A/N: This is my sort of, 'In-Between-Story'. It's all the important moments that happen between my major installments. I will label something similar to a date with only the month and day, no year, at the top of the chapters, as probably only 1, at most 2; chapters will pertain to a certain point in time. What sets Will Bruce Ever Be Happy and Proof Bruce is Happy along with the next installment I will eventually start working on, apart is that this story is a lot more choppy. They are about that point in time and then move on. I will not be the consistent week or weeks in a row. It will be that week and then skip a month and then skip 2 months and then 2 weeks of 1 month, etc. It does not have a story line, but would be quite helpful if you read the stories in this order: Will Bruce Ever Be Happy, What Makes Bruce Happy (this story) then cut from this story when Proof Bruce is Happy happens, then back to this story, then to whatever the next "main" story is, and back to this one and I will decide from there if I wish to continue. Yes, this will require some hopping, but if you just want to read my other 2 and then this one, or by the time the 3rd one comes out to the future readers, all 3 and then this one, that will work too.

BTW, this starts right after Will Bruce Ever Be Happy so that means we will start off by planning a wedding!

Thanks so much to my story followers and without further ado, wait, actually have to credit and disclaim my use of these characters. They belong to DC Comics. Now, without further ado, What Makes Bruce Happy!

Thx!

AMM


~Diana's POV~

June 17

It was less then a month ago that Bruce proposed. I still can't believe I'm marrying the man of my dreams! I constantly admire the ring on my finger and have been caught shamelessly staring at the beautiful diamond lined gold and silver band that sits on my left ring finger.

At first, everyone was obsessed with the ring, marveling that Bruce could afford such an elegant piece of jewelry, even though he's a billionaire. Then, the stage Bruce was not expecting came next.

Everyone bombarded him with questions, wanting to know how long he'd been planning to propose, what made him decide to do it, where the ring came from, etc. I don't think I've ever seen him look so threatening under the attention. He hated it. Absolutely hated it. I felt so bad for him, but I couldn't help but stifle a giggle when he was asked the same question for the millionth time in one day. I think he would've started swinging at people had I not dragged him home.

Currently, I was helping Alfred wash dishes. I had offered to help and he took me up on my offer, allowing me to dry the plates. We were almost done when I felt a strong pair of arms wrap around me and a muscular front press into my back.

"Hello," he murmurs into my neck as he presses a gentle kiss there.

"I'll leave you too for a moment, but," he turns to Bruce, obviously happy at our comfortable posture, but with a stern voice says, "I need to finish washing the dishes." And with that, Alfred leaves the kitchen.

"Hello, Mr. Wayne," I say as I turn in his arms.

"Hello, future Mrs. Wayne," he says with a small smile. I like knowing that I'm the one who put that smile there, that I'm the reason he doesn't seem to be as brooding now. Of course he's still brooding though, he wouldn't be Bruce if he didn't brood, but his mood is lighter if I'm around. "I can't make to make you my wife!" he whispers happily to me.

I smile at him, though I worry. How can he marry me? How can he marry someone who's only ever witnessed a wedding on TV? He notices my slight hesitation to respond to his comment.

A look of worry comes across his face. "What's wrong?" He asks, pulling back slightly so he can see my face better.

"Well," I start.

"Well?" he urges.

"Well, it's just that no one ever got married on Themyscira and the only weddings I've ever witnessed have been on TV…."

"So, you're saying," Bruce is trying to see what I mean, but…

"I have absolutely no clue how to throw a wedding!"

A smile spreads across Bruce's face as he realizes that it wasn't anything that he did.

"If that's what you're worried about, then just ask Alfred. He helped plan my parents wedding." At the small mention of his parents, Bruce's face grows solemn. But then he seems to shake the thought away and a small smile comes back to his face. "Alfred will know what you need to do and would probably love to help."

"What did you think I was going to say?" I ask, wondering why he'd gotten so worried.

"I thought you might have finally realized the mistake you're making by agreeing to marry-" I put a finger to his lips to quiet him. I then move my hands to cradle his strong jaw that I love so much.

"Bruce Wayne, I am not making the mistake of promising to spend my life with you! I love you and-" he cuts me off by pressing a kiss to my lips. I wrap my arms around his neck and pull him closer to me. I feel his tongue begin to trace my lower lip when someone clears his throat from behind Bruce.

"I told you I have dishes to clean so you either let me have my helper back, or I will finish by myself." Bruce pulls away and leans his forehead against mine.

"I guess that's my cue to go. I'll see you later, ok?" he presses one last kiss to my lips then leaves the kitchen, pulling his phone out of his back pocket as it begins to ring.

"Alrighty then, I get my helper back!" Alfred sounds pleased.

As I turn back around to the sink continue helping with the dishes, Alfred begins to smile. A big smiles that lights up the older man's entire face. As he starts to wash a coffee mug, he turns his head to look at me.

"What?" I ask him as he hands me the mug to dry.

"Oh, it's just you and Master Bruce, Mistress Diana. Makes this old mans heart happy again. I can barely comprehend the happiness I feel when you and Master Bruce are together. I've never seen him this happy or in love. It's truly a miracle. You're truly a miracle Mistress Diana."

"I love making him happy, Alfred. But he keeps thinking that I'm going to some how 'snap out of it' and call off the engagement. I don't know where he got that idea, but he seems very set on me finally seeing that he doesn't deserve me. I don't know how to change his mind and convince him that I love him and will never leave."

"Mistress Diana, let your actions speak louder then your words. Show him you love him by marrying him and loving him and being there for him when things get rough, just as he will you. He's a stubborn man, as I'm sure you know, and thinks that he doesn't deserve anything but the worst. Show him that he deserves better then that."

"Of course, Alfred. Can I ask a favor of you, or more like ask if you would like to help me with something?" He turns to face me fully.

"Of course, Mistress Diana. Anything,"

"Could you help me plan the wedding? The only thing I know I want is the date and Bruce. And the date is something we both decided on."

"Of course! Oh this will be fun. I helped Martha and Thomas Wayne plan their wedding and if I may say so myself, it was the best damn wedding I'd ever been too." I rarely ever heard Alfred curse, but he hadn't seemed to notice that it'd came out. It was because he was so proud of the people that he didn't just work for, but the people that welcomed him in like family. And now he is the surrogate father to those peoples son.

"When were you and Master Bruce thinking for the wedding date?" he asks, turning back to the sink full of dishes.

"Um, July 26?" I say, though it is more as a question as Alfred stops pulling a plate from the sudsy water.

"July? That's hardly more then a month from now!" he asks, recovering from the shock and continuing to rinse the plate clean of suds and soap.

"Is that too soon?" I ask, nervous that Bruce and I would have to find another date when it was hard enough to settle on this one.

"It is soon, so hopefully you weren't hoping for a big wedding."

"I was honestly just wanting close friends, a private affair." The last thing I wanted was paparazzi showing up everywhere, ruining the wedding and putting both Bruce and I on the cover of every magazine that could get anywhere close to the news of the famous bachelor-no-more Bruce Wayne and his Amazon Princess bride.

I had grown very accustom to the paparazzi when I first came to Man's World but it was nothing compared to when I started going out in public with Bruce, especially when the press found out we were dating. I don't think any of them have found out we're engaged, I don't wear my ring when I'm out as Wonder Woman so no one has seen my ring on my finger in public since I don't leave the Manor often. I'm actually very occupied here.

I wanted something small, something with just Alfred and Bruce and I's closest friends. Like Clark and Lois, Shayera and John, J'onn and Wally; like I said, close friends.

"Well, Mistress Diana, you are going to need to choose your guest list, maid of honor, which is the woman who will hold your bouquet while you and Master Bruce are being married." Alfred pauses to beam and smile once more then continues on. "The maid of honor will also be pretty much your sidekick for the day, helping you with almost everything. I will talk to Master Bruce about his Best Man. You will need to decide on a venue for the wedding and where to have the reception dinner.

"Someone will need to make the wedding official and you will need to choose the ring you will give to Master Bruce as he will do the same. Write up your vows and memorize them if you can." I quickly interrupt him before he carries on with the dizzying list.

"What exactly are the vows?"

"Oh, dear they are what you and Master Bruce are going to promise to each other to do for the rest of your life. Promising to love him every day and be his best friend and cherish him. He will do the same and you will exchange the vows soon before exchanging the rings."

"Oh," I smile to myself as a quick sense of giddiness floods my system. "What else?"

"You will of course need a dress and a veil if you so choose, along with shoes and jewelry. You'll also need to either choose or go with your bridal party to choose their dresses. It will be up to you whether or not your maid of honor has a different dress then the rest of the bridal party, which consists of you, your maid of honor, and bridesmaids. Master Bruce will have to get a tux, and if you would like, find a vest or perhaps a tie or bow tie that would match the theme of the wedding."

Alfred continues to go on and on about telling me what essentials are needed for a wedding. He talks about the theme, which could be a color theme or pattern or a cultural theme, etc. He also talked about flowers and cake, the meal we would serve and who would walk me down the aisle to give me to Bruce. I asked Alfred if he would.

I swear this man will have his heart give out due to all this happiness that has happened lately. He smiled at me and his teeth sparkled and his eyes gleamed. He dried his hands off and gave me a hug, agreeing to walk me down the aisle.

"Now, Mistress Diana. Some of these details, I would suggest either bringing Master Bruce along or at least discussing it with him. He has a say as well as to what the cake may taste like or who is coming, I think he will be pretty laid back about it though. He most likely won't care as long as you are there." I blush slightly.

"Of course, Alfred. I would want him to have a say in it anyways." We finally had finished washing the dishes and Alfred pulls me in for one more hug and then pulls away. I'm about to go search the house for Bruce when Alfred asks me one more question.

"Who do you think your maid of honor will be by chance, Mistress Diana?"

"Most likely Shayera. Why?" I ask, confused as to why he must know now.

"Well, you will need to plan for a Bachelorette party."

"What in the name of Tartarus is that?" I ask bewildered.

"A bachelorette party is your last taste of the single life, or at least the un-married life. You and your best girl friends, no men allowed, go party or whatever it is you would like to do. Master Bruce will have a similar event, or at least I will try and get him too even if he won't like it." I know what he means. Bruce hates being the center of attention and/or having a party thrown in his favor.

"So I was just wondering so I could possibly call up Miss Shayera and see what we can do about getting your Bachelorette party under way. Would you like it to be a surprise or would you like to be apart of the planning?"

I think for a moment. "Surprise me! Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to go search for my fiancé."

"Of course, Mistress Diana. Thank you for the help with the dishes and the opportunity to help and he such a part of yours and Master Bruce's wedding."

"Absolutely, Alfred. I wouldn't have it any other way." I peck the elder mans face and leave the kitchen in search of my husband-to-be.


A/N: Hope that was ok for a first chapter! I'm just fore-warning you, I'm known to be quite vexing….Woops! Wrong characters! This isn't Harley Quinn from Suicide Squad, though she was amazing in what I found to be an amazing movie.

Anyways, I'm just fore-warning you that there will be explicit lemons, or explicit content. Maybe even explicit language. I'm not sure yet. But I will let you know where there will be lemons or anything like that. Other then that, I hope you enjoy and will see you guys in the next chapter though I'm not sure when that will be.

Thx!

AMM