Chapter 25

Gotham; March 28th, 01:15 EST

Flying through the night sky, I can see the bright glow of lights that I know is Gotham steadily coming into view. It brings a small smile to my lips and a sense of warmth to my heart. I never dreamed that this city would become home to me or that its vigilant protector would somehow manage to infiltrate my heart.

Thinking of him brings mixed emotions ranging from deepening love to an unsettling feeling of guilt that I can't seem to escape. It wraps me as if I'm caught in a snare, tightening around me the more I struggle against it. My refusal to talk about what happened to me is creating an ever-widening chasm between us that I can't begin to traverse or eradicate, one that we both pretend doesn't exist but can't help but feel.

Talking about what I experienced isn't going to make it any better nor will it erase the fury-filled memories or the dark hostility that now occupies my soul. I trust Bruce with my life and yet the thought of telling him everything scares me spitless. I'm not afraid of facing the worst that the world can offer but telling the man that I love how humiliated and broken I was for those five days causes a panic in me that is nearly paralyzing.

I also know that if he knew the extent of what I endured it would end up eating him up inside. I know Bruce. He would internalize it all, never looking at me the same ever again. I already catch him staring at me sometimes with a sorrowful, faraway look in his eyes and I know that he's thinking about it, revisiting those five days and breaking every part of it down to see what went wrong…why it took him so long to find me…why he couldn't keep it from happening to me.

Approaching the top of a building that I know he frequents this time of night, I still find myself anxious to see him, the flutter of butterfly wings in the pit of my stomach erupting in excited anticipation. I missed him today. I find it becoming a little easier to admit that I need him and that I long to see him.

He makes me feel sane when it seems like everything around me is spiraling out of control. It's amazing how a man who has so many perceived issues and quirks would be my rock, but maybe it's because he understands all too well what I've been struggling with. He knows those dark depths that I've been plunged to and how difficult it is to claw my way back out of that abyss.

As I draw closer, I decide to see if I can sneak up on him, an insurmountable feat that I have yet to accomplish, but that hasn't deterred me in the least. If anything, it has made me that much more determined to get the drop on him for nothing more than the sheer pleasure and satisfaction of seeing the look of surprise on his face.

I come in high to avoid creating too much of an air current, silently floating the rest of the way down. I spot the Dark Knight perched on his usual gargoyle at the opposite end of the roof, a dark smudge that easily blends in with his surroundings. I can feel the corners of my lips begin to creep up as the toe of my red boot makes contact with the rooftop.

I have finally accomplished the impossible. I have—

"What are you doing here, Princess?"

—failed once again.

The gruffness of his voice is like sharp gravel against my skin and yet it causes my desire for him to intensify. He's all jagged edges and unapologetic brazenness, strength and a hidden charm that creates such a powerful sexual aura. While his forbidding, icy exterior typically offends and turns others away, I've always felt myself drawn to him.

"I'm sorry to interrupt," I playfully begin, feeling the urge to flirt tonight in order to help lighten the brooding mood that I can feel emanating off him. "I just stopped by because I was anxious to see someone in Gotham."

"Oh, really?" he bluntly states, and I can tell by the rigid set of his shoulders that he's not willing to play along with me…at least not yet. This kidnapping case is consuming him, knowing his friend's missing daughter is out here somewhere enduring only Hera knows what.

"Yes, he's very dark and intriguing," I continue to tease, wishing that he would at least turn around to look at me. "He dresses like a bat and flies from one rooftop to another by a rope."

"You don't say?"

I smile to myself as I notice him beginning to relax minutely. I'm getting through to him. "He is very sexy," I reply with a sultry lilt, my hands finding my hips. "I think I kind of like him."

"It's pretty dangerous to like a guy who dresses up like a bat," he rasps something dark and otherworldly. "You should probably find someone better to spend your time with."

"Hmmm…perhaps you're right," I coyly tease him, my finger coming to rest against my lips as I pretend to think about his suggestion.

"I am?"

I stifle the laughter I feel bubbling up inside of me as he turns his head to the side, a faint tremor of panic lacing his voice. It's not something that many would have noticed, but I know this man better than anyone and I notice it. I have him right where I want him.

"Yah, I mean maybe I should broaden my horizons…shoot for the stars as they say," I thoughtfully reveal. "What is that popular saying? Sow some wild oats?"

I barely pick up on a faint chuckle and I know that I've got him now. "Sow some wild oats?"

"Yes, you know…play in the hay and take a roll in the barn and all that."

There is no mistaking the deep, throaty laughter that escapes this time, so incongruous with the menacing uniform that he wears every night. "It's play in the barn and roll in hay, princess."

The deep baritone of his voice has lost a small measure of its original gruffness, but there is still a dark, underlying broodiness to him. "Either way, it sounds like fun," I decide, my tone light. "Maybe I'll see what that Kryptonian fellow is up to or you know that red head is kind of cute now that I think about it."

A definite low growl pierces the night air as he unexpectedly whirls on his heel faster than Flash could have, closing the distance between us in three long strides. His arms are around me in such a rough, possessive manner that I don't even have time to truly register what is happening before his lips are devouring mine.

My arms slip beneath his cape and around his waist, pulling myself flush against his Kevlar uniform. His utility belt digs into my abdomen, but I hardly care as his tongue thoroughly battles mine for control. Neither of us is willing to surrender tonight, the tangling of our tongues adding even more heat to the passionate moment that consumes us both.

He breaks the kiss, his breathing ragged and warm against my face as he holds me flush against him. "The red head is kind of cute?" he growls darkly, his tone threatening.

I bite at my bottom lip to try to contain my amusement. "I had to do something to get your attention."

"I could have done without the mention of the Kryptonian," he grounds out with a definite air of jealousy.

"I had pull out the big gun," I claim. "You were playing hard to get…and I always get what I want."

"Now that you've got me, what are you going to do about it?"

"This," I murmur, brushing my lips against his once more.

This kiss is slower but certainly no less passionate as I tease and nip at his lower lip, earning a throaty groan as my hands press more firmly against his upper back. We kiss and explore with our hands for several long moments, savoring the feel of each other as we take and give and imprint this moment in our memories to dwell on later when we're apart.

I pull back enough to press my forehead against his as we just hold each other there in the darkness and the shadows that surround us. The sounds of the city below us are a distant background noise that we both chose to ignore. "I missed you," I softly confess.

"I can tell," he replies with a slight twitch of his lips. "I missed you too. How was your mission?"

"Long," I admit with a weary sigh. "Moving natives out of the way of a monsoon doesn't exactly rank up there as one of my most favorite things to do."

"It is tedious, isn't it?"

"Definitely," I agree. "Especially when they feel the need to argue with you in their native tongue about wanting to take their pet donkey with them."

"I thought I smelled something a little off."

I lightly smack his shoulder with the back of my hand. "Oh, you do not either," I maintain in mock indignation. "How has your night been?"

"Slow for the most part," he reveals.

"No more leads on the missing girls?"

"No…nothing at all," he says with an abrasive edge to his voice that hints at his underlying frustration and fury over the situation. "It's as if they've all just disappeared into thin air. There's no sign of Emma anywhere. She was taken just like the others…no trace, no evidence. If anyone knows something, they're not talking. None of my usual informants have any information to give me."

I can't help but notice the way his jaw is clenched tightly, the muscles drawn tight with tension. All I want to do is hold him in my arms, to kiss him and to finally show him just how much I truly love him…to try to make it all better, but I can't right now.

His hand finds the side of my face, his fingers stroking my cheek and I can't help but melt into his touch. He leans forward, his lips finding mine in a gentle caress and I feel myself falling all over again. The kiss ends far too soon for my liking. I try to hide my disappointment, but I know that he sees it.

"What can I do to help you?"

"Nothing," he flatly states, loosening his hold on me, but he doesn't completely let me go.

"Come on," I reply, refusing to give up. "There has to be something I can do to help you find these missing girls."

"You know I don't want you out here in Gotham," he firmly reminds me. "You're already too close to this case without you being out here with me."

I pull out of his hold on me, moving past him to the edge of the building where he had just been a few moments ago. I can feel the wind begin to pull at the ends of my hair, causing the strands to whip as I cross my arms against my chest in a feeling of defiance. "You know I can help you find them," I insist.

"And you know how I feel about you being involved in this," he states, his voice returning to the gruff rasp he's so well-known for. "I don't even like you working on the case from the cave."

I close my eyes, drawing a deep breath in an effort to not lose my temper with him. It's more than difficult when we're rehashing the very same things that we've been arguing about for months now. "Why can't you understand that I need to help with this?" I question him.

"Why can't you understand that I need you as far away from this as possible?" he heatedly grinds out the question, suddenly standing so very close to me.

I didn't even realize that he had moved until he spoke again. I feel the brush of his cape against the back of my legs, the heat from his body against my back. The passion of the moment that we had just shared has cooled some as anger and frustration take its place, neither of us willing to back down.

"You keep trying to shield me from everything," I stubbornly remind him. "I don't need protecting. I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself."

"I know you can, but you haven't been taking care of yourself at all these last few months," he tells me. "You've been needlessly throwing yourself into dangerous situations on missions, you hardly eat and you sleep even less. You come home with more injuries every day. It's not like you, Diana."

I turn to face him, allowing my anger to reach my eyes as I give him a stony glare. "I am not needlessly throwing myself into situations," I snap. "I've been doing my duty. You know as well as I do that injuries come with the job. You come home all the time with injuries."

"We're not talking about me," he rasps. "We're talking about you."

"I just want to help you find these missing girls," I press. "Why won't you let me?"

Batman looks away from me, refusing to make any sort of eye contact. "I would have thought it was more than obvious why," he states, his tone giving me only a fleeting glimpse of the hurt he's carrying inside of him.

I decide to push it further, knowing it'll only upset him even more, but I'm finding it hard to care at this point because he's being so stubborn. I will not be controlled like this. "I guess I'll just have to go out on my own to see what I can do about finding these girls."

His head snaps back towards me as if he's just been slapped, his hands abruptly moving to grip my upper arms in a vice-like hold. "Don't you dare, Diana," he growls darkly. "Stay out of it and let me deal with this. It is my city and therefore my responsibility."

"I live here too, or have you forgotten that fact?"

He releases his hold on me, taking a step back as he pinches the bridge of his nose. "I'm not having this argument with you again," he angrily states. "You will stay out of it. End of story."

"You can't order me around, Batman," I utter with a sneer. "I'm not one of your sidekicks that you can tell what to do."

"Diana—"

"I have to go," I state before lifting into the sky.

I hear him curse under his breath, a heavy sigh escaping his lips and it tears at my heart. Why do we always end up like this lately? We can't seem to get along for very long before we end up arguing, one of us angrily storming away to nurse our wounds that invisible to the naked eye.

I fly straight to the manor, my anger bubbling beneath the surface. I'm sick of being treated like I can't take care of myself, needing a babysitter or being told what I can and cannot do. I am an Amazon warrior. I do not need anyone's permission to do anything. I can do what I want to do.

"Watchtower to Wonder Woman."

"Wonder Woman here," I reply.

"We've got a situation in Central City," Steel reveals. "Flash could use some backup."

"I'm on my way. Wonder Woman out."

I instantly change directions, anxious for something to do to get my mind off everything. Pouring all my emotions into a mission is all I feel I can do anymore. If they take this away from me, I'll have nothing left.

PRESENT DAY

Gotham; April 12th, 07:59 EST

I choke back the sob that rises in my throat as I race towards him. His wrists are handcuffed to the arms of the chair, his legs shackled as well. His face is covered with bruises and cuts, his left eye partially swollen. There's a large blood stain on his upper chest near his left shoulder that makes my heart skip a beat with the fear that pounds through me.

I drop to my knees right in front of him, a tear slowly trickling down my cheek. I reach out with trembling hands to caress his bruised face, almost afraid to touch him for fear I'll cause him more pain. "I…I thought I'd lost you," I softly choke out the words that almost get clogged in my throat.

"I'm not that easy…to get rid of…princess," he hoarsely manages to utter, coughing violently in the process.

"I'm going to get you out of here," I reassure him.

I quickly break the handcuffs and chains, carefully slipping an arm around his shoulders and another under his knees. He gasps sharply, his eyes falling closed and it causes me to fear the worst. "Bruce, please…stay with me," I plead with him as I glance over at Nightwing who is standing at the doorway with fear clearly written on his face.

Bruce squeezes his eyes against the pain that I know he is in, his breathing labored as he struggles to stay conscious. "Wait…Emily…I have to find her."

"We've got her as well as Alley and Heather. Robin is staying with them until the police arrive," I tell him, holding him close against my body in an effort to brace any broken bones that he might have. I don't want to jostle him too much, but I need to get him out of here and to Alfred right away. I also need to escape before the GCPD arrives.

He begins to struggle against my hold on him, causing my worry to spike. "I can…walk…" he tries to insist with a scowl.

I know he loathes being carried like this. Even out of his costume, he detests appearing weak or vulnerable in front of anyone. That is the last thing on my mind, though. All I can think about is how proud of him I am…how deeply I love him and how I think he's the bravest man that I have ever known.

"Forget it," I snap. "You've put me through hell the last few days, Bruce Wayne. I'm carrying you out of here and you're going to like it. Do you hear me?"

"Yes, ma'am," he murmurs with a faint smile.

Nightwing chuckles as I head towards the door. "Glad to see you made it," he tells him.

"I had no choice," he replies with a grimace. "She would've come down to Hades…and kicked my ass if I hadn't."

I glance down at him to see his lips curled slightly, his head resting against my shoulder. "Just rest," I say. "I'll get you home as fast as I can."

I look to Nightwing who gives me a nod. "I've got this here…just go."

I silently nod my head in agreement, thankful that he and Robin are here to ensure Callahan and the others are taken into custody. "Thank you," I murmur my gratitude.

Cradling Bruce gently in my arms, I make a quick escape as the police begin to arrive, shooting straight up into the sky and above the clouds to avoid being detected. There is so much that I want to tell him, things that I've been aching to say to him, but now is not the time. He needs medical attention right away.

Hopefully, there will be time to talk after he recovers.

Batcave; August 12th, 19:31 EST

"I love him, mother," I tell her. "I've never felt this way about anyone before in my entire life. He makes me happy….complete in a way I can't understand."

Her hand comes to rest against my cheek, her expression stern yet her eyes are tender. "As long as you're happy, that's all that matters," she gives her blessing. "Have you told him yet?"

"Told him what?" I ask, pretending I don't know what she's talking about. I bite at my bottom lip, averting my eyes under her scrutinizing stare. I feel my heart begin to crumble. "No, I haven't yet."

"He deserves to know, my sun and stars," she tells me.

"I know, but I…I fear that I'll disappoint him," I reveal. "What if after everything that we've been through, this is the reason that he walks away from me?"

"Then, it isn't meant to be, Diana," she gently replies. "You know as well as I do that you can't build a life with someone you love if you're not being honest with him."

I release a sigh, my throat tightening almost painfully as hot tears begin to form. "I just love him so much," I confess, drawing a shuddering breath. "I can't bear the thought of losing him…especially over this."

"If he truly loves you, it should not matter," she says.

"Diana…"

The sound of Bruce's voice stirs me from my dream, reminding me that he and I have so much that we need to work through, but I'm determined to do whatever it takes to make this relationship work. We've come so far, endured too much together to not give this everything that I have.

I sleepily open my eyes to find him lying on his side in his bed staring at me. The bruises on his pale face seem to stand out even more with the sunlight streaming into his bedroom. While his injuries were quite extensive, Alfred reassures me that he'll make a full recovery in a few days.

I lean forward in my chair by his bed, my brow furrowing. "Are you all right?" I ask him. "Is there something I can get for you?"

"No," he replies. "I'm all right now that I'm back home with you."

I move to sit on the edge of his bed, my hand coming to rest on his. "You scared the life out of me," I confess, my bottom lip begging to tremble as I avert my eyes.

I feel those pesky tears threatening to form once again, but I no longer care. I allow them to come as I finally gaze into those piercing blue eyes that I've missed…the very eyes that seem to know me better than I know myself.

With a grimace, he forces himself onto his back, propping himself up against the pillows. "Come here," he murmurs, lifting his right arm.

I carefully slide in beside him, laying my head on his chest as he wraps his arm around me and it feels like coming home. "I've missed you…so much," I whisper.

"I really missed you too," he admits, kissing the top of my head.

I gently caress his chest between his bandages, being careful of his injuries. "I thought I'd lost you…that I'd never get to see you again or hold you…kiss you."

"I knew that you'd find me," he tells me, his voice still sounding weak. "Did you find Callahan?"

I instantly grow tense with his question, shuddering with the reminder. "Yes," I reply as I turn to momentarily press my face into his chest, relishing the new memories that I have of Ian Callahan. "I had the pleasure of introducing him to my fists. He didn't like the meeting very much."

Bruce chuckles softly, groaning with the pain that it induces. "I'm so glad that you finally got the chance to confront him."

"It was quite unexpected," I confess with a frown.

"I wanted to choke the life out of him when I saw him," he tells me. "It took everything I had not to beat him, but I had to find Emily and the other girls."

"Do you think that Declan was behind faking his death and getting him out of jail?"

"It was either him or St. James," he reveals. "I need to make sure that it doesn't happen again."

"Dick is already taking care of that," I inform him. I feel him relax minutely as he gently rubs my back, each of just savoring the feel of being in each other's arms again. "We were able to rescue five of the girls, but Willow is dead. Michael Kozak raped and killed her."

"I know," he replies with a haunting tone. "I couldn't save her. She had already been moved to another safe house."

"There are still girls missing, Bruce," I say. "How in Hera are we going to find them?"

"I will do whatever it takes to find them," he reassures me, the fierce determination in his voice strengthening my confidence and giving me hope once more. "I'm going to visit Callahan and St. James in jail and see what information I can get out of them."

"What were they doing with them?"

"Selling them as wives overseas," he states. "I managed to infiltrate their ranks, but they caught me trying to free Emily. Callahan tried to get me to tell him who I really was and who sent me, but I refused to cave no matter what he did to me. I could've escaped, but they threatened to kill Emily if I tried anything."

"I'm so sorry you had to go through that," I apologize. "He can be quite persuasive at times."

He tightens his hold on me, pressing a kiss to my hair. "Don't be sorry," he tells me. "A part of me is actually glad it happened. It allowed me a chance to understand a little bit of what you went through with that animal."

"Bruce, no…please…" I begin, unable to continue as I bury my face in the crook of his neck. I can't bear the thought of Bruce suffering at the hands of Callahan.

"Yes," he insists, tightening his hold on me. "I know I didn't go through near the torture and trauma that you did or the sexual assault, but I understand a little better why it's been so hard for you to get past it all. There were a couple of times that he really tested my sanity."

"I never wanted you know that pain," I firmly tell him, pulling out of his hold and sitting up on the edge of the bed again. I lean forward, holding my head in my hands as my elbows come to rest on my knees. "I never wanted you to know how close he came to breaking me. You didn't deserve that."

Bruce abruptly sits up, wincing with the movement. "And you think you did deserve that?" he demands to know as he forces me to face him, his tone revealing his barely controlled anger with the thought.

I look away from him, unable to withstand the fury and disbelief blazing in his eyes. I swallow hard, trying to catch my breath, but it's difficult. "I hurt you so much these last several months," I softly say, shaking my head as the tears return again.

He grabs hold of my upper arms, forcing me to look at him. His expression is fierce, rendering me speechless. If I didn't know him so well, I'd be terrified right now. "I have not been hurt by you," he heatedly states. "I've been hurting with you…for you. Seeing you in so much pain…helplessly watching you struggle to comes to terms with everything has been killing me inside."

"I know and I'm so very sorry I put you through that, Bruce," I tell him, tears blurring my vision. "I've been keeping you at a distance…refusing to allow you into my own private hell in an effort to protect you. In trying to protect you, I hurt you and I—"

"No…no, princess," he murmurs, his hands cradling my face. "There is no other place I'd rather be than with you."

He places butterfly kisses over my lips and cheeks…my nose. He kisses away my tears, but they begin to fall faster than he can begin to stop them. I wrap my arms around him, releasing a measure of my hurt and grief as we hold one another.

I feel as though I have no right to be pouring out my hurts after what he has just endured. He has been through a horrific experience as well, one that we now both share in some ways. It further binds us together forever, connecting us in ways that only we can truly understand.

He rubs my back, waiting for me to regain some measure of control once more. I know there is still so much more that we need to talk about, but it can wait. Right now, though, there's one more thing that I must tell him. It's something I should have told him long before now.

Pulling back, my hands settle on either side of his jaw. "I love you, Bruce Wayne," I tell him, my thumb gently caressing a cut on his cheekbone before lightly tracing his lips. "I was so afraid you were going to die and that you'd never know how deeply I've fallen in love with you."

His azure eyes brighten, the fine lines around them softening as he slowly leans in to kiss me. He pauses just before our lips meet. "I love you too, Diana Prince," he whispers.

His lips connect with mine with a tenderness that makes me want to cry. I can feel the love that I know that he carries in his heart for me. I return his kiss with growing passion, feeling whole and complete for the first time since I was first abducted.

I don't know whether it's because I'm beginning to truly come to terms with everything that has happened to me or maybe it's because I'm finally able to tell him how much I love him. Either way, I know that he can feel the change as well as he buries his fingers in my hair and pulls me closer to him.

Unfortunately, it's too much too soon as he pulls away with a sharp gasp. I instantly release my hold on him, afraid that I've hurt him. "I'm sorry," I tell him. "Are you all right?"

"Yah," he grunts as he leans back against his pillows again. "Just give me a couple of days and then you can kiss me like that any time you want to."

I can feel my cheeks growing warm as I focus my attention on readjusting the covers over him. "I should let you sleep," I tell him as I begin to retreat.

He captures my hand, refusing to let go of me. "Please, don't go," he insists, his intense gaze silently pleading with me. "I want to know what happened to you while I was gone."

"What do you mean?" I ask, settling back down on the edge of his bed.

"Something has changed in you," he tells me, his thumb caressing the back of my hand. "The light has returned to your eyes again. It's been gone for so long. I'd almost forgotten just how much I love seeing it."

I tuck a raven lock behind my ear, running my tongue over my bottom lip as I try to sort out my thoughts. "When I couldn't find you and we had no idea where you were, I kind of lost it," I confess with a measure of embarrassment.

"Lost it?" he questions me with a frown, concern flooding his face.

I bite at my bottom lip as I nod my head in confirmation. "I went to the training room and kind of broke your punching bag," I continue. "I was just so furious and so scared that something had happened to you. I couldn't hold in all the rage and resentment that I've been carrying inside of me any longer and I just started crying. I couldn't stop."

"Diana," he murmurs, bringing my hand to his lips to kiss my knuckles. "I wish I could have been there for you."

"Me too," I admit with a small smile, "but Dick called Kal and next thing I knew he was there for me, holding me and just letting me cry. While I wish you could have been there with me, I know now that it was something that I needed to do for myself before I could begin to truly let you in again."

"I'm so proud of you," he tells me. "You're so determined and strong…stronger than anyone I've ever known."

Before I have a chance to protest or disagree with his assessment of me, a knock at the door lets us know that we have company. "Come in," Bruce calls.

The door opens and Alfred pokes his head in, a smile gracing his face. "I thought I heard voices in here," he says. "I have some food here that is in need of being consumed and I just so happen to know of two people that are in dire need of putting meat back on their bones."

"I'm starving," Bruce replies, sitting a little further up in his bed.

"I'm happy to hear that," Alfred announces as he pushes a silver cart into Bruce's bedroom. "I took the liberty of preparing a romantic dinner for two."

"I don't know how romantic it is seeing how I'm all banged up and laid up in bed," Bruce claims.

"Well, then, call it a celebratory dinner," Alfred decides, placing the cart beside me. "I'm sure Miss Diana wouldn't mind feeding you."

"It would be my pleasure," I tell Alfred.

"If you should need anything else, please let me know," he replies before making a hasty retreat.

I reach for one of the trays, removing the cover to reveal a meal fit for a king…or the Prince of Gotham. Grabbing a fork, I pierce a piece of pork, before bringing it to Bruce's lips. I can't help but smile with the way he's looking at me, his expression growing tender.

"What?" I ask.

"I just haven't seen you smile like that in so long," he softly says, his eyes shining a little brightly. "I was afraid I'd never get to see it again."

"I'm sorry," I murmur in shame.

"No, no more apologies, princess," he sternly states. "We're only moving forward from here."

I reluctantly nod my head as I raise the fork to his lips once more. "Fine," I relent. "Now, eat."

"You know I can feed myself," he insists with a frown. "My ribs are broken, but not my arms."

"You took care of me after I was abducted, Bruce," I remind him. "It's my turn to take care of you."

His lips quirk into a smirk as he gazes at me with a smoldering look that causes me to flush inside. "Will you kiss all of my hurts for me?" he flirts.

"Every last one…wherever they are," I tease.

"I'm holding you to that promise," he sternly replies.

"I wouldn't have it any other way," I tell him, kissing him softly before offering him his dinner once more.

A/N: Awww, they're together again! Just one more chapter and then the epilogue. I promise you the next chapter is definitely going to be worth the wait!

UP NEXT: In the past, Diana hits her lowest point. In the present, Bruce and Diana finally give in to their love for one another. :)