TITLE: Don't Mind Me

AUTHOR: LOTSlover

CHARACTERS: Batman / Wonder Woman

RATING: M

WARNINGS: Author Chooses Not to Use Warnings

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

SUMMARY: Based on the episode Ancient History, Shayera asks Batman to tell her about her son leading Bruce and Diana to discuss their future together.

Don't Mind Me

Shayera wandered into the computer lab of the Metro Tower, trying to order her thoughts and the countless questions that besieged her mind. She knew that Batman held the answers that she was seeking. As desperately as she wanted answers, she couldn't deny how difficult this was turning out to be.

She silently approached as she attempted to temper her emotions that were like a powerful cyclone swirling within her, threatening to tear her apart from the inside out. She pulled out the chair next to him, causing Batman to stop his work to look at her. She sat down, sitting forward in anxious anticipation as her elbows came to rest on her knees.

"Tell me about my son," she ventured, her voice lacking the typical strength and confidence that it usually held.

Batman couldn't help but notice the torrent of emotions permeating her green eyes as she endeavored to hold herself together. The Thanagarian warrior was a strong woman in both will and mind, but she also had a heart that carried hurts and hopes and love…dreams that had yet to be realized.

Warhawk was one of those dreams yet to be realized.

"Let me finish the last part of this report," he replied.

He'd been anticipating the conversation for quite some time now, wondering when John would tell her and when she would come to him for more information about Warhawk. He could hardly blame her for wanting to know more, but he wasn't certain that talking about the future that he had seen was a good idea.

"Don't mind me," she said, holding up her hands in front of her before sitting back in her chair to wait. "I've got all the time in the world."

She could already sense his hesitancy, knowing how Batman felt about preserving the timeline. Knowing too much about the future could affect the current time stream and alter decisions, but she didn't give a damn about preserving the timeline. She needed to know about her son.

Finishing his report, Batman turned to face her. He opened his mouth to speak only for her to stop him before he'd said a single word.

"Bruce, please," she softly pleaded. "I don't want to know what happened while you and John were in the future or the events that took place or what you saw. I just want to know about my son. I think I deserve to know. I…I'm his mother."

Bruce released a sigh, deciding that it wouldn't hurt to tell her. "How much did John tell you?" he asked as he tilted his chair back, steepling his fingers as his elbows rested on the armrests.

"Not much," she angrily stated with a scowl, defensively folding her arms against her chest as if to ward off any more pain. "Let's just say that my conversation with John didn't exactly go well."

He frowned as he mulled over her response, not the least bit surprised by John's actions. "I was afraid of that," he replied, clearly aggravated with the stubborn Green Lantern. "He doesn't want what he learned in the future to dictate his life now so he's going to extremes to make sure that doesn't happen."

"That's putting it mildly," she spat out. "He refuses to even consider giving us another chance. He doesn't like to be told what he's going to do by anyone or anything."

Bruce felt great empathy for Shayera, knowing she had suffered in more ways than they could possibly begin to comprehend. Even after all this time, she was still paying for her choices. On top of that, she was forced to watch John move on with his life with another woman…something that she had to witness every single day.

He didn't think he could handle that if it were Diana moving on with another man. Jealous anger flared in his chest just thinking about it. It had been challenging enough watching her interact with Clark all the time before he had finally decided to give them a chance at a life together.

"You'd be very proud of him," Batman finally responded, breaking the silence that had settled between them as their respective thoughts took them down paths they didn't want to consider. "His name is Warhawk…Rex Stewart. He's a formidable warrior, one that I would be proud to serve beside."

Shayera's heart swelled to the point of nearly bursting from her chest. At the same time, a pang of sadness abruptly filled her chest and clogged her throat. John refused to even consider having any kind of future with her. Would she never have the son that John and Batman had met in the future?

"Can you tell me anymore?" she requested, swallowing back tears.

"He wanted to finish the fight we were in," he relayed to her. "He refused to back down or run away."

"That's my boy," she softly murmured to herself with a proud smile that abruptly faded. "You can't tell me anything more than that, can you?"

"I'm afraid not," he replied. "It could compromise the timeline if you knew what we learned in the future."

"Thank you for telling me," she said, reaching over to touch his forearm in a rare move of genuine gratitude. "You have no idea what it means to me."

"Don't give up hope, Shayera," he told her. "Give him some more time. Be his friend…show him that you're not going away. He'll come around."

"Like you did with Diana?" she asked, her lips quirking into a knowing smirk as she studied him.

Batman cast a sideways glance at her, the corner of his mouth ticking up slightly. "She has a way of making it impossible to say no to her. I think it might be a secret power of hers. I'm looking into it."

Shayera chuckled softly, taken aback by the fearsome Batman cracking a joke. "That she does," she agreed. "You held out longer than I thought you would."

"It wasn't easy," he admitted with a sigh, the barest of smiles on his lips. "She walked into the conference room one day with Superman, laughing about something and it hit me like a ton of bricks. I realized I didn't want to live without her in my life."

"I wish something would hit John…like my mace," Shayera stated. She unexpectedly grew contemplative as she gazed at him. "You know you and Diana make a great couple. I'm truly happy for you. You've been good for her."

"She's been good for me," he quietly confessed.

"Maybe you two will have children too," she told him.

"Maybe," he murmured, stunned by her comment.

Shayera stood to her feet, her hand coming to rest on his shoulder. "Thank you, Bruce," she whispered near his ear. "I think you'd make a great father yourself someday. You know my son will need some good friends to serve in the Justice League with him. Think about it."

Diana entered the computer lab as Shayera was leaving. The Thanagarian gave her a smile that took her off guard as they passed each other, leaving the Amazon warrior to wonder what had just happened or what Bruce had said to her. The clicking of her heels against the floor grew louder as she drew near to Batman, her forearms coming to rest on the back of his chair.

"Shayera's in a good mood today," she commented.

Batman hummed in response as he typed up his final report, his lips curving into a frown as he considered what Shayera had said to him. He wondered if Diana had heard any of their conversation. He would have to ask her later at home alone, not in the Metro Tower where anyone could walk in at any moment to interrupt them.

"You wouldn't happen to know anything about it, would you?"

"Maybe," he muttered, closing out the program on the computer before turning his chair around to face her. "Ready to go home?"

Diana gazed at him with a curious look with his abrupt change of subject, wondering what he knew that he wasn't telling her. She wasn't about to press him on it. "Sure," she eventually replied. "I'll see you at home."

"I'll meet you there, princess," he agreed as he stood to his feet with a stoic expression that refused to give anything away.

XXX

A sharp cry escaped her lips followed by a low, drawn-out moan as her head fell back in a euphoric daze. He grunted his pleasure into the hollow of her throat as he found completion deep within her, filling her with his seed. They both collapsed onto the bed, panting heavily as they rode out the waves of ecstasy still rolling through them.

Bruce turned his head to gaze at his lover, adoring the look of utter raptor adorning her face as she struggled to catch her breath. She practically glowed as she languidly turned to look at him. Her lips slowly curved into a thoroughly contented smile, her sapphire eyes clouded with the passion and love they had just created together. It was a look that he'd imprinted into his mind since the first time they had made love.

"I love you…you know," he told her, his breathing still exerted.

"Do I ever know it," she replied with a grin as she rolled onto her side to face him. She reached over to run the tips of her fingers along the curve of his handsome face. "You show me every time you make love to me and sometimes just in the way you look at me."

He took her hand from his face to kiss her fingertips. "I feel it from you too," he admitted. "I can feel it in something as simple as when you smile at me."

She scooted up against him, pressing her body against the length of his as she nuzzled his nose with hers. "I love you more than you know."

Bruce rolled onto his side so he could face her, his arm slipping around her to pull her body flush against his. There was not one part of them that wasn't touching the other, creating tantalizing tingles that only served to heat their blood further. He tilted his head, kissing her with a passion that earned a throaty moan from her.

His forehead came to rest against hers as he began to stroke her hair. "Shayera asked me about her son," he unexpectedly divulged.

"Her son?"

"John and I met her son in the future when we were chasing Chronos," he explained. "His name was Rex Stewart, but he went by Warhawk."

Diana gasped softly in stunned disbelief. "John and Shayera have a son together?"

He nodded his head as he continued. "John just told her about it, but he refuses to change anything in his life," he said. "He's staying with Vixen. He won't let what he found out in the future dictate his life."

"Poor Shayera," she murmured, brow furrowed in thought. "It must be painful for her to know they have a son together and yet she's forced to watch him with Vixen."

"I wouldn't worry too much about it," he assured her. "I have a feeling John will eventually come around. He still has feelings for Shayera no matter how hard he tries to deny it."

She smiled at him, caressing the muscular expanse of his back slick with sweat. "Did you find out anything about us?" she ventured.

Bruce did his best to school his features, not wanting to give away the fact that Diana had died on the Watchtower explosion. It was something that made him ill to think about even now. He still remembered the pained look on his elder counterpart's face when he saw Diana again. He had sworn to himself long ago that he would do whatever was necessary to prevent that future from happening to her despite the internal struggle with his ideals.

"You know I can't tell you that."

She could tell by the look in his eyes that whatever he had seen hadn't been good for them. She swallowed hard, trying not to think about it, but it was painful to consider a future that didn't include him. She tilted her head down, her forehead resting against his cheekbone.

"Diana, listen to me," he earnestly insisted, his arms encircling her in his protective embrace. "What we saw was one version of the future. It's not set in stone or absolute. So many things have happened since we saw that future, so many decisions that were made that could have already changed everything. We weren't even together yet when I saw that future. Us being together could have altered it already."

She drew a shuddering breath, trying to keep her emotions at bay, but she was afraid of losing this with him. She wanted a future with him, one that was happy and full of hope. "You're right," she whispered, lifting her head to reveal the tears shining in her eyes.

He kissed her forehead, her eyelids, and her nose before finding her lips in a heated rush of passion and reassurance. "I'm not going to let you go, Diana," he promised her.

She slowly drew her left leg up to slide against the length of his before she bent her knee to wrap her long limb firmly around his waist. She rubbed her hips against his, earning a deep groan. "I'm not letting you go either."

They kissed for several long moments, trading gasps and moans as they nipped at each other's lips and tongues tangled for control. She sighed contentedly as she rested her head next to his on the pillow, bodies and limbs still intertwined. Neither knew where one ended and the other began and that was perfectly fine with them.

"Have you ever thought about having children?" he thoughtfully asked her.

Diana hid her surprise with his question, knowing how hard it was for him to open himself up like this. She would never take these moments for granted, treasuring and appreciating them. "I have thought about it," she confessed.

"Really?" he asked with a crooked smile of disbelief.

"Of course," she admitted as she stroked his hair. "How could I not fantasize about the handsome Batman and not think about having a child with him?"

"Fantasize?" he said with a chuckle. "How scandalous, princess. What would your sisters or your mother think if they knew the virtuous Princess of the Amazons was fantasizing about a man?"

"It's not just any man," she corrected him. "He's the Dark Knight of Gotham and he's all mine."

"I guess I would have to admit that I've fantasized about you too," he divulged.

"I'm shocked," she responded with a giggle. "Here I thought the terrifying Batman was all work and no play or pleasure."

"I get a lot of pleasure," he insisted as he suddenly pinned her to the mattress, balancing himself above her. "You have no idea how many times I was thinking about you during Founders' meetings, wanting to throw you onto that conference table and have my way with you."

"That explains a lot," she replied, grinning up at him with a mischievous gleam in her eye. "I thought you were just being grouchy. Here you just wanted to do the horizontal hula with me."

It was Bruce's turn to laugh, a deep, throaty sound that warmed her clear to her toes. "Where did you pick that one up?" he asked. "No, wait. It was Wally."

"Shayera…and Wally," she admitted. "So, just how many children did we have in your little fantasy?"

"Well, mostly I just fantasized about the things I'd love to do to you," he told her. "More recently, it's been about the life we want to build together with our two point five kids."

"Two point five?" she repeated with a laugh.

"They say that's what the average household has for children."

"I think two is a lovely number," she decided as she lifted her legs to wrap around his upper torso, her knees hugging his ribs. "Although, I could be persuaded into the point five."

He kissed her deeply, savoring the taste of her on his tongue. "I think we could handle two kids as long as they're just like you," he agreed.

"No, I want them to be like you," she murmured, capturing his lower lip and teasing it slowly.

His hands slid down her sides to grip her waist as he pushed himself inside of her. Her back and neck arched with pleasure that stole her breath from her lungs. "I think we better start practicing making a baby," he huskily suggested against her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "Shayera thinks I'd make a good father."

Diana could barely form any sort of response with the feel of him so hot and hard inside of her. She squirmed against him, pressing her pelvis hard against his in an effort to get him to move before she lost her mind. "I think…you'd make…an incredible father," she panted heavily, feeling dizzy and delirious with the pleasure steadily building inside of her.

He began moving over her, filling her over and over again with himself as he made love to her, hoping against hope that they would create a baby tonight. The thought excited him more than he thought that it would, his movements growing rough, his thrusts punishing as he took her.

He suddenly found himself longing to build that life with her that they'd talked about, wanting nothing more than to have a child with his future wife.