All characters are owned by DC Comics. If they were owned by me, I'd probably have enough money to hire an editor or some other figure of authority that could tell me to spend my nights doing something like sleeping as opposed to writing sappy fanficiton...
I'd still tell them to stuff it, but...meh
*BIG OL' EDIT* This was originally just a one-off that I set in my "Reign of Terror" universe, but I liked the idea of exploring the BM/WW relationship in uniquish and more personal ways enough to extend this into an anthology of sorts. So there will be more than one chapter now (and the title will be changed, since "Finding a Reason" is now Chapter One's title), and it won't be set on Earth-861 anymore...for an assortment of reasons.
I still don't have shame though, that hasn't changed. Expect more soon, since I've got some ideas lying around. Not enough to mess with ROT's upload schedule but...well maybe.
Finding a Reason
"Hand me the hard drive, Dick." Demanded Batman, his head still buried amongst a jungle of wires and coolant tubing. Nightwing placed the component in his mentor's outstretched glove as he dropped his gaze, his form lazily perched on top of the Monitor Wombs sprawling computer platform.
"Please tell me you didn't drag me up here just to help you with computer maintenance…"
An audible grunt echoed through the crawl space as Batman's shoulder's disappeared further into the machinery. "You're the only one besides me with enough experience in Wayne Tech operating systems to not cause a system-wide software failure during upkeep, and this is a two-man job."
"That means yes, doesn't it?"
"You said you wanted to help…"
Dick sighed. "I was kinda hoping it would involve fists, maybe a kick or two."
"Just wait until this thing seizes up on me again…"
Dick chuckled at his mentor's deadpan as he directed his gaze out the viewing window, the pristine visage of the Earth hovering serenely in the inky blackness of space. The gleam from the rising crest of the sun caught his eye.
"Gotta admit, you guys have a hell of a view up here. Must be hard being groundside when you get to wake up to that."
"It isn't." came Batman's curt reply as he emerged from the crawl space, ignoring the irked look Nightwing now sported. He deftly typed a command into the Monitor's keypad as the screen blinked into existence, bathing the duo in a low blue hue. After a strained paused, Dick straightened his posture.
"So what's the latest installment for?"
Batman's eye's remained on the immense screen in front of them. "It's an operating algorithm that will allow our satellites to scan for atmospheric anomalies, specifically clusters of a particular bio-organic indicator commonly found in meta-humans."
"So you're making sure you can tell if someone with superpowers enters the atmosphere, right?"
Batman nodded, his fingers typing furiously as rows of code materialized on the screen. Dick chuckled as a smirk grew across his face.
"Your predication for sesquipedalian loquaciousness in lieu of a more orthodox syntax is vexatious and incensing to the ephemeral familiary in your vicinity…"
"Using vexatious and incensing in the same sentence is redundant." Batman replied absentmindedly, still racing through the algorithms lengthy code. "Also, familiary isn't a word."
"Are you sure? It sounds perfectly cromulent…"
"Stop that."
"I wish you knew what humour was…"
"Now who's being vexatious…" he deadpanned.
Dick's laugh increased in volume as he shuffled towards Batman, his hand lightly resting on the bulky man's shoulder. "You really are no fun, you know that?"
A discrete smile appeared on Batman's face as he stepped back from the computer, his gaze directed at his former ward softly. "I'm aware, which is why it's your turn in the crawl space."
Dick's hand roughly fell from Batman's shoulders as he glared, though his childish smirk remained plastered on his face. "Isn't child labour illegal?"
"Not in space; its complete anarchy up here." he teased, his grim covered gauntlet pointing towards the hole in the mainframe. Dick grumbled as he crouched, pulling back his long hair before inserting himself into the dimly lit box. His annoyed protests echoed off the steel walls.
"I'm going to run a systems diagnosis to make sure everything's compatible. Use the frequency analyzer connected to the transponder to maintain contact with our satellites. Just in case…"
"Yeah yeah I know, in case it starts raining billions of dollars' worth of city busting junk…" Dick mumbled. He crawled towards a faint green light flickering behind a batch of wiring, his arm extended forward to clasp the duel dials jutting out of its base.
"Got it, you can start now." he called out, wincing slightly as his voice ricocheted off his enclosed surroundings.
"Starting diagnostic…" Batman's fingers flew over the keys as the screen morphed in front of him. A high-pitch wine escaped from the space below as Nightwing fiddled with the waves darting across the analyzer's screen. "Already at 10 percent. Let me know if anything happens down there."
"Gotcha boss."
The mechanical doors of the lower floor whooshed open as Green Lantern strode in, wisps of steam rising from his coffee. He craned his neck upwards towards the figure of the Dark Knight hunched over the room's main monitor, his deep baritone rising over the whirling of the machine.
"Morning, Batman."
The cloaked figure's gaze remained fixated on the screen in front of him, the clacking of the keys still emanating. John shook his head as he continued towards an empty station.
"Typical…" he murmured.
"50 percent…" he reported, glancing at the prone form of Nightwing. A hand shot out of the crawl space, its thumb pointed towards the ceiling.
"Still good down here; just keep doing what you're doing."
Batman returned to the screen in front of him as a slight current of air hit the back of his legs. His glare hardened as the Man of Steel deftly landed behind him.
"Bruce, can you look over these After-Action reports. I noticed a few things off after the last deployment…"
"Busy." he replied dismissively, his eyes never leaving the screen. Superman chuckled.
"Right, sorry. I'll just leave them on your desk." He glided towards the Monitor Womb's lower floor as Batman called out to Dick.
"Any problems?"
"None, other than the fact that my sinuses are throttling my head right now…"
Batman said nothing as he pulled up a second screen next to the compiling code, its schematic of the Watchtower reading out a calming Fully Operational. He closed the window as the central tower's doors shot open, the distinct clacking of heels drowning out the computer's hum. Batman's shoulder's tensed as he stopped typing.
"Hello, Bruce. How are you?"
"Fine, Princess." he gently responded, craning his neck behind him to lock eyes with the Amazon. "How about you?"
"I'm good." she smiled, teeth sparkling in the overhead light. "Haven't got my iced mocha yet, but I can manage a few hours without it."
"I can make a run to the commissary when I'm done." Batman turned to face Diana, his cloak nestling loosely on his shoulders. Her smile grew incrementally larger.
"That's alright; I just came up to drop this off." They broke eye contact as she placed a light brown folder on top of the stack carried in by Superman. Her gaze returned to the stoic figure of Batman. "Want me to return the favour?"
Batman turned back towards the computer as his cloak enveloped him, his voice still neutral. "I'll be fine; I had coffee before I got here. Thanks though."
She nodded, a smile creeping further onto her ruby lips as she walked back to the central tower's elevator. She waved at the Dark Knight. "Be seeing you then. We're still on for sparring later, right?"
Batman's hidden face beamed as Wonder Woman entered the elevator, her eyes just barely catching the small smirk forming as he spoke. "Wouldn't miss it, Princess."
"Oh sure, don't ask if I want anything…" mumbled Dick as the doors closed, snapping Batman's attention back towards the computer screen.
"We're done." He stated flatly. "You can come out now."
"Gladly…" he mused, brushing off a layer of grit as he rose. Reaching his full height, he stared at Batman, his brow furrowed in interest.
"So…what was that?"
Batman stared unfazed. "What was what?"
"That…" he pointed to where Wonder Woman once stood. "You actually engaged in a conversation. Hell you even said thank you."
"It was nothing…" Batman tensed, his weight shuffling uneasily from foot to foot.
"Sure, and bears only shit in outhouses. I can read body language, Bruce. You've got yourself a little crush, don't you?"
"How very mature of you…" he replied dryly, focusing his attention back on the fully prepped monitor. Dick, however, stepped in front of him.
"You gonna ask her out?" he prodded.
"No."
"Why not? Chicken?"
"Out of the way, Dick…"
"So you're willing to punch Darkseid in the face, but you're too scared to ask out a team-mate?"
"Drop it…" he seethed, pushing his young ward roughly out of his path. Dick leaned closer to his ear in return.
"Then ask her Old Man! She's the only immortal one you know…"
"I'm not asking her out!" he bellowed, his face angrily pressed against Nightwing's. His ward's smile stretched across his entire face.
"Fine, I'll do it for you." With near super-human speed, he bounded towards the edge of the platform just as Wonder Woman exited the elevator. Leaning over, he called out towards her, making sure to attract as much attention as possible.
"HEY DIANA! BRUCE WANTS TO TALK TO YOU ABOUT SOMETHING!" he turned back towards Batman in time to see him desperately reach a clenched hand towards him, a vitriolic glare shooting out from his eyes.
"Dick I swear to god…" he stopped as Wonder Woman floated over top of them, her crimson boots reaching the floor gently. Her arms were crossed over her chest as an amused smirk sat on her face.
She knows….mused Dick internally…this is going to be hilarious…
"Dick could you give us a minute?" Batman demanded, his fiery gaze still attempting to burrow into his. Dick's shoulders slumped.
Awww man…..no fun at all…..
Trudging to the elevator, he waved his hand dismissively in Batman's direction. The Dark Knight's glare followed him until the elevator doors shut, his eyes then nervously darting towards the regal Amazon in front of him.
Her smirk grew as he stuttered.
"I-I…he's just…you know…"
"No, can't say I do…" she leaned forward teasingly, causing Batman to shift backwards again. He rubbed the nape of his armoured neck nervously.
"He's…I think he's just…being, uhm…"
"Wasting time?" she finished, her twinkling eyes staring directly into his.
"Sure…yes. Just wasting time."
Her smirk grew as she began rise, her arms still crossed over her chest. "Ah, well you know boys that age. Always so pig-headed. Trying to get a laugh. Kid's stuff; things us adults would never do, right?"
"Right…" he replied sheepishly, his gaze dropping towards the unremarkable floor.
"Well if that's everything…" she turned slowly to leave just as Batman reached out towards her.
"Wait, uh…I just installed a new combat sim in the batcave…I figure it only makes sense that you be the first to test it out. Before I export it up here, that is…"
She dropped back to the floor, her arms draped beside her thighs. "An intriguing idea…" She sauntered closer to Batman. "But if we do that, I might need something to eat. It's never a good idea to fight on an empty stomach after all."
"I'm…sure Alfred could whip something up for you…us…" he continued to stammer as he tried to direct his gaze back to the floor, only to find it impossible as her eyes locked onto his.
"Sounds lovely." She stated, her form leaping gracefully into the air. "I'll swing by around 6:00 or so." She took off towards the exit before he could say anything in response, her smirk morphing into a full, tooth filled grin as she hurriedly exited the room. Batman remained standing, slowly realizing that his legs had started quivering unconsciously halfway through his embarrassing drabble. He growled before turning back towards the computer, his mind racing.
That boy better hope he's already teleported off the tower, or so help me god…..
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He fumbled with his cuff links, the polished gold twiddling endlessly in his fingers. He paced over the soft rug in tune with the soft clicking of the grand clock nestled against the wall, its hands creeping ever closer to the six. His mind churned with warring thoughts as he stared into whichever wall he saw in front of him.
You'll be fine, you're Batman. She just thinks it's about the combat program…
Are you really that dense? You KNOW why she's here…
Yes, Dick invited her. Against my will.
You could have stopped him. Said no. You WANT her to come.
Why am I arguing with myself! I'm not crazy!
Yes you are! You've been ignoring her for god knows…
He jolted out of his internal sparring as the door-bell chimed echoed throughout the manor, stopping Bruce hard in his tracks. The sharp footfalls of Alfred followed the distinguished Englishman as he rounded the corner, his eyes meeting Bruce's with a knowing gleam. He glided to the entrance, heaving both doors open…
To reveal the stunning visage of Wonder Woman. Her raven hair flowed over her shoulders as the orange hue of the setting sun poured over her white jacket. A slight breeze rustled her matching skirt, its material wrapping itself around her legs like woven silk.
Bruce marveled at her form while also silently praying for a heart attack to claim him right then and there. His nervousness only increased as Alfred's hand gently clasped hers.
"Such a pleasure to see you again, Miss Diana. And I must say you look absolutely astonishing this evening."
Diana smiled as she graciously took the elderly gentleman's hand. "It's great to see you too Alfred. Hope I'm not intruding on any evening plans."
"Hardly, Miss." His smile warmed. "Besides, any day that you grace these hallowed halls with your presence would be celebration enough to cancel should any plans exist. Getting Master Bruce to socialize is equally momentous."
"That's sweet, though Dick did strong arm him into this." Her eyes peered over Alfred's shoulder as they locked onto the brooding form of Bruce. Her smile turned playful as she watched him nervously fumble with his tie.
"Ah but of course…" sighed Alfred, his form moving away from her line of sight as he closed the doors. "Master Bruce would never possess such aptitude."
"That'll be all, Alfred." growled Bruce as he cleared his throat. His faithful butler remained unfazed.
"Very good sir. Dinner is not yet ready, so perhaps the Master could show her the bustling garden he recently planted, hmm?"
"I didn't know you gardened." Diana teased. She caught the gleam in Alfred's eye as he continued.
"You should witness him in action, Miss Diana. Such intense focus on the field of horticulture. Why I believe he recently planted a series of Greek flowers he had imported in…"
"Alfred…" he scowled, shooting glares at his guardian. Diana giggled at his flustered form.
"And when he saw them, my how he wept. You would think it was as though he had read the magnum opus of William Blake himself!"
"Don't you have more important things to do?" Bruce warned. Diana's laughter only grew.
"Hardly sir, but I suppose I'd rather not sleep in the cave this evening. I'll take my leave." He politely bowed before disappearing further into the mansion, leaving the giggling Diana alone with the still flustered Dark Knight. They locked eyes again as her smile widened, sending waves of heat crashing through Bruce's body. The silence grew heavy as his gaze darted towards the floor, his mind struggling to pierce the veil of unfamiliar emotion draped over it. His eyes focused on the matching crimson of Diana's strappy shoes and toe nail polish.
"Uhm…nice shoes…" he stated meekly, his gaze slowly meeting the amused look of the Princess in front of him. She leaned in playfully.
"One attack on your manhood and you're at a loss for words, huh?"
"I'm…" he paused, composing himself. "I can't say that I'm very good at this."
She gleamed softly as she extended her arm outwards, motioning for him to lock onto her with his own. "Don't worry…" she teased. "I'll protect you. Just tell me how to get to this wondrous garden of yours and we'll work our way from there."
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The walk through the manor was brisk and uneventful, the occasional silence broken by polite conversation and the clicking of her heels against the floor. Diana's mind replayed the last time she had toured the manor, shortly after the Thanagarian invasion, and noted that few, if anything had been changed in the intervening years. She tightened her hold on Bruce's arm as she felt another flutter of nervousness wrack his form, mentally quipping that he was adorable when he acted like an anxious teenager.
Bruce's grip loosened as they approached a set of doors, beige curtains lapping over the sides. The faint glow of a disappearing sun shrouded the room in orange as beams burst forth from the curtains seems. Gently, Bruce opened them, giving way to a stunning panorama of the sprawling garden in front of them.
Diana gawked in amazement as her senses were assaulted with shades of pink, violent and white while her eyes poured over the colourful quilt of the garden. Manicured flowers stretched towards the rocky cliffs, their regal stems grasping at the sanguine sky. A pleasant concoction of smells wafted off the petals, carried to her nose by the gentle currents of the breeze. She noticed a set of familiar flowers nestled into a corner of the garden, adorned by pearly white statues of varying Greek heroes. The sun glistened off her teeth as her smile continued to grow.
"Alfred wasn't lying about the garden…" They leaned against the railing of the porch; shoulder's pressed together as they stared into the sea of colours.
"Not at all…though for the record, I only cried like I had read John Keats."
Diana laughed as she turned towards the smirking Bruce. "Humour and a smile, tell me it's not the Apocalypse already." They shared a laugh as their eyes locked, the breeze whipping their hair across their face. They remained silent, gazing into one another, unmoving except for the flapping of their clothes.
Bruce broke from the stare and turned towards the garden, his shoulders visibly slumping as he pushed against the railing. Diana frowned, placing a concerned hand over his own.
"Bruce…"
"This was a mistake…" he interrupted, a small snarl forming. "You shouldn't have come here…not like this…"
Diana withdrew her hand and pushed back from the railing. Her voice remained soft as she spoke, the wind lightly clipping her skin.
"I don't want to fight, not about this. Not again. But I think I at least deserve to know why…"
"I already told you why." he replied curtly, his gaze still burrowing endlessly into the remaining crest of the setting sun.
"You and I both know those have nothing to do with your decision. Please, just be honest with me…" she lightly grasped his head and pulled his gaze towards hers. "Please…" she pleaded with forcing eyes, desperately searching his own for answers. He placed his hands over hers, guiding them towards the railing where he held them in clasped fists. His voice lowered, as equal parts solemn as it was contemplative.
"They're not all a cover…Diana, I'm a mortal. Just flesh and blood. I'll be dead in what amounts to a blink of the eye for you, if I even manage to survive that long. I don't want you to be tied down to someone who's only going to be a part of you for a fraction of your time here; it's not fair to you."
Her eyes glistened as she cupped his face, slowly bringing his head closer to hers. "I would gladly sacrifice the rest of my life if it meant I could spend it with you, but it won't come to that. You know I'm stronger than that, strong enough to always keep you in my heart but also live life like you would want me too."
He protested. "But if I die Diana…"
"Then I mourn, but Bruce, don't you think it's infinitely crueler to make me go through your death thinking about what could have been instead of experiencing it? No memory is more heart breaking than regret."
He paused, his sulking gaze dropping again to their feet. A shudder erupted from his shoulders, startling her slightly. She pulled his gaze back into her eyes as she stared at him defiantly.
"You already know that, I can tell. What's the real reason Bruce? You can tell me."
The wind whistled through their still forms as he grew silently. Gently, he removed her hands before leaning back over the railing, addressing the darkness creeping over them as it stretched to the now sunless horizon. He bowed his head.
"People say that I'm fighting a one-man war on crime…but I'm not." Diana stared at him, surprise creeping onto her face. He continued his voice still sunken.
"Crime didn't take my parents. It didn't take Dick's either. Or Jason's life. Or Clark's world.…every time I put on that cowl, I'm fighting against death itself." The darkness of the night engulfed the last beams of light, plunging them into a vast inky blanket. Diana placed a hand on his shoulder, seeing pain pour from his very being as he spoke.
"I'm terrified of death, Diana. Not of my own, but of others. So I make myself a target. I point to the heavens and I dare the universe to strike me down; to let out all its crazies, its tyrants, its regular street thugs desperate enough to solve their problems with a gun. I put myself in front of the proverbial bullet so no one else has to. I take whatever evil the world throws out when the sun goes down so that when the morning comes, people still have their wife or husband next to them."
He paused as he turned towards Diana, her face blank as she stared at him. He gently clasped her shoulders and squeezed them as shadows enveloped them.
"You know that's a dark path, god knows I do. And it's a lonely one too, because it has to be. The idea that your soul-mate, the person you pour your everything into, goes out every night with a death wish…I wouldn't put anyone through that. But with you…Diana, you're the most perfect woman I've ever met. You inspire hope where ever you go, you fill hearts with courage when it's all but been extinct…you're the beacon of everything that makes it right to be alive. Without you, the universe would be an infinitely darker place than it already is…and I can't stand the thought of dragging you down into this abyss with me."
A single tear slid down her cheek, his rough finger brushing it off in one deft motion. She closed her eyes as his hands left her cheeks, feeling his presence wafer as he turned to leave.
"I don't care." she called out to him, her gaze hardened. Bruce's eyes lit up in shock.
"Diana I…"
"No, stop and listen to me. I. Don't. Care." She defiantly crossed the distance between them, her gaze burrowing into his once more.
"You're not the only one who's dealt with death. I'm an Amazon, I've trudged through fields littered with the gore of my sisters since the day my mother sculpted me. I know death, almost as well as you do." she paused as she lowered her voice, he glare turning soft as she grasped Bruce's hands.
"What you do is the noblest thing I've ever seen, and I'll never take that away from you. But it's dangerous to go at it alone. Without some reason to exist, without some humanity, all that will happen is the void will pull you in and distort you into a dark shell of whatever you were. It'll release a monster back into the world you swore to protect, and you'll be helpless to watch it destroy everything you've worked to prevent."
"Which is why this can't ever work." he protested. "I won't risk your life just so you can save mine."
She sighed, resting her forehead on his.
"Then you're damning yourself. It's not a what if anymore, it's just a suicide march. For you and everyone around you." She glanced back into his eyes, their gaze noticeably softer. "Bruce, you've done so much for me since we've met, at least let me try to make you happy. You need that little sliver of humanity to keep you tied down, and you know that I'm strong enough to keep both of us out of the darkness."
He tried to object, but words escaped him. He felt his face fall, emotion sweeping through him like a violent storm. He nestled his head on her shoulder as she continued.
"It won't just be me Bruce. Alfred, Tim, Dick, even Clark, we're all here for you." She paused, raising his head from her shoulder and staring into his moist eyes. "I just want to be there a little more than the others, that's all. Let me in, please. There's no one more dedicated to your cause and your safety than me."
He stood meekly, arms limp by his side. The moisture in his eyes disappeared as the nightly wind swept away the tears, the impenetrable blackness still surrounding them. Suddenly, he chuckled, catching Diana off guard. He stuffed his hands into his pocket as he spoke.
"You know, I'm amazed at how much you've grown since the invasion all those years back. You were the most innocent, naïve woman I had ever met, and yet here you are, making a speech that would make Friedrich Nietzsche pause and re-evaluate his entire philosophy…"
"And you're still the most single-minded, infuriating man in the entire world." she chuckled in response, lightly striking him in the arm. "But it's nice to know that every once in a while you strip off your masks for me. I know not many people get that honor."
"I don't know, Clark did get me Belgian chocolate for my birthday…"
She roughly grabbed his shoulders before pulling him closer, their lips mere inches way from each other. "Save the jokes for when I don't want to kiss you." she purred.
"If you insist." he replied softly, his hand gently rubbing the nape of her neck.
"Does that mean you'll give this a try?"
"I'm still skeptical…" he paused, considering his words carefully. "But there's no one on this planet that I trust more than you. So I'm willing to jump in, provided we both have a safety net to catch us if things go wrong."
She smiled as she gently pecked the tip of his nose, both of their eyes closing.
"I'd expect nothing less from the Dark Knight."
Their lips connected as sparks shot through each other's bodies, their hands clasped together at their sides.
The stars in the blackened sky twinkled into existence, their piercing light ripping apart the ebony fabric of the void and bathing the duo in a flickering hue. The wind ceased completely, the only sound around them being the gentle crashing of the waves below them.
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Batman fiddled with a loose key on Monitor Womb's main computer as he heard the slight flutter of wind behind him. The Man of Steel placed another set of folders on a table behind him, taking care not to disturb the work of the man in front of him.
"I'll just put these here; let me know when you've got a moment to look them over."
The Dark Knight placed his tools down before walking briskly towards the still floating Superman, his cloak pushed upwards over his shoulders.
"I can skim through them now if you want; shouldn't take me more than a few minutes."
Superman stared at the man next to him, a look of complete shock emanating from his features. He shook the surprise off as he turned towards the edge of the platform.
"Right…I'm going to go grab a coffee from the commissary, so…"
"You can have mine." Batman interrupted. "I haven't had any yet, so there's no backwash."
The Man of Steel was floored. His feet landed hard on the ground as he plodded towards the Dark Knight, his eyes still skimming the now opened folder. The door to the Monitor Room opened as Green Lantern entered, his own cup of coffee perched precariously on the top of set of notepads.
"Morning Lantern." Batman called downwards, his attention still directed towards the spreadsheets in front of him.
"What in the!?" John cried, his coffee lurching from his arms and tumbling to the floor. He cursed as Superman stared agape at Batman.
"Might want to give that coffee to Lantern instead."
"Alright, who are you and what did you do with Batman?"
He stopped flipping through the files and glanced at Superman. "It's me Kent. Who in their right mind would break into the Watchtower just to run around in my underwear?"
"And now he's making jokes too!" Superman exclaimed loudly, his arms shooting up into the air. "Did we collide with another universe again? Or…" he paused as the doors to the room opened again, the distinctive pattern of Wonder Woman's uniform entering his view. She sauntered towards the central tower's elevator, her pleasant humming echoing throughout the Womb's halls. A smirk grew across Superman's face.
"Oh…well finally."
"I have no idea what you're talking about." Stated Batman dismissively, his gaze diverted back towards the file in his hands. He closed the brown folder and thrust it towards the still gleaming Superman.
"We'll need to work with our away-teams on hostile environment extraction, otherwise everything seems in order."
"Right…" mused Superman as he grasped the folders from Batman's outstretched hand. A small smile crept onto his face as the sound of the elevators whirling engines filled their ears.
"Shouldn't you go get Lantern his coffee?" deadpanned Batman.
"Of course, how could I be so insensitive…" He gave the Dark Knight a knowing wink as he drifted over the platform's edge, his red and blue form falling gracefully towards the now coffee stain floor. Glancing over his shoulder, Batman caught the glistening visage of the Earth as the sun crept over its horizon, its golden glow flowing over the mixture of blue, green and white before it struck the window. Batman smiled, basking in its warm glow.
Dick was right…it is a hell of a view…..
*Points fingers and screeches* FLUFF! FLUFF!
Yeah, I wanted to try my hand at writing some legitimate romance stuff between my two favorite characters. The kind that doesn't involve alternate universe and kicking people in the nuts. Just some good old fashioned, dialogue heavy, hopefully humorous (until its not), romance.
And I'll be damned if I didn't enjoy it.
Let me know what you think, and thanks for taking the time to read it!