A/N: I went back and edited the last chapter to rework things so this chapter runs more how I imagined. I didn't change anything major but just enough to help when writing this chapter.

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AMM


~Diana's POV~

I step away from Bruce's desk, slowly approaching him as if he were a spooked deer. Some part of my mind says to put my hands up to discourage him from bolting. He doesn't move away from me, though, continuing to stand by the door with his hands in his pockets with eyes reflecting his uncertainty.

"I promise I did not invite her here." Is the first thing Bruce says and my heart breaks, knowing I'm the one who has placed the seed of doubt in his head, doubt of my trust in his loyalty.

"I know, babe. I know," I reach forward and cup his cheeks, thumbs brushing his cheekbones again. "I wasn't lying when I said you've been running yourself ragged. You look ready to collapse."

His head nuzzles into my hands, eyes briefly closing as his hands hesitantly reach to touch my hips. I step closer to him, Bruce's eyes reopening as he realizes I'm embracing his embrace. His hands grip tighter before sliding around my back and pulling me against him. My own hands move to wrap around his shoulders as I pull him just as close. My feet leave the ground, my toes scraping against the carpeted tiles. I relax in his hold, eyes closing as I breathe him in. The smell of his cologne-of Bruce-has begun to fade on his pillow and our sheets.

"I'm so sorry all of this has happened and that you've believed I'd be unfaithful to you. I'd never, Princess. I would never cheat on you with another woman, Diana."

"Oh, Bruce, I know you'd never cheat on me. It was more that someone else might have been carrying your child more than the publicity or the thought that you'd actually be unfaithful. My heart was so jealous and my mind was trying to come to grips with it. I'm sorry you've felt I didn't trust you, that you've been sleeping on the couch and sneaking in the bedroom in the morning and not taking care of yourself."

"I was waking you?" I release a breathy chuckle, knowing that'd be the point he focuses on.

"My love, I couldn't sleep without you."

Bruce slowly sets me back on the ground, pulling back enough to look in my eyes. "I thought when you weren't looking at the paternity results that you wanted it to be true, that you didn't want me anymore." I look between his eyes, confused.

"Paternity results?"

"The envelope on the dresser."

"That's what that is?" I lean back, eyes wide. We could've gotten over this days ago if I hadn't been so stubborn. My head falls forward to rest against his chest as I groan in aggravation.

"What did you think it was?"

"I don't know but I was too stubborn to look at it. Maybe an apology I didn't think I was ready to read." Bruce's right hand wraps around me to rub up and down my back soothingly. I look back up at Bruce, finding him watching me. "I promise, it would've been my worst nightmare if it was true. I would never wish for a reason to take you away from me. Plus, I don't share." My hands interlock together behind his back, arms tightening around him again.

His hands never stop their soothing motion up and down my back as Bruce continues to quietly look down at me, eyes flickering between both of mine, looking for something.

"I love you, Bruce." I whisper and his eyes stop searching, a small smile breaking across his face as he slowly leans down and seals his lips to mine.

"I love you, Princess. I've missed you," he whispers back, just as quietly having pulled back from the kiss after a moment.

"Can we go home? I don't want to be apart from you right now."

"Is Alfred waiting for you?"

"No, I told him to leave once I got inside. I was hoping we'd be able to work things out." I flush, feeling shy all of the sudden.

"Oh, you thought so?"

"Yes. Was I wrong?"

"No," Bruce presses a gentle kiss against my forehead. "I need to finish up a few things. Selina interrupted me but as soon as I'm done we can go home."

"Perfect," I lean up, looking for another kiss and Bruce doesn't hesitate to grant me my wish.

He leads me back towards his desk, offering one of the chairs in front of his desk before releasing me to round the wooden table. I immediately miss his warmth but quietly take a seat, crossing my legs and watching Bruce.

Sitting at his desk, Bruce begins shuffling papers around before picking up his pen and scanning through the pages in front of him. I watch intently as his features focus on his task and the evidence of his determination begins to line his face.

Bruce methodically works through the paperwork in front of him, moving things around his desk in organized stacks, everything having a place to go. I watch his movements, eyes following his hands before looking at his face then back to his hands, so sure of their movements.

I've missed this quiet confidence, Bruce's assuredness of his abilities. My husband has become withdrawn and unsure in the past week, almost seeming to second guess each action he carries out. I wonder if he's been the same here at work or at night on patrol? An unsure Batman is almost just as terrifying as a confident one.

While I made sure he never found out, I was constantly watching the trackers he's kept on himself. When he comes to the office, I've had a constant watch on the tracker in his trouser pocket. When on patrol at night, I'd sneak into the cave to watch the tracker in his belt. It shouldn't have taken me til last night to come to the conclusion that's been staring me in the face since day one.

I don't realize I've zoned out until Bruce is leaning on his desk in front of me, silently watching me space out. My face flushes in embarrassment and Bruce offers a small smirk, standing straight and offering me a hand.

"Are you done?" I question as I stand from my chair, hand clasped in his.

"Yep," he begins pulling me towards the door.

"So I have you till patrol tonight?"

"If you'd like," he captures my attention once more as we exit his office. He's clearly still questioning himself around me. I hate that I've caused so much doubt in his head.

"Good evening, Miss Clarkson. Please don't stay too late," Bruce tells his secretary as we leave.

"Of course not, Mr. Wayne. I know you worry."

"Please text Alfred or I once you arrive back in your dorm." He offers a polite smile before ushering me down the hall. I wave at Bruce's assistant who flushes and waves back. The thought that Bruce may have slept with her doesn't even cross my mind.

"All the CEOs in the movies I've watched with Wally are never this friendly to their staff." I comment as we step into the elevator. "They're always assholes."

"I try to be considerate. They have their own lives and struggles outside of the company. Abby isn't from around Gotham, only here to attend college. I worry she'll grow too bold walking home in the dark."

I nod, knowing Bruce genuinely worries for the younger employees, especially those new to Gotham.

"May I join you on patrol tonight?" I ask, fiddling with his wedding ring, waiting with baited breath.

"Of course but you don't have to. I don't want you to feel like you have to force yourself to be around me." This self deprecating of Bruce is a side of him I am unfamiliar with and I can't say I like it. He's been self-deprecating before, but there's always been an air of silliness to it, like while he claimed to be a 'rich kid with issues,' he said it while fighting a smirk.

"I want to be around you." I assure him, squeezing his hand. "I haven't seen you enough or been with you. I'm going through withdrawal!" I try to joke, looking up to see his lips quirk slightly. "I demand snuggles, kisses, and pleasure every night for the next week to make up for it!"

"I think I can manage that," Bruce says quietly, eyes flickering over my face.

"You sure? I've got some pent up energy." I start bouncing on the balls of my feet. "You might have to catch me first!" I dart out of the elevator, hearing Bruce chuckle as I take off towards the front door, ignoring the odd looks from his employees. A glance over my shoulder shows Bruce walking after me, hands tucked back in his pockets as he casually strolls out of the elevator, smirking. I duck behind a group of people before hiding behind a pillar, hoping to scare him when he gets close enough but as I move to peek around one side of the column, Bruce snatches me by the waist from the other side, causing me to shriek in surprise.

"Bruce!" I start laughing as he carries me towards the entrance to the building, people shooting us amused and annoyed glances.

"Behave, Princess," he rasps into my ear and a shiver races down my spine at the tone. My face flushes but rather than from embarrassment, it's from arousal. My body is quick to remind me it's been nearly a week since I've had Bruce. That's the longest we've gone since returning from our honeymoon. He sets me down on my feet, recapturing my hand as we step out of the building, the few photographers from earlier swarming around us.

"Step back," Bruce demands, his voice causing more of a reaction with me. I bite the corner of my lip and grip onto his arm as he motions for security to clear the ambitious journalists away.

Bruce guides me through the throngs of news-hungry reporters and towards his car which has been pulled around to the front of the building. The valet tosses him the keys to the flashy sports car as Bruce opens my door for me, helping me lower into the vehicle and keep me from hitting my head. He closes my door once he's sure I'm in the car and circles the front, stepping behind the wheel and squealing away from the curb without buckling his seatbelt.

I watch as he quietly navigates through the streets of Gotham, speeding yet not seeming to rush back towards the manor. We remain quiet as he pulls into one of the many parking spots in the garage, the car filling the garage back to full capacity between all of the other vehicles Bruce owns, along with the couple that Alfred drives.

Bruce once again rounds the car to open my door and help me from the low-riding vehicle. As soon as I'm out of the car, I'm leaning up and pressing my lips to his. My arms twine around his neck as his cup my face, keeping me close. It feels like hours pass as we stay pressed together but it can't be more than minutes, maybe even seconds when Bruce pulls back, pressing his forehead to mine. "I'm sure Alfred's waiting on us for dinner."

I sigh dramatically before pressing a parting kiss to Bruce's lips and allowing him to lead me from the garage into the manor.

"Ah, Master Bruce, I had a feeling you'd be home a little earlier today." Alfred shoots me a knowing wink as he pops out of the kitchen to take Bruce's suit coat. However, Bruce shoos him away, holding onto the coat. Alfred holds his hands up in mock surrender and goes back into the kitchen, mumbling something under his breath that I don't quite catch.

"And why would Alfred be expecting me home earlier?" Bruce asks, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.

"He may or may not have talked some sense into me last night." Bruce shoots me a puzzled look. "Well, I was having a hard time sorting out my feelings on the situation and he helped me clear some things up."

"That man, saving me in more ways than I'd ever have thought." Bruce presses a kiss to my forehead. He hooks his suit jacket on the banister to the stairs before following his butler into the kitchen. I follow behind, watching Bruce attempt to stifle a yawn when a wonderful scent hits my nose.

"Oh, Alfred, it smells wonderful in here! What are you making?"

"Enchiladas, Mistress Diana. It was my mothers recipe."

"I have never had an enchipada but they smell wonderful."

"Lada, Princess. Enchi-LADA." Bruce corrects, grabbing the plates from the counter and ushering me towards the dining room.

"Oh, my bad," I flush, not having tripped over words in a while. "What are they?" I ask as Bruce sets the plates down and pulls my chair out for me.

"Tortillas filled with some sort of meat. Alfred puts chicken and pork in his with cheese, tomatoes, and a homemade salsa. Then he covers them in his secret red sauce and cheese."

"Sounds delicious!"

Alfred serves the meal and we eat a quiet dinner, Bruce finishing his plate for once before clearing the dishes away. "So, you cleared things up?"

"Yes, thankfully. Thank you, Alfred. You knew just what to say." Alfred reaches across the table and squeezes my hand before standing to help Bruce clear things away.

A few minutes later, Bruce stands in the entryway to the library looking at me, an eyebrow raised in question with a small tilt of his head back towards the library. I offer a small smile and nod, rising from the table to follow him down to the cave.

We both change into our suits, Bruce only right behind me and I fight to not turn around and keep him undressed. However, I smile once dressed, realizing I've missed my uniform as the league hasn't been sending me on many missions lately and I haven't been following Bruce on patrol.

We both climb into the Batmobile and head out into the night.

"Things have been quiet lately, which could be a good thing except things are never quiet for long." I nod, agreeing, especially with those who like to terrorize Gotham.

For a couple hours, we move from rooftop to rooftop, quietly observing the streets below as Bruce stays tuned in to his police scanner. The later the night gets, the more I see him try to stifle yawns out of the corner of my eye. This week is really beginning to catch up with him.

"Maybe we should turn in ea-"

"J'onn to Batman," echoes through our earpieces and Bruce straightens from his position hunched over his knee.

"Batman here." Bruce replies, glancing towards me.

"There's been a prison break. Solomon Grundy, Cheetah, Copperhead, Volcana, and Firefly have all escaped. We've managed to round a few of them up but could use assistance." J'onn's voice requests.

"I can help," I offer before Bruce has the chance to speak.

"We appreciate it, Diana, but we're actually requesting Batman's help for his detective abilities."

"Who else has escaped?" he questions, turning to glance back down at the street. Always so vigilant.

"A prisoner by the name of John Dee. Superman and Green Lantern are in the process of rounding up the last few escapees."

"Princess, why don't you stay here and keep an eye on Gotham. I'll help the League locate John Dee then be home." I consider arguing, wanting to help, but know Bruce wouldn't leave Gotham to anyone.

"If you insist," I answer, still feeling slightly disappointed.

"Send me the coords, J'onn, I'll be headed there shortly. Batman out," Bruce grabs my hands and pulls me closer to him.

"I wish you could come with me but this will hopefully be quick and then we can lay together before I get up for work in the morning." Bruce says quietly, not showing too much affection as he's always aware someone may be watching but the way his thumb smoothes over my knuckles relays to me what he can't at the moment.

"I would really like that." I say back, just as quiet. Bruce offers a small smile and squeezes my hand once more before grappling off the building and towards where he parked the Batmobile.

It's nearing three in the morning when I head back to the manor, having stopped nothing more than a robbery all night. I was hoping Bruce would be headed back by now as he left nearly four hours ago but I hadn't heard anything from him or anyone else in the League since he left.

Once back in the cave, I have a seat in his chair before the massive computer, having found his work shirt from earlier along with a blanket he keeps stored down here for me. I bundle up in the chair, his shirt wrapped around my shoulders and the blanket covering my legs as I begin to flip between cameras. I check his location and see he's no longer in Gotham. Feeling nosy, I look for the locations of some of the other leaguers and notice Clark, John, Wally, Shayera, and J'onn all aboard the Watchtower. I decided to ignore that for the minute, though something isn't sitting right with me.

I snuggle into the blanket a little more and feel myself begin to nod off when a call suddenly comes into the Batcomputer, causing me to sit up and answer.

"Diana," Bruce rasps across the call.

"Bruce, where are you? I thought you'd be home by now."

"Things aren't going as smoothly as I'd like. Look, I need you to promise me to stay awake until I get home."

"What? Why?" I begin to stand up out of the chair, growing nervous.

"I don't have time to explain, I promise I'll tell you as soon as I'm back. But you cannot fall asleep right now. Do you understand?"

"What-I-yes, I understand but I don't understand why-"

"I have to go but I'll try to call you soon. Stay awake, Princess!" and the call ends. I slump back down into the chair, stunned.

Despite Bruce's warnings, I end up curling back into his chair and feel my eyes begin to droop. After a few too many close calls, I stand from his chair and shed his shirt, heading towards the transporter to head up to the Watchtower. Surely there's something up there that will keep me awake.

After rematerializing within my second home, I notice how empty it seems. "J'onn?" I call out but upon receiving no response, I begin to grow worried. "Clark? Shayera?"

I begin making my way throughout the Watchtower, calling for my friends. "Wally? John, are you there? Anyone?" I make it to the infirmaries when I see them all crowded around Shayera who is sitting on a hospital cot. "Oh my gods, what happened?" I burst into the room and immediately went to hug my friend. "Are you okay? What's going on?" I feel a hand rest gently on my shoulder as I pull back from embracing my friend.

"Your husband and J'onn just saved all of us."

"What? What happened?"

"That jail break, the one guy we needed Bruce's help with had been volunteering for ESP experiments, supposedly giving him brief experiences with a sixth sense." John begins to explain, sitting beside Shay to wrap his arms around her protectively. "During the jailbreak, we figure he went back for the machine and fried his brain, in the process giving him the ability to trap us in our dreams."

"So that's why Bruce didn't want me to fall asleep."

J'onn nods. "John Dee had a personal vendetta against the Justice League."

"It was Bruce who insisted we find him. He didn't want "nobody" getting away."

"Nobody?"

"It was in reference to The Odyssey. When Odysseus blinded the cyclops, he told the cyclops that his name was 'Nobody' so when questioned on who blinded him, the cyclops could only reply it was 'Nobody.'" John further explains. "John Dee was making points to make sure we understood how unseen and unappreciated he felt compared to superheroes like us. How he felt like a 'nobody'"

"But where is Bruce?" I stand, realizing he's not amongst everyone else. "Where's my husband? Is he-"

"Shh," Shayera reaches out to soothingly rub my arm before turning me around and to reveal Bruce, who is sitting slouched down in a chair towards the other side of the room, away from the others, sleeping quietly. "J'onn pulled us out of our dreams but if Bruce hadn't gone after Dee, we'd all be stuck staying awake till he was apprehended."

"I am still not quite sure how he did it." J'onn admits.

"Where is John Dee now?"

"Back on Tryker Island in their psych ward. He had tried to dose Bruce with trimecaine and fell on the needle himself. He's now lying in his bed humming the same tune over and over. Dude broke his own mind." Wally relays as I break away from the group and approach the sleeping man slouched down in a chair. He looks extremely uncomfortable and almost as if he wasn't breathing but it's harder to see his chest move up and down with all the dark kevlar but it is.

I kneel beside his arm and gently reach out, cupping his jaw and soothing my thumb across the stubble that's grown in. The slight movement causes Bruce to stir before he's sitting upright, alert. "How long have I been out?" he rasps, voice unreasonably low and rumbly. I bite my lip and thank Hera my friends are behind me.

"Only thirty minutes or so," Clark claims.

Bruce nods before standing from his chair. He subtly pushes back his shoulders, arching his back enough that I hear a few faint pops up his spine before he relaxes his stance to reach down and offer me a hand up. "What are you doing up here, Princess?"

"I hadn't heard anything from you and I was getting worried."

"No need to worry, we're all okay, right, J'onn?" The martian nods and Bruce returns the gesture.

"I believe a good night's sleep is in store for all of us, especially you, Batman."

Bruce opens his mouth to protest but I wrap myself around one of his arms and he pauses. "I think that sounds like a good idea." I look up into the whites of his cowl and Bruce closes his mouth in silent surrender. J'onn nods once more before turning back to the others.

"Job well done, Bruce. We'll be in touch," Clark pats Bruce on the shoulder and I feel Bruce tense before nodding once more and leaving the infirmary.

The walk to the teleporter is quiet, Bruce almost dragging his feet. "How'd you stop him?" I ask once we're back in the Batcave. Bruce holds up his gauntlet, hits a few buttons, and less than a minute later, the Batmobile is pulling into the Batcave and parking itself.

"I hummed our first dance song from our wedding." He says quietly, pushing the cowl off of his head before pulling off his gloves and belt. My heart tightens at the thought that the song we danced to is what kept Bruce sane.

"How?"

"Well, he was able to get into my head even without being asleep once I was close enough to him, physically, so I needed something to one, keep me awake, and two, keep my mental barriers up and him out. It was that or Frere Jacques."

"Why that song?"

"I actually used the radio in the Batmobile and it was the song that came on for a restaurant ad." I glance at the car and see it missing half of the windshield.

"What happened to the windshield?"

"Well, I don't exactly have windows to roll down for a breeze." That makes me stop before I start to laugh.

"So you made your own?" I ask between laughs, approaching Bruce as I realize he's fully shed his suit and stands before me in nothing more than his boxers. I wrap my arms around his shoulders and look up into his eyes, seeing the bags beneath his eyes are darker and even more pronounced than this afternoon. As tempted as I am to push him into his computer chair, I know he needs rest.

"Let's head upstairs for bed," I suggest, pressing a brief kiss to his lips before dropping my arms from his shoulders in favor of grabbing his hand to pull him up the stairs.

Bruce says nothing in protest, so I assume he's okay with the suggestion. As soon as we're in our room, I strip to also be in just my underwear before pulling Bruce, who had been standing just within the doorway like a zombie, towards the bed. He moves to get in then holds the covers up, a silent offer for the spot on his chest and I eagerly crawl under the covers to fill the spot.

I nuzzle into his neck, nearly purring from happiness as one arm wraps around my back and the other rests on my upper thigh, which I've thrown across his stomach.

"I love you," he whispers against my forehead, already drifting off to sleep.

"I love you, too," I whisper back, glad I turned off his alarm when he wasn't looking earlier. He's the boss. He can play hookie to sleep in tomorrow.


A/N: Okay, wow. When I tell you most of this chapter wasn't planned, I mean it. I hadn't intended to include Dr. Destiny or anything there at the end but I was actually rewatching the animated show the other night because why not and watched the episode with Dr. Destiny and remembered how much I enjoy the concept and design of this villain. I think Dr. Destiny's design is really cool, plus, I laugh everytime Batman hums Frere Jacques. I can't help it. Something about him humming that song makes me laugh. But also cringe. So I changed it. I was also going to have some sexy fun time instead of Dr. Destiny but ended up doing Dr. Destiny instead so the sexy fun time will have to wait till next chapter, I guess. Also, don't you just love this sudden BMWW kick I'm on? All this inspiration to write for these two again has come out of nowhere and here I be.

Note: I wasn't entirely sure what it is Dee intended to inject Bats with, all the show showed was 'ecaine' and so I literally googled words that end with 'ecaine' and trimecaine is one that popped up. Apparently it's a type of anesthetic that is used with arrhythmia? I just saw anesthetic and decided sure. That one'll do.

Thx!

AMM