Epilogue

May 26. Gotham Museum of Antiquities. 17:03.

Diana Prince had never expected to find much when she had first moved to Gotham. In fact, in her mind Gotham was merely a pit stop to bigger and better things, a way to get some space from her mother and their rocky relationship. When she had enrolled in Gotham University with the intent of taking a few art classes, she hadn't imagined staying for longer than a semester, a year at most. But then she had met her best friend, who had become like a sister to her. Shayera had listened to the things she would not dare tell her mother. She had encouraged her to stay a while, try to find a job that she liked, and maybe settle down without thinking of what her mother would want every second of the day. It was the push Diana had needed that landed her the job at Wayne Enterprises and in the sights of Bruce Wayne. Billionaire, philanthropist, Bruce Wayne had become her boss. And as of twenty minutes ago, he had also become her husband.

"What are you doing?" Bruce whispered into his wife's ear as he rushed up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her close.

"Hiding," Diana whispered in response. Her gaze continued to be fixated on the mirror plastered on the wall in front of her, her eyes roaming over the subtle make-up Rylie had insisted on, convincing her that the shade of red lipstick she wore would be a perfect compliment to the rest of the wedding party's attire. She had been right of course, but Diana had still been hesitant to try something that bold.

Bruce only watched as Diana tried to carefully wipe the smudged lipstick on the corner of her mouth with a finger, trying delicately not to ruin the rest of the make-up on her lips, before he let out a chuckle. "This is your fault," Diana said with a smirk. "Because you couldn't keep your hands off me."

Bruce only shrugged and kissed the back of her head, glancing up to meet her eyes in the mirror. "Can you blame me?" he asked. He leaned down to place a kiss on some of the exposed skin on her neck. "My wife is beautiful, and if that means I smear a little lipstick, then so be it." He watched as Diana scoffed and shook her head before she delicately pulled the veil from the small crown of braids atop her head, laying it on the counter of the bathroom of the suite she and her bridesmaids had gotten ready in early this morning.

"Ah, screw it," Diana said with a huff, taking one last look at herself in the mirror. She knew the kisses she and Bruce had shared in the hallway after their ceremony would not be the last of the night. She did not want to spend her whole reception trying to fix a mess Bruce would make again a few minutes later. She quickly reached over and pulled a few pieces of toilet paper from the hanging roll and wiped her lips of the excess makeup, turning to face her husband when she was sure none that remained would transfer to him. "Better?"

Bruce took a step back and admired the woman in front of him. The fitted crepe and lace wedding gown hugged every one of Diana's curves, and the deep illusion back showed off the toned and sleek muscles Diana had. The bottom of the dress flared out just enough to give it a bit of personality, but not enough that Bruce would find himself tripping over it all night. Although it was still a possibility if he continued to find himself staring at what he knew laid underneath the sweetheart neckline.

"Yes," he finally answered, giving himself a moment to just stare at the woman, before he leaned in and kissed her lips.

Diana kissed him in return, reaching up to gently caress his freshly shaven face, before she fixed the collar of his black tuxedo. She pulled away, a smug smile on her face when she saw Bruce's lips turn into a frown, sad she would deprive him of her lips. "I love you," she said with a small chuckle, "but we have about two more minutes before Shayera comes looking for us."

Bruce nodded and let out a small sigh. He knew she was right. They had dozens of people downstairs waiting to see him and Diana, but all he wanted was time alone with his wife. "Fine," he said, leaning down to place one more kiss on her lips. "But after tonight, I get you all to myself for two and a half weeks."

"Deal," Diana said, kissing his lips once more, before she turned toward the door. "Now, dear husband of mine, we need to go." She extended her hand toward him, waiting for him to place his hand in hers. When he did, she led him out of the room, out of the suite, and into the hallway that would lead them to the main stairwell.

The two walked down the hall, albeit a bit slower than intended, glancing at all the pieces of art along the way. A few weeks after Bruce had proposed, he had suggested having their wedding at the museum, knowing the art it held had more sentiment to Diana since she had started her newest position traveling for him. Diana, having taken art classes, was more than thrilled to have their wedding there. She was even more thrilled when Bruce had taken care of everything, trying to keep her as stress free as possible during what could have been a tremendously trying time. It was another thing he had done that had made Diana fall even more in love with him.

"There you two are!"

The two turned to see Shayera bounding down the hall, her red hair up and out of her face, beside the few strands that were framing her face. The coral red dress she wore made her green eyes pop, and the black heels she wore made her legs seem to go on for days. "Alfred and I have been looking for you," Shayera explained when she had reached the two. She placed her hand on Diana's hand and raised an eyebrow when she noticed the absence of Diana's lipstick.

"We're coming," Bruce said with a shrug. He didn't understand the persistent need to be punctual on a day that was all about him and Diana. Their guests were being fed. Their guests were drinking and listening to live music. The least they could do was allow him a few extra moments alone with his wife.

Shayera looped her arm into Diana's and continued to walk toward the staircase with her, glancing over her shoulder and giving Bruce a wink. Even though she had moved to the city with John, Shayera and Diana had remained as close as ever. Sometimes Bruce would come home and Diana would be there, cuddled on the sofa in the family room with Shayera, as they each sipped a glass of wine and shared what was new in their life. Not that Bruce minded though. He was glad Diana still had her best friend around.

Diana squeezed Shayera's arm and gave her maid of honor a wide smile. "We'll be right down," she promised as they stopped at the top of the stairs.

Shayera nodded and unlooped her arm with Diana's. She carefully hopped down the stairs and walked up to Alfred, letting him know the couple had finally arrived, before she accepted the microphone from the singer of their wedding band.

"Remind me to be this bossy on her wedding day," Bruce said with a chuckle as he walked up to Diana. He replaced Shayera's arm with his own and kissed his wife's cheek, watching as she nodded with a giggle.

"She'll kill you," Diana replied. She watched Bruce shrug and although she knew her husband had made little comments if only to rile up Shayera half the time, he did so without ill intent. He had been just as happy for Shayera when she had come over last month, the ring on her finger shining, as she recalled how John had proposed during a trip to Vermont.

"You ready?" Bruce asked. He heard Shayera announce the two of them, before he saw Diana nod from the corner of his eye. The two began their descent, watching as all their guests stopped what they were doing to watch them walk down the stairs, happy smiles on every face in the room. Everyone in Gotham had been excited when the duo had announced their engagement, happy to know that the infamous playboy had finally found the woman who made him want to settle down.

When the two had reached the end of the stairs, Bruce led Diana to where their table was, accepting the microphone from Shayera. The two watched as she joined John at the table in front of theirs, before he cleared his throat. "Hello," Bruce said, addressing everyone in the room. "Diana and I want to thank everyone who has come to celebrate us. It hasn't always been an easy road, but we're here, and we're so thankful for everyone who has supported us throughout." Bruce handed Diana the microphone.

"We especially want to thank our amazing maid of honor and best man. Shay, Alfred, you two have been pillars for the both of us through everything, and I don't know if we would be here today if not for you two." Diana watched as waiters began to walk throughout the crowd of guests, handing glasses of champagne to those who had an empty hand. Alfred rushed up to the couple and handed the duo a glass each, grinning at Bruce who tried to scold the man for working on his wedding day, before he winked at Diana, letting his hand linger on her glass for a second longer than necessary. "Thank you," she whispered to the man who had become like a father, watching as he nodded and rushed away, rejoining the table he had been previously seated at.

"I love you all," Diana continued, getting back to her speech, "and we both want you to enjoy tonight." Diana raised the glass in her hand and waited for everyone to follow her action. "Efharisto," Diana said, thanking everyone in Greek. She took a sip of her glass, watching as everyone did the same, and handed the microphone back to the man standing on the podium to the right.

Everyone began to take their seats as waiters came out carrying plates of food. Bruce pulled Diana's chair from their private table and waited for his bride to sit before he pushed her in, joining in his own chair just in time for a younger woman to place two appetizers in front of them. They both thanked her with a smile and watched as she nodded and walked off, before Bruce turned to Diana.

"I love you," he whispered, grabbing her hand underneath the table.

"I love you too," she whispered back. She glanced up at the table directly in front of them, watching as the people the two held near and dear to their hearts conversed amongst themselves. Shayera and John sat beside each other, his hand on her knee as she talked to Hippolyta and Antiope, all three of them chuckling over something Alfred had said. It was odd seeing him relaxing, and Bruce had to threaten Alfred with termination if he lifted a finger at the wedding, but the two wouldn't have had it any other way. He was Bruce's father, his best friend, his most trusted person. Bruce wanted him to share this day.

Beside Alfred sat Rylie and Jacob, who had, despite their age difference, become fast friends with the couple. In Jacob's arms was their daughter, Emma, fast asleep, having taken her duty of flower girl too seriously, tossing flowers out of the wagon pulled by her father at the ceremony.

Diana continued to watch everyone they loved, a smile on her face, squeezing Bruce's hand as she realized she had never been happier.

"Give me that baby!"

Diana rushed up to Jacob who had been dancing with Emma in his arms, watching as the infant giggled with every twist and turn. Her arms flailed when she saw Diana rushing up to her, her incoherent gargles increasing when the Greek woman opened her arms.

Jacob placed the baby in Diana's arms, watching as the bride pressed her face up to his daughter's, chuckling when Emma began to place sloppy kisses on the older woman's cheek. Diana and Bruce had become a source of counsel for him and Rylie, and when Bruce had offered him and his brother a job, he couldn't have been more thrilled. He was able to provide for his family without sacrificing time with his daughter, not needing to pull doubles every other day just to afford diapers and clothes. It was something he would never forget.

"I don't know why she only does that to you," Rylie said as she walked up to her boyfriend, handing him a glass of water. She watched as Jacob took the water and took a sip, kissing Rylie on the cheek, before he looped his arm around her waist.

Diana only shrugged as she began to gently bounce with the baby, swaying gently to the music that filled the room. "That's because she loves me more," Diana said with a smirk, sticking her tongue out at the young couple.

"Mmhmm," was all Rylie said, before she leaned her head on Jacob's shoulder. They watched as Diana danced with their daughter, her happy coos and indication that Diana's previous statement may have been true. "It was a beautiful wedding, Diana," she whispered. Diana nodded and continued to sway with the baby, her smile widening each and every time Emma let out a small giggle.

The young couple continued to watch as Diana danced with their daughter, a smile on each of their faces as they watched the baby coo happily. When the song was finished Diana leaned down and kissed the crown of Emma's head, before she passed her off to Rylie, watching as Emma burrowed her head in the crook of her mother's neck and let out a small yawn. "And that is our cue to get going," Rylie said, glancing up at the clock above the door.

Diana tilted her head. "You sure?" she asked.

Jacob nodded. "Production starts tomorrow morning and Warren and I want to make sure we're there bright and early," he answered.

"Oh Jacob, you don't have to do that," Diana said, lowering her voice now that the tempo of the music had changed. "You know Bruce doesn't expect you to oversee all of that."

Jacob shrugged. "I know," he stated, "I just want to make sure everything's perfect." He leaned in and gave Diana a small hug, wishing her congratulations, before he turned to Rylie. "Thank you again, Diana," he said with a wide smile. "Without you or Bruce, we would be drowning."

Diana only shook her head. She knew the two of them would get through everything that had been thrown their way. They were young, but they were resilient. They would be just fine.

The young couple said their goodbyes, wishing Diana a happy marriage, before they departed, stopping by Bruce on their way out, sharing hugs and handshakes with the newly married man. Diana watched as her husband spoke to the younger couple, leaning down to look at Emma who was struggling to stay awake, waving goodbye to the baby with a smile. When the three left the building, Diana walked over to where her mother stood with Shayera, joining just as the two finished a conversation.

"Oh my beautiful daughter," Hippolyta said as soon as Diana reached the two. She pulled Diana into a tight embrace, placing a kiss on her daughter's cheek as she tried not to cry once more. All day she had to remind herself that she had to remain strong, even if it had been happy tears that had been threatening to fall all evening. Her daughter had grown so much and she had been so focused on being overbearing and protective, she had nearly missed out on having a relationship with Diana. Luckily all that had changed with Bruce; she would forever be grateful to the man. "Where is my new son?" she asked

Diana hesitated, still not used to hearing Hippolyta refer to Bruce as her son. For months her mother had been against Bruce and everything he had stood for. But the more and more the two had gotten to know each other, the more Hippolyta had learned to love him like her own; there were days Diana wondered if Hippolyta did in fact love Bruce more than her.

"He's at the bar with John," Diana answered as she pulled away from her mother and glanced over at Shayera, who sipped her champagne quietly. When Diana and Bruce had thrown an engagement party for her best friend and John a few weeks ago, the last thing they had expected was for the two men to apologize to each other. They had come out of that party as friends, which had shocked nearly all of John's family.

"I swear, those two have an interesting friendship," Shayera said with a sigh, shaking her head as she took another sip of her champagne.

Diana shook her head. "You want to talk about interesting friendships," Diana began. She pointed to the dark haired man who laughed beside Bruce, his blue eyes hidden behind dark glasses. "I swear, sometimes he texts Clark more than me."

Shayera nodded as she glanced at her fiancé sharing a joke with Bruce and Clark Kent, reporter for the Daily Planet and new best friend of Bruce Wayne. She had worked with Clark when they had solved the case of their dead John Doe, giving only he and Lois Lane the details of the case, as he had been the one to bring the case to light months ago. Clark was a bit old fashioned, which made his relationship with both Bruce and John somewhat odd, but they made it work.

"Where's Antiope?" Diana asked, realizing another crucial member of her family had been missing during this conversation.

Without a word Hippolyta pointed toward the dance floor, a grin on her face as she watched her sister dance with Alfred. The three continued to watch the two on the dance floor until the music slowed and transitioned to a slower pace, before Alfred led Antiope back to her sister. "Thank you so much, Alfred," Antiope said, a radiant smile on her face. It had been years since she had allowed herself this much fun, but it was a special occasion. It wasn't every day your niece married the man of her dreams. She wanted to celebrate.

Alfred gave a small bow. "The pleasure was mine," he said. He stood and turned his attention to Hippolyta, lowering his hand as he took a step toward the woman. "Miss Hippolyta, would you allow me the honor of this dance?"

"Oh Alfred, it's been years since I've danced," Hippolyta answered.

Antiope, however, was not going to let her sister go home without celebrating Diana's wedding to the fullest extent. "She'd love to dance, Alfred," Antiope said as she grabbed her sister's hand and placed it in the Englishman's awaiting hand. Alfred pulled Hippolyta to the dance floor, leaving the three who only chuckled in amusement. "Now, I believe I am in need of a refreshment," Antiope said with a sly smile, bounding off toward the bar, leaving Diana and Shayera once more.

The two stood and watched as people continued to dance in front of them, their eyes watching as everyone swayed to the music, while other guests mingled around them. Today had been a whirlwind of emotions for everyone, and although she knew it was only a matter of time before it was her turn, Shayera couldn't help but feel saddened. Seeing Diana marry Bruce she had realized just how perfect the man was for her best friend, but she had been the one who had tried to stop it from the beginning. She had tried to talk Diana out of seeing Bruce from the start, warning her that he was only using her for sex; watching the man tear up when he saw Diana walk down the isle, she now realized how wrong she had been.

"I'm sorry," Shayera said with a whisper. She watched as Diana turned to her, an eyebrow cocked in confusion.

"For what?"

"If I would've known this was where you and Bruce were going to end up, I would have never tried to get you to stop seeing him in the beginning, or judging him as hard as I did. If I would've known how hard you two would have fallen in love, I would have never tried to talk you out of the relationship."

Diana only shook her head and wrapped her arms around her best friend, pulling her close. "You were the voice of reason when I couldn't think for myself," Diana whispered. "Even I didn't know what I wanted when Bruce and I first started seeing each other. You just wanted to protect me, and I knew that all along."

She pulled away from Shayera and grabbed her hand, gently squeezing it. "I love you, and I'm glad you were skeptical. It kept things from getting out of hand too quickly. Besides, I think I needed a little opposition to my relationship with him."

Shayera nodded and let out a small chuckle. "I love you too," she whispered. "And as much as I like Bruce, I want you to remind him that I have a gun, and I am not afraid to use it if he hurts you."

Diana began to laugh as she pulled Shayera in for another hug. She knew her former roommate was being serious, but she also knew there was no need for the threat. Bruce would never do anything to hurt her. "I know, I know," was all Diana said, as she squeezed her best friend's hand once more, and led her to the dance floor.

"You truly look beautiful, Diana."

Diana swayed on the dance floor, letting her partner lead.

Walter Kranston had devoted years to the Wayne family. He had been a dedicated employee, a model worker, and an even better friend. He had known Bruce since childhood, and had known for months that he and Diana would get along swimmingly. His smirk only grew when he realized he had had a part in this all along.

"Thank you, Walter," Diana said with a smile, happy to see the old man back in Gotham after spending the last three months traveling around Europe with his wife, Patricia. "It's nice to see you and Patricia back. How was your trip?"

Walter smiled and sighed. "Germany was lovely, but my favorite spot was Italy. So beautiful. You and Bruce should go sometime." Diana nodded, making a mental note to add it to the list of places she wanted to travel to with her husband. Her new job made it easy to travel and see new places, but sometimes that meant leaving Bruce in Gotham to run the company, so she had made a list of all the places she knew her husband would love to visit with her.

"You know," Walter began, "I feel responsible for this."

Diana raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

Walter only chuckled. "I noticed the looks young Bruce was giving you when you thought he didn't notice you. I saw the way he stopped talking when you walked down the hall. You thought he didn't know who you were, but he had taken notice of you long before I retired." Walter let out another chuckle. "I like to think I had a hand in getting you together."

Diana laughed. The man may have been old, but he wasn't senile. He had known there had been something between her and Bruce even before they had had their first dance. "You never said anything," she said.

Walter shrugged. "You had to figure it out yourself," was all he said, slowing once the music began to fade. He felt a small tap on his shoulder and knew his dance with the bride was over. He quickly leaned in to place a kiss on Diana's cheek, winking at the woman, before he turned to the man who had tapped his shoulder. "Don't screw it up," he warned, before he joined his wife and pulled her onto the dance floor, ready to enjoy a slow dance with the woman he had spent most of his life with.

Bruce only chuckled as he placed a hand on his wife's waist, watching as Diana placed a hand on his shoulder, before their free hands met, their fingers lacing together. The slow music continued and the newlyweds swayed to the beat, surrounded by all of their friends and family, wanting to get a few dances in before calling it a night.

"Tell me," Bruce whispered, "did you ever see the two of us here?"

Diana shook her head. "No," she admitted. "But I'm glad I was wrong."

Diana placed her head on his chest and let out a content sigh. This day had been perfect. She and Bruce had shared their love with their closest family and friends, vowing to be together through the good and bad times, the easy and the hard. They had made a promise to be each others' shoulders to cry on, their own personal cheerleader when no one else was, the voice of reason when nothing seemed to make sense. They had vowed to love each other every moment from then on, starting with today and ending with forever.

"Tired?" Bruce asked as he swayed to the music, letting Diana lean against him, the exhaustion of the day finally catching up to her.

"Mmhmm."

"We can go soon," he promised. He leaned closer to her ear, glancing up and around at the other couples that danced beside them, and whispered, "I have a surprise for you when we get to the manor."

"I've already seen your penis," Diana whispered back.

Bruce let out a laugh. "That's not the surprise," he whispered, "but I like your thinking." He watched his wife pull back from his chest, a smirk on her face as she giggled and shook her head. "I love you."

Diana smiled and leaned in to place a kiss on her husband's lips. "I love you too," she replied, swaying to the music, letting themselves get lost in the moment.

Bruce kicked the door to his bedroom open and stepped inside, carrying Diana into the room, watching as she continued to laugh, her head falling back as the sweet melody of her laughter filled the dark room. "I think you're only supposed to carry me through the front door," Diana said as she reached over and flipped the light on, illuminating the room they shared.

Bruce shrugged and continued into the room, kicking the door shut. Alfred was still at the wedding, coordinating with the staffing on how to clean up the venue, but Bruce did not want to leave anything up to chance. This was the first time in hours he had Diana to himself for more than a few minutes. He was going to savor the time he had, uninterrupted, and unclothed.

He quickly made his way to the large king sized bed they shared and softly placed her on the mattress, his eyes roaming over the dress that had been tantalizing him all evening. Over the past few hours he had studied every zipper, every latch, every clasp, formulating a plan that would get her out of the dress in record time. He was nearly ready to put that plan in action when Diana leaned up and onto her elbows, tilting her head. "I thought you said you had a surprise for me?"

Bruce kicked off his shoes, letting them fly to the end of the room, before he reached up and pulled his tie from his neck. "Yes, but I want to get you out of that dress first," he said with a grin. "You've been killing me all night with this thing on."

Diana laughed and shook her head, watched as Bruce let out a sigh, and sat up. He knew better than to promise her something and not deliver. "Fine," he said with a huff. He crawled onto the bed beside her and reached over to his nightstand, pulling the drawer open before he reached inside. He pulled an envelope from inside the drawer, sliding it closed, before he sat up beside his wife. He watched as she pulled the heels from her feet, handing her the envelope, silently watching as she opened it quickly.

The silence that filled the room was torturous as Diana read the letter enclosed in the envelope. He watched as her brows knitted together, focused on the words on the page. He gently kissed her bare shoulder as he glanced at the letter that he had read a dozen times, his lips curling into a smile when Diana gasped next to him.

"Bruce," she whispered, turning to face her husband. "Are you serious?"

She glanced down at the letter that explained one of her paintings had sold and was going to be featured in an art gallery in Madrid. She had never expected her art to be anything more than a hobby, but when Bruce had hung up one of Diana's pieces in his office, and a few of his business partners had taken notice, it had grown into something much bigger. But never had she dreamed she would have had anything featured in an art show or gallery.

"Yes," Bruce answered, leaning toward his excited wife, kissing her on the lips. "We'll be seeing it in August, when you're scheduled to go to Barcelona," he said.

Diana wrapped her arms around her husband's neck and smiled, staring at the man who continued to make her happy without effort. He had been the one to push her back into art. He had been her biggest fan, constantly telling her she was so talented. She never knew how she had been so lucky to find him. "Thank you," she said, kissing him once more.

"You're welcome," Bruce said, his hand finding itself on her back. His fingers toyed with the clasp at the top of her dress. He wanted so desperately to rip the dress off her body, but he knew how hard it had been for Diana to find the perfect dress. So he sat patiently, his hand on the clasp, waiting for Diana to reread the letter, before she tucked it back into the envelope and placed it on her nightstand.

"Now, I think it's time to get you out of that dress," he said, his lips finding the skin of her neck once more.

"In a second," Diana whispered, trying to focus on what she needed to do instead of what Bruce's kisses were doing to her body. "I have a surprise for you too."

Bruce dropped his head defeated and fell to the bed. When the two had come home he had expected to have uninterrupted time with his wife. Never had he imagined his wife would be the cause of all the interruptions. "Okay. But after this I'm making love to my beautiful wife."

Diana giggled and rose from the bed. "Sounds like a plan." She walked to the end of the room, toward her dresser, and pulled open the top drawer. She reached inside and pulled an envelope out, the exact same kind that had housed her letter, sliding the drawer closed as she took a deep breath. "I wanted to give this to you on the honeymoon," she explained as she made her way toward the bed. "But now just seemed like the perfect time."

Diana watched as Bruce sat up, stopping an inch from the edge of the bed, and handed him the envelope. Bruce accepted the envelope and opened it quickly, eager to get back to his planned activities. He pulled the contents out, his smile wavering when he realized what was in his hand. "Diana," he whispered, his eyes never leaving the two black and white images in his hands.

Time stood still as Diana watched Bruce stare at the sonograms, his eyes focused as he tilted the picture, trying to view it from every angle. "Are you serious?" he finally asked, tearing his eyes away from the images in his hand to his wife's face.

Diana nodded. "I know we talked about kids later, but-"

Bruce pulled Diana into his lap and silenced her with a kiss. His wife was pregnant. He was going to be a father. And as much as it terrified him to potentially go through what they had before, he knew this was a feeling like no other. He had made a home with Diana, and soon they would make their own family with a little Wayne baby, the first of many. "We're having a baby," he said, pulling away from Diana. "We're having a baby!"

Diana chuckled and nodded. "We're having a baby," she repeated.

Bruce placed his hand on her stomach, his heart fluttering when he realized Diana marrying him had not been the only highlight of today. "I love you so much," he whispered, kissing Diana's lips once more, placing the sonogram photos onto her nightstand beside the envelope he had given her.

"I love you too," Diana said softly, relaxing into Bruce's lap.

Bruce wrapped his arms around Diana and pulled her close, claiming her lips in another kiss. His life had been chaotic since he had been eight. First had been his parents' deaths, then the loss of half his family's wealth. He had nearly lost his company. He had lost a fiancé, and a baby, and had even lost Diana once. But he knew none of that mattered anymore.

He was stronger with Diana. She made him believe he could do anything. And with his wife in his arms, carrying their child, Bruce knew any situation that came their way would be a breeze compared to the tightrope they had already ventured across.

Thank you everyone for sticking with this. I know it's been a long time coming, and I hope you all enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it (for the most part). This was the first thing I had decided to write after a 10 year gap, and as far as anything WonderBat, it is the longest. It took so much planning, so much moving things around so that they worked, so much praying and hoping things made sense. I hope it all worked out!