Four A.M.
He gazed at the slumbering woman next to him, noticing how the sheet draped gently over her curves.
Diana was always the one who fell asleep immediately afterward, while he remained awake. Watching. Etching her image into his memory, knowing that their future was tenuous at best. Yet he had finally agreed to let down his guard, to open his cave and his heart to her. They would share the risks of love – and the rewards.
He considered the possibility of young blue-eyed, black-haired Bats who could fly without jet packs or jump lines, and allowed himself a brief smile.