "Good," was all she said, as she leaned down to kiss him. She continued to tease him with slow movements, listening to him groan, silently asking for more. She ignored his requests, instead deciding to torture the man as he had done minutes prior. Bruce, however, had other plans. He quickly raised his hips, earning another gasp from the woman above him. He continued his movements, watching with dark eyes as her breathing began to quicken. His quick and hard thrusts paired with her slow grinding soon made them both break down, calling each other's names, their cries and moans muffled only by their connected mouths.

They both laid on the bed, staring at the ceiling. Their heavy breathing was the only sounds heard within the room. "Feel better?" Bruce asked, turning to face her. His lips curled into a smirk when he noticed the faint hue of red on her cheeks, among other places, the blood having rushed throughout her body during their latest session of sex.

"Much," Diana responded. She wiped the sweat from her brow and took in a deep breath as she turned to face him, carefully watching as his hand fell onto her bare hip. She felt his fingers carefully graze the skin he found, delicately outlining the curve from her hip to her upper thigh. He did this often. She didn't know why he did it, nor did it bug her. In fact, she found after the third or so time of him doing this, she enjoyed it. It was his way of committing her body into his memory.

"Good," he mumbled, dropping his hand as he rolled over to the edge of the bed. He carefully placed his feet on the floor and stood, discarding the condom before he bent down to pull up the boxers still laying around his ankles.

He heard her roll off the other side of the bed and stand. He quickly bent down and picked up his discarded pants and shirt, mentally kicking himself for not gently setting it aside when he saw how wrinkled the items now were. He quickly pulled on his shirt, buttoning it up and pulled up his pants. He turned to face Diana, wanting to ask her an important question, however all form of intelligible language disappeared when he saw her standing besides him. She had pulled her hair out of her tight bun, letting it cascade down her nearly bare back. A few loose strands found themselves draped across her face, sticking to her forehead which was still damp from moments earlier.

He watched, a smile on his face, as she bent down to retrieve the underwear from the floor, a sigh of relief escaping her lips when she realized he hadn't torn them in two - the same could not be said for a few of her other pairs, which had been met with an untimely demise at the hands of Bruce. She quickly stepped into the pair, pulling the thin fabric over her long legs, before she bent down to pick up her discarded slacks, which were now just as wrinkled as Bruce's attire. She carefully pulled them on, buttoning them, before she bent down to pick up the shirt near the edge of the bed. When she stood, she pulled an arm through the shirt, her gaze moving up to meet Bruce's. She stopped when she noticed him staring.

"What? What's wrong?" she asked. She instinctively wiped a hand across her cheek, wondering if there was something on her face, before she watched Bruce shake his head. He began to blush, embarrassed he had been caught staring at her, before he turned towards the door and finished buttoning his pants, making sure to tuck the end of his shirt into his slacks.

When he glanced over his shoulder, he saw Diana tucking her now buttoned shirt into her slacks as well, before she grabbed her hair and pulled it back into a high ponytail. "You should get ready," he said, opening the door to the room. "We'll be landing soon." He walked out of the room, glancing around, before he turned to face Diana once more. "Let's go."

"Bruce!"

"Mr. Wayne, over here."

"Bruce Wayne, the man of the hour!"

The press continued to crowd the barricade holding them back, each trying to get an exclusive from Gotham's billionaire playboy, who had decided to show up in Metropolis today. Bruce, having grown up in the public eye, merely waved to the reporters, flashing a smile as the dozens of cameras flashed, trying to get the best photo for the next morning's edition. He knew what these reporters wanted - a few forced smiles for pictures wasn't going to kill him. The same, however, could not be said for Diana, who was standing next to Bruce, trying to hide the grimace on her face. She was never fond of big crowds doting over her, and although her mother was somewhat famous back home, she had never had to deal with anything like this.

"Mr. Wayne! A word, please?"

Bruce turned towards another flashing camera, his smile growing wider when he noticed the beautiful woman who had called his name. He gave her a nod and waved her over, watching as Diana flared her nostrils. Had her eyes not been covered by the sunglasses she currently wore, he could've sworn she would be able to burn a hole through the back of his head. Was she jealous?

Bruce watched as the woman gave him a smile, before she walked past the line of police, pulling another large man behind her. "Mr. Wayne, it's nice to meet you again," she said, before she turned to face Diana. Diana did a once over of the woman, her hands crossing over her chest as she pulled her jacket closer to her body. She watched as the woman flashed Bruce a smile, before she pulled on the sleeve of her purple jacket. "Lois Lane," she said to Diana, extending a hand towards her.

Diana gently shook her hand, watching as the woman gave her a small nod, causing her black hair to bounce gently. She flashed Diana a grin, letting her eyes wander over the woman in front of her, her violet eyes taking in Diana's guarded position.

"Ms. Lane," Bruce said, placing a hand on Diana's shoulder. "This is my head of security, Diana Prince," he explained, watching as Diana dropped Lois' hand, her attention turning towards the large framed man behind Ms. Lane.

Lois nodded, before she turned and placed a hand on the chest of the man behind her. He was tall, over six foot, and his shoulders were more broad than Bruce's. His dark hair was neat and in place, and the large pair of glasses on his face did nothing to hide the beautiful shade of blue in his irises. "This is Clark Kent," she explained to the both of them. "He's new at the Daily Planet, so I'm taking him under my wing." She looked up at Bruce and cocked an eyebrow. "You remember what that's like, don't you, Mr. Wayne?"

Bruce let out a nervous chuckle as he began to rub the back of his neck, trying to find a way out of this awkward conversation. He could see Clark stiffen in front of him, and the way Diana's fingers were digging into her arms let him know he needed to change the subject, and fast. "Times have changed Ms. Lane," he explained, "Besides, I believe you were the one who broke up with me." He watched as Lois let out a chuckle, gently placing her hand on Clark's arm, silently letting him know there was nothing to worry about. "Now, I assume you're here for a story."

This time Clark stepped forward, the grip on the pen in his hand growing tighter. "Why is Wayne Enterprises partnering with Lexcorp?" he asked, the deep tone in his voice startling Lois. "Should the people be worried about a monopoly?"

Bruce raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms over his chest. He was used to reporters hounding him for his business dealings, but that didn't mean he enjoyed being criticized. He opened his mouth to speak, however Lois beat him to it. "What I think Smallville here is asking is, why partner with Luthor? Wayne Enterprises is one of the leading corporations in the world. What could either of you possibly benefit from a merger."

Bruce shook his head and let out a chuckle. "I understand your concerns, Ms. Lane, and really I'm touched." He watched as both Lois and Clark rolled their eyes, but what really made him smirk was the look he was getting from Diana. He knew if he could see her eyes, she would've rolled them as well. "But I can assure you, a merger between Lexcorp and Wayne Enterprises is not happening here today, nor in the distant future."

He watched as Clark wrote down a few notes before he looked up at Bruce. Clark pushed his thin framed glasses, which had begun to slide off his nose, back up and let out a sigh. "So then what business does Wayne Enterprises have with Luthor?" he asked harshly. Lex Luthor and his company had ruined his family's farm a few years back, something his parents were never able to come back from. Once his father had passed, the debt had been too much for his mother, forcing her to sell the property that had been in the family for generations. If there was one person he hated most in the world, it was Lex Luthor.

Bruce turned to glance at Diana, watching as she dropped her hands from her chest. He knew Lucius had told her the real reason behind this deal, and although she hadn't said anything to him about it, he knew she was still as apprehensive as Kent was. "It's no secret that Lex Luthor is…..less than a moral man," he began, placing his hand on his chin as he thought about his next approach. He knew publicly shaming Luthor could mean the end of their bargain, but he didn't want the people to think he was as corrupt as Lex. "Lexcorp has the technology and weapons Gotham Police Department is in desperate need of. I'm sure you all are aware of the crime rates rising in the city." Both Lois and Clark nodded and their eyes narrowed as Bruce continued, "The governor refuses to help, refuses to raise the budget, so I stepped in. If Wayne Enterprises had the technology we needed, I wouldn't be here, but I refuse to let another child become an orphan because I was worried what someone would think of a business dealing." He glanced over his shoulder, watching as Diana's face softened. Her hand went to her ear as she listened to something come through her earpiece, before she nodded and mumbled something back.

"Mr. Wayne," she finally said, having remained quiet during this whole ordeal, "It's time." She quickly nodded to both Lois and Clark, before she placed a hand on Bruce's back, leading him away from the two and the rest of the two walked towards the stage set up before them, taking notice of Lex Luthor and his own team of security. To the right of Lex stood Sterling, who was busy looking around the area, trying to make sure he did a good job and made Diana proud.

"Is someone a little jealous?" Bruce whispered to Diana, flashing a smirk the reporters thought was for them, but Diana knew better. She knew he was trying to get under her skin. She knew he was trying to get her riled up, only to swoop in later for another de-stresser.

"There's nothing to be jealous of," she stated calmly. She watched as his smirk faltered when she didn't take the bait, prompting a grin of her own to appear on her face. "Besides, I think if you tried anything with Ms. Lane, Mr. Kent would have thrown you clear across Metropolis."

Bruce let out a genuine laugh, the sound coming from deep in his chest. "Well I suppose it's a good thing I was calm enough not to challenge him," he said with another smirk, watching as Diana tried her hardest not to laugh. "By the way, you should wear those more often. You look sexy." He didn't give her a chance to respond, as he climbed the stairs and walked up to the podium. He made sure Diana took a seat to his left, before Lex stood and walked up and joined Bruce at the podium.

"Good morning everyone," Bruce began, giving the crowd a smile, before he turned towards Lex and offered him a polite nod. "Wayne Enterprises and Lexcorp have an announcement that we wanted to share with everyone."

Diana drowned out Bruce's speech as she continued to glance over the crowd. She had heard Bruce practice this speech the other night when he thought she was asleep, and she knew there were still people wanting to hurt him. Her eyes scanned the crowd, quickly finding a small group near the end of the police barricade. In their hands they held picket signs and banners - no doubt some of the protestors Lucius had warned her of.

Her hand went up to her earpiece and she pressed her mic discretely, not wanting to disturb anyone who was watching Bruce. "McKinnis," she began. She watched as Sterling turned to face her, glancing over Lucius.

"Yeah boss," Xavier said, his disgruntled voice coming through the earpiece.

Diana ignored it as she continued to watch the protesters start to get angry with the police holding the barricades. "Will you and Paul see what's going on with the group on the east end, near the newspaper stand?"

She watched as Sterling's head whipped to the right, his eyes narrowing as the group began to get more routy. They began to push the cops, throwing their signs in the air, gaining the attention of a few of the reporters near the back. Diana continued to watch as Paul and Xavier walked up to the crowd, Captain Paton and a few uniformed officers behind them. They began to argue with the officers, gaining more attention from the surrounding reporters. Soon, even Lex was watching them, as he slowly backed away from Bruce, knowing something was bound to happen.

Diana's eyes narrowed as she continued to watch the crowd fight with the officers, their confrontation soon becoming physical as one protestor swung at an officer and hit him in the jaw. However, as Diana turned to glance down the row of reporters in front of Bruce, she realized it had all been a distraction. The woman in front of Bruce raised her hand, the barrel of the gun sticking out of the arm of her jacket, pointing it at Bruce as he continued to speak. Diana was out of her chair in a matter of moments, tackling Bruce to the floor behind the podium as the deafening sound of the gunshot ripped throughout the streets of Metropolis. She landed on top of him, her sunglasses falling to the floor with the force of them hitting the ground. Her eyes gazed into his startled ones, before they both looked at the bullet hole in the cement beam behind where Bruce had been standing seconds before.

"It's a trap," was all Paul said, as the sound of more gunshots were heard, coupled with the screaming from the reporters and photographers, who were all trying to escape.

Diana watched as Sterling jumped to the floor with Lucius, as a few members of Luthor's security team quickly took him off the stage, each of them returning fire as they ran towards the waiting limo. Diana watched as Sterling took out his gun and began to shoot towards the crowd. His teeth gritted as each bullet left his gun. She watched as Lucius covered his ears, trying to drown out the deafening sounds of the gunfire around him, before she looked down to see Bruce still under her, staring at her, silently asking her what had happened. The back of his head was bleeding from hitting the floor, but other than that he seemed unharmed. "What's happening out there, guys?" she asked, pulling her gun from its hidden spot under her jacket. She quickly glanced around the podium they hid behind, watching as both Xavier and Paul stood behind a police car, exchanging fire with a few of the protestors.

"It was a setup," Xavier screamed into his mic, shooting a protestor in the leg.

Diana shot her gun at the woman who was continuing to shoot the podium, hitting her in the stomach. She watched as she went down, before she turned to see Sterling still trying to guard Lucius. "You!" Diana exclaimed, pointing towards two members of Luthor's security team he had left behind. She watched as the two men locked eyes with her, the fear in their face evident as they hid behind a few chairs. "Get that man to safety." She pointed at Lucius, watching as they nodded and ran to him. One of the men grabbed Lucius and dragged him off the stage while the other covered him, as well as Sterling, who made his way over to the podium that was still covering Bruce and Diana.

"Diana," he began, glancing over the top of the podium, only to shrink back down to safety when a barrage of bullets flew his way.

Diana placed her hand on his leg, forcing his attention on her. "You get Mr. Wayne to that limo," she said, pointing to the car a few feet away from them. "I'll cover you."

"Diana," Bruce began, stopping when she shook her head. They watched as the sunglasses that had fallen when she tackled him were pounded with bullets, before he looked her in the eyes.

"Go," was all she said, before she stood and began firing. She watched as Sterling ran with Bruce towards the limo, shooting off the last two bullets in his gun, before they jumped into the unlocked limo. She watched as Sterling started the car and drove off, not bothering to get directions on where to go.

She quickly jumped off the stage and rushed over to where Paul and Xavier still were, the gun still tightly gripped in her hands. She watched as the two, along with a few other officers, continued to fire at the men and women across the street, each ducking behind a cement police barricade to reload. She watched as Paul stood, ready to return fire once more, however he had miscalculated his timing, and was rewarded with a bullet to the chest.

"Paul!" she screamed, rushing over to the man, ignoring the pain that was now searing through her own body. She jumped behind the police barricade, shooting over her shoulder once more, a grimace on her face as she watched one of the men fall to the floor. She quickly knelt down next to her fallen officer and took off her jacket, using it to apply pressure to the bleeding wound in Paul's chest. "Hey, you're going to be alright," she said, trying to sound confident, however they were running out of ammunition, and they were running out of time.

Xavier bent down to the two, carefully taking Diana's place in applying pressure to Paul's wound, before she stood and shot once more. She knew why he had done this, even though it hurt his ego to admit it; she was a better shot than him, and if they stood any chance at getting out of this, it would be because of her.

She watched as another protestor went down gripping his leg, before she shot once more, the faint click in her gun letting her know she had run out of ammunition. She quickly looked around at the other officers, who were all scrambling to find any ammunition. They had run out of bullets, and they had run out of time. She knew it was over, they had lost…..or least it would have been, if not for the sirens that began to blare from down the street.

Diana looked towards her left, staring at Captain Paton, who only breathed a sigh of relief as the gunfire began to slow, before it ceased all together. The sirens got closer and when Diana peaked over the barricade and saw that the police cruisers had stopped in between them and the remaining three protesters, who now stood with their hands raised in surrender, she knew she could relax and breathe a sigh of relief. That was, until Paul's groan on the floor reminded her their fight was not yet over.

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