A/N: Sorry this took SO long – things have been busy hither, and I've been
concentrating on Tension a little too much...b/c of time and stuff you guys
aren't really here to read, I'm cutting out most of the actual "bad guy"
plotline and just giving you the good stuff (plus I don't really remember
how I was gonna pull off the new bad guy anyway...)
Disclaimer: I don't own Justice League or Batman, blah, blah, blah.
Diana had been on monitor duty all night, and she was barely conscious by the time she was relieved at six thirty two that morning. She stumbled uncharacteristically clumsily back to her room, flopping onto her bed with a heavy sigh she had willed herself to hold for hours. She didn't even bother taking her uniform off.
After two and a half hours of lying exhausted on her small bed, on top of the sweaty sheets that were rumpled from her constant tossing and turning, Diana gave up on falling asleep there and migrated, with some difficulty, to the couch in front of the TV which Flash had insisted upon installing. She thanked Hera that no one was around to see her in her pitiful state, circles under her beautiful blue eyes, silky, soft ebony hair mussed and matted to her forehead slightly, slouching a bit and dragging her feet with every step. She was a mess.
Just as she was falling asleep after three cups of herbal tea, and watching half of Fight Club, a cold tingle ran down her spine and the hair stood up on the back of her neck. Before she could move, a voice came out of a convenient, but oddly out of place shadow:
"Tired?"
Had she been physically capable of such a feat, Diana would have jumped five feet in the air at the voice. Of course she was annoyed to no end that Batman was in the tower all this time and she had been completely unaware of the fact. Not that she was all that upset that he was there in general...
"A bit," she responded in a slurred grumble – or as much of one as she could get, seeing as how her words always seemed to be carefully put forth with perfect diction in her soft, deep voice. Being an ambassador can do that to you.
Batman offered a faint smirk, and as she dozed off , she felt the warmth of some kind of cloth covering her...
Diana awoke several hours later, to the sound of John and Shayera arguing over...something. As she regained full awareness, she was met with the realization that the thing she was covered with was Batman's cape, and that he was asleep in the chair across from her.
She'd heard on the news, and seen on some of the security posts while on monitor duty, that he had spent the last few weeks tracking down a new arsonist, and as of three that morning, had apprehended a man that had murdered several people within the last month. She meant to ask him about it when she saw him, but was so tired she didn't get around to it.
It was...interesting to see him asleep – so unguarded. He looked more human and more vulnerable than she had ever seen him in that moment, and she almost wanted to sit with him, to put her arms around him and protect him. Of course her better judgment was against that.
She was well aware of her own fascination with Batman from when she first entered Man's World – his grace, his intelligence, his dedication, his endurance, his warrior spirit, and his mysterious, dark beauty.
She often found herself entranced when she would see him training, and felt almost humbled by his methodical, yet seemingly second nature skill. Before she knew it, her admiration had grown into something...deeper. Most people would probably identify it as love, but since she had never experienced such, she couldn't be sure. There was also a side of lust that she was a bit resentful of – not that she denied it. In fact, she wished to act on the feelings, had she thought Batman would accept her affections.
Diana believed that he may have returned her feelings, but the problem was if he would be willing to show it. Despite her wanting to emotionally defend herself, she couldn't help getting her hopes up after the small display of care he showed that day – she only hoped it would persist so that she could be sure she could make her move...
So um....meh, it's ok. Lemmie know what you think – I'm totally willing to change stuff or make the next chapter based on requests and stuff. I'm just having some nasty writer's block. Thanks for reading...
Diana had been on monitor duty all night, and she was barely conscious by the time she was relieved at six thirty two that morning. She stumbled uncharacteristically clumsily back to her room, flopping onto her bed with a heavy sigh she had willed herself to hold for hours. She didn't even bother taking her uniform off.
After two and a half hours of lying exhausted on her small bed, on top of the sweaty sheets that were rumpled from her constant tossing and turning, Diana gave up on falling asleep there and migrated, with some difficulty, to the couch in front of the TV which Flash had insisted upon installing. She thanked Hera that no one was around to see her in her pitiful state, circles under her beautiful blue eyes, silky, soft ebony hair mussed and matted to her forehead slightly, slouching a bit and dragging her feet with every step. She was a mess.
Just as she was falling asleep after three cups of herbal tea, and watching half of Fight Club, a cold tingle ran down her spine and the hair stood up on the back of her neck. Before she could move, a voice came out of a convenient, but oddly out of place shadow:
"Tired?"
Had she been physically capable of such a feat, Diana would have jumped five feet in the air at the voice. Of course she was annoyed to no end that Batman was in the tower all this time and she had been completely unaware of the fact. Not that she was all that upset that he was there in general...
"A bit," she responded in a slurred grumble – or as much of one as she could get, seeing as how her words always seemed to be carefully put forth with perfect diction in her soft, deep voice. Being an ambassador can do that to you.
Batman offered a faint smirk, and as she dozed off , she felt the warmth of some kind of cloth covering her...
Diana awoke several hours later, to the sound of John and Shayera arguing over...something. As she regained full awareness, she was met with the realization that the thing she was covered with was Batman's cape, and that he was asleep in the chair across from her.
She'd heard on the news, and seen on some of the security posts while on monitor duty, that he had spent the last few weeks tracking down a new arsonist, and as of three that morning, had apprehended a man that had murdered several people within the last month. She meant to ask him about it when she saw him, but was so tired she didn't get around to it.
It was...interesting to see him asleep – so unguarded. He looked more human and more vulnerable than she had ever seen him in that moment, and she almost wanted to sit with him, to put her arms around him and protect him. Of course her better judgment was against that.
She was well aware of her own fascination with Batman from when she first entered Man's World – his grace, his intelligence, his dedication, his endurance, his warrior spirit, and his mysterious, dark beauty.
She often found herself entranced when she would see him training, and felt almost humbled by his methodical, yet seemingly second nature skill. Before she knew it, her admiration had grown into something...deeper. Most people would probably identify it as love, but since she had never experienced such, she couldn't be sure. There was also a side of lust that she was a bit resentful of – not that she denied it. In fact, she wished to act on the feelings, had she thought Batman would accept her affections.
Diana believed that he may have returned her feelings, but the problem was if he would be willing to show it. Despite her wanting to emotionally defend herself, she couldn't help getting her hopes up after the small display of care he showed that day – she only hoped it would persist so that she could be sure she could make her move...
So um....meh, it's ok. Lemmie know what you think – I'm totally willing to change stuff or make the next chapter based on requests and stuff. I'm just having some nasty writer's block. Thanks for reading...