Chapter 9
Lake House; May 4th, 07:03
Bruce kissed her thoroughly, savoring the taste and feel of her pressed against the length of him. He stared at her with a look of pure contentment on his face. "I think we should cancel everything and just stay in bed all day," he readily decided.
"I'd love to," she agreed, brushing her nose against his. "I never thought I'd ever find love again and yet here I am with you."
He caressed her cheek with the back of his hand as he gazed deeply into her eyes. "I feel the same way," he confessed. "I thought I'd found love a few times in the past, but it was nothing compared to this."
She smiled brightly at him, relieved that this wasn't just some dream. This was her life now. Her lips caressed his in a sensual display of love as her hand wandered over his muscular back. "I'm afraid we have responsibilities today that we can't avoid," she reminded him, enjoying the feel of his warm body intertwined with hers.
"Are you sure you have to meet with Lois this morning?" he asked, already knowing the answer, but he still had to try as Diana pulled her leg up his body and over his hip to rest against his torso.
She smiled at him as she burrowed against him, her fingers tracing the curve of his handsome face. "Yes, I promised her I would help her pick out bridesmaids' dresses this morning."
Bruce slid his arm around her with his hand settling against the small of her back, keeping her nude body joined with his. He loved how flawlessly they melded together in every way imaginable, her feminine curves fitting perfectly against his chiseled physique as if they'd been made just for each other.
"I think she can handle it by herself," he decided, kissing along her jaw. "She's a highly independent woman. She doesn't need you to hold her hand to pick out dresses for her wedding."
Diana's chuckle morphed into a throaty moan as his hand began another sensual journey to bring her pleasure. "And I suppose you need me here with you to hold your hand?"
He placed a sultry kiss on her neck as his hand settled on her leg, keeping it hooked around his waist. "Among other things," he teased with a throaty chuckle.
"You are terrible, Bruce," she told him, gasping softly as he pulled her over on top of him.
"I guess I better let you go," he finally agreed. "I'd never hear the end of it from Lois. Besides, we do have a lot of work to accomplish today."
"What time is the contractor coming this afternoon?" she asked, her lips playfully grazing his.
"Two o'clock," he replied, trying to capture her lips only for her to repeatedly pull just out of his reach. He growled in frustration as her lilting laughter filled his ears. "Who is terrible now?"
"You still are," she told him, sitting up to gaze down at him. "I need to get in the shower so I can get to Metropolis on time."
His hands slipped up from her hips along the sides of her torso. "I think I better join you," he replied. "I want to make sure don't fall and hit your head in the shower. I'd never forgive myself."
"Oh, you really think that could happen?"
"Thirty-four percent of injuries occur in the shower or bathtub," he revealed. "I'd hate for you to be a statistic."
"Well then, I guess you better join me," she agreed, reluctantly climbing off of him. "We need to hurry though. I want to check on Mera this morning before I leave for Metropolis. Any word yet from Barry or Arthur?"
"Nothing yet," he said as he got up to follow her to his bathroom. He watched with growing lust as she turned on the shower, pausing to stretch her lithe frame. She ran her fingers through her hair before getting in. He readily joined her, kissing along her shoulder. "I'm sure they'll check in as soon as they find something."
Diana felt his arms wrap around her waist from behind as his lips continued to tease her shoulder. "I think finding Luthor will be key in putting a stop to the others that he's recruited."
"I just wish we had an idea how many others he's enlisted," he murmured against her skin.
"We could be in for a war before Darkseid even arrives with his army," she told him.
"Enough talk about work," he whispered against her ear as he reached past her for the body wash. "Time for me to make you wish you hadn't left my bed this morning."
Diana shivered with his words, bracing herself for him to show her unbelievable pleasure all over again. They needed to enjoy this time they had alone with each other. They weren't going to get very many more chances once Luthor and his gang decided to make their move.
Batcave; May 4th, 07:58 EST
"How is Miss Mera this morning?" Alfred brightly asked as he brought a tray of breakfast to his newest patient.
"I think I'm getting better," she decided as she sat up in bed. "Whatever medicine is in that IV bag is doing the trick. Must be magic."
"Maybe some breakfast will make you feel even better," he suggested, setting the tray across her lap.
"It smells amazing," she said as he lifted the lid off the tray.
Alfred paused to look at the IV that he'd started several hours ago, finding that it needed changing soon. "I'm going to get you another IV bag. You were quite dehydrated."
"I can't thank you enough for your kindness," she replied. "You've been more than generous with your time in taking care of me."
"It's my pleasure, Miss Mera," he assured her. "It's still a mystery what you were poisoned with, but I think we've been able to break down its properties enough to come up with a cure for it. I'm going to discuss it with a doctor friend of mine to see if there's anything else we need to do."
"Alfred, these crepes are amazing," Mera praised him. "Arthur mentioned that you were a great chef."
"I admit I wear many hats around here," he told her with a cheeky smile.
"And he wears them all very well," Diana added as she entered. "How are you feeling this morning?"
"Still a little cold, but I'm feeling much stronger," she replied. "Have you heard from Arthur yet?"
"Bruce is checking in with him and Barry right now," she revealed.
"That Luthor is turning out to be a slippery one," Mera groused. "I'm amazed by how well he's been able to stay so many steps ahead of us."
"He's too smart for his own good," Diana uttered with a frown. "I'm headed to Metropolis right now, but I'll be back later to check on you. You'll be in good hands with Alfred."
"He's already been amazing," she agreed.
"I hope you still feel that way after I clean your wound," Alfred told her as he returned with the IV bag and a tray with bandages. "I want to see if I can remove that dark ring around the wound. I don't want it to spread."
"I'll leave you to Alfred's care," Diana announced before turning to leave.
"Thank you, Diana," Mera replied. "I'm pretty tough, Alfred."
"That must be one of the reasons why Mister Curry is so taken with you," Alfred replied.
Mera blushed faintly with his words, wondering how much he knew about them. "What has he said about me?"
"Nothing, but a lot of information can be gleaned just by watching people's interactions," Alfred revealed. "Mister Curry didn't want to leave your side. He stayed very close to you the whole time he was here with you. It's quite obvious that his feelings for you run deep."
She smiled softly, knowing that the feelings Arthur held for her were mutual. "He's not always the best at allowing those feelings to be revealed," she informed him with a lopsided frown. "I think it's something we're going to have to work at."
Alfred chuckled softly as he hung the new IV bag. "I know quite a few males who struggle in that department."
"So, Arthur isn't the only one?"
"Oh, I'm afraid not," he confirmed. "Now, you eat your breakfast and then get some rest. I'll be back later to redress your wound. Hopefully, this medicine will help take care of things for you."
"Thank you, Alfred," she replied, feeling just as sleepy as she was hungry.
"Don't mention it, Miss Mera," he assured her, leaving her to rest.
Ponta Delgada; May 4th, 08:06 EST
"Are you sure?" Arthur asked, his brow knitted in concern. "Okay, thanks for the update. Keep me posted if anything changes. Bye."
"What did Bruce have to say?" Barry questioned him.
"Mera seems to be turning the corner," he informed him. "The medicine they're giving her is helping."
"That's great," Barry said. "Now, we just have to find Lex Luthor, and all will be well."
"Until Darkseid's invasion," Arthur reminded him.
Barry gave him a daunting look. "Did you have to remind me?"
"Come on," Arthur said, lightly hitting Barry's shoulder with the back of his hand. "We've got a lot of ground to cover."
"Where should we start?"
"I'm going to head out to sea to check the boats out there," Arthur decided. "Why don't you check the island?"
"We can meet up back here to eat and compare notes," Barry suggested.
Arthur pointed at him as he spoke. "Don't get yourself into any trouble. I might not be able to find you in time."
"Who? Me?" Barry replied, touching his chest. "Victor is making you a commlink too. Once you have yours, we'll be able to communicate with each other all over the world any time we want to."
"Oh, boy," Arthur grumbled under his breath, not certain he liked the idea. "Just be careful. There's no telling what else Luthor might have up his sleeve."
"Or who," Barry added.
"Do you have any enemies yet we need to be aware of?"
"Well, maybe one so far," Barry admitted, rubbing the back of his head. "There's this guy…calls himself Captain Boomerang. Dude hates me big time, but he's in jail right now thanks to me so he shouldn't be an issue."
"Let's hope he doesn't get out anytime soon," Arthur told him. "We've got our hands full as it is without bringing in any more freaks."
"He has some pretty wicked boomerangs," Barry revealed with a grin. "Wish I had a few of those in my stash, but I don't really have any place to put them that I wouldn't end up hurting myself."
"Now that's the Barry we all know and love," Arthur said with a roll of his eyes.
"We are best buds, aren't we?"
"I wouldn't go that far," he decided, clapping him on the back. "I'll be back in a few hours. Don't get lost."
Barry frowned as Arthur began to walk away. "It's an island!" he yelled. "How can I get lost?"
"I'm sure you'll find a way," the Aquaman replied, ripping his shirt off and tossing it on the beach before diving into the ocean.
"I won't get lost," Barry muttered to himself as he glanced at his surroundings.
He knew that his own list of enemies was only going to grow by leaps and bounds the longer he made his presence known in Central City. He had racked up some small-time crooks as enemies, but he'd have to say that Captain Boomerang was his biggest catch yet.
Glancing over his shoulder, he began to make his way toward town, hoping to find someone who had seen Lex Luthor. Removing him from the picture would go a long way in easing their worries so they could focus on preparing for Darkseid's arrival. The problem was they had no idea when Darkseid would launch his attack. It could be tomorrow, or it could be months from now.
Either way, they had to be prepared because Darkseid was coming. That much was certain.
Metropolis; May 4th, 12:35 EST
"Well, I think it was a very productive morning, ladies," Lois announced as she sipped her iced tea. "We picked out the bridesmaid dresses as well as my wedding dress. That is an achievement worthy of celebrating."
Martha chuckled as she waved a French fry at her. "We still have a lot of work to do," she reminded her. "We still have to pick out flowers, confirm the caterer, make sure the men are dressed for the big day…"
"Clark promised me that he would take care of himself and his groomsmen," Lois assured her.
Martha gave her future daughter-in-law a skeptical look that made Diana laugh. "Really, Lois?" she replied. "You trust Clark to make sure that everyone gets their suits on time?"
"I have to," she told her. "I've got too much on my plate for him not to take some wedding duties for me."
"He is very responsible, Lois," Diana pointed out. "I'm sure he'll be just fine."
"Clark will step up," Martha promised her. "I'll make sure he gets it all taken care of on time for the wedding."
"He's been pretty busy with the League," Diana thoughtfully said. "Luthor is obsessed with taking the League down."
Martha grimaced with the reminder of that tyrant. "I wouldn't mind it if Clark took care of him permanently."
"We will stop him before he can create any more chaos," Diana assured her.
"I hope so," Martha said, rubbing her arms. "That man is nothing but pure evil."
"Enough talk about Luthor," Lois decided with a wave of her hand. "Let's talk about something more exciting like Diana's trip to Paris with Bruce."
Diana's head snapped to the left, wondering what Lois actually knew. "It really wasn't much of a trip," she tried to tell her. "We just went to pack up my apartment and pick up my things at the museum."
"Nothing happened between you and Bruce?" Lois asked, an eyebrow quirking in question. "Not even a kiss?"
"I didn't exactly say that…" Diana began, trying to decide how best to handle this.
She knew that Bruce was a very private person. She didn't want to say the wrong thing about what they actually were to each other. She knew she loved him, and he loved her. That much had been proven multiple times, but would Bruce say there were actually a committed, exclusive couple? She hoped he would, but they hadn't really talked about it.
"Something did happen!" Lois squealed. "I knew it! We want all the details. Don't hold anything back."
"Lois," Diana replied with a sigh, trying to temper the smile that struggled to form on her face.
"Maybe she doesn't want to talk about it, Lois," Martha suggested, reaching over and patting Diana's hand in a motherly fashion. "It's alright, Diana. You don't have to spill all the details…but you do have to tell us if Bruce is a good kisser."
Lois laughed as Diana's cheeks grew warm with this line of questioning. "I'll take that as a yes," Lois said.
Diana held up her hands in defense. "I'm not saying one way or another," she stated. "All I'll say is that it was a very good trip."
"I knew it," Lois said. "I've been telling Clark that you two would be perfect for each other, but he kept telling me I needed to stay out of it."
"You're a good matchmaker, Lois," Martha decided.
"I didn't actually do anything," she revealed. "I just planted a seed in Diana's mind, but I think it was already in there and growing like a weed."
"So, do you think there will be another wedding?" Martha asked Diana.
"What?" Diana exclaimed, shocked. "No, we're not anywhere close to something like that."
"I wouldn't rule it out," Lois told her. "Bruce is in his forties. He should be thinking of settling down soon, maybe start a family to carry on the Wayne name."
Diana's head was spinning with all this talk about getting married and having a family. To be honest, she didn't even know for certain if she was able to conceive a child. She was thousands of years old and had been in this world for well over a hundred years, away from the magical protection of the island.
"Don't rush it, Diana," Martha said. "Just take your time and enjoy the ride. When it's the right time, the two of you will know."
"I hope so," Diana murmured, lost to her own thoughts as something abruptly captured her attention.
She immediately lunged towards Martha just as a bullet whizzed past the Amazon's head, skimming the edge of her left ear. "Get down!" she yelled, shoving Martha down beneath the table before grabbing Lois to join her.
Diana stood to her feet, looking around to see where the bullet had come from just as another couple of bullets caused her to instinctively tip her head to the side at the last second. Someone was trying to take her out, but they obviously didn't know who they were truly dealing with as they fired again only to miss when she swiftly stepped to the side.
"Get inside…now!" Diana ordered the women, her furious gaze sweeping over the tops of the surrounding buildings.
Lois didn't hesitate to grab Martha by the hand and pull her into the restaurant with her. She'd been around Clark long enough to know when a superhero ordered you to go, you ran. At the same time, she wanted the story. Peeking out the window, she watched Diana search the area for the shooter.
Spotting movement on top of a department store, Diana immediately took to the air to chase the would-be assassin down. She knew it had to be related to Bruce's secret stalker or Luthor, feeling that the two were closely tied. Either way, she was going to get to the bottom of it.
Landing on the roof, she began to look around, finding no sign of the shooter anywhere. She knelt down to inspect the roof. Whoever it was had taken the bullet casings with them if there were any. She searched the entire area to find no one there. She was certain whoever had tried to shoot her was still nearby watching her. She just couldn't quite pinpoint the location.
"You will not win this game you're playing," she yelled. "I will see to it myself!"
She stood there for a minute longer, listening for the attacker before finally flying away. Her fury was running rampant through her veins. Whoever this was had just crossed the wrong person. Trying to eliminate her to get to Bruce was the worst possible move they could've made.
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Deathstroke stepped out from his hiding place, a scowl on his lips as he watched the Amazon leave. She was going to be more difficult to kill than he had originally thought. Still, it didn't deter him from his goal. She was still going to be the key to Bruce Wayne's torture and demise.
He had to hand it to the woman. She was highly skilled, able to detect a bullet's presence before it could do any damage. He was going to have to make some adjustments to his plans, doing more research as to what abilities the Amazon possessed.
Unfortunately, she'd only just recently become known to the world.
He couldn't help wondering how much information Lex Luthor had on Wonder Woman. He would have to find a way to contact him to get the information that he had on her. He had to admit that he admired her fierce fighting spirit. It was easy to see why Bruce Wayne had fallen for her.
She could prove to be his most difficult execution yet. Good thing that he loved a challenge.
Wayne Manor; May 4th, 14:32 EST
Diana entered the manor to find Bruce speaking with someone she assumed to be the contractor that would renovate the manor. She felt bad that she was running late, but it couldn't be helped. After checking on Martha and Lois, she had gone back to that roof to do a second sweep of the area only to find nothing to indicate who the shooter could have been.
She could hear Bruce talking to someone, causing her to quicken her pace. She'd have to tell Bruce what had happened after their meeting with the contractor. Right now, they needed to focus on getting the manor renovated.
Bruce turned at that moment to find Diana walking towards him, the furious look in her eye giving him pause. "Would you excuse me for a minute, Jeff?" Bruce said, knowing that something was wrong. He made a beeline for Diana, his hand wrapping around her elbow as he directed her to a side room. "What's wrong? What happened?"
"Someone shot at me during our lunch in Metropolis," Diana revealed.
"Are you alright?" he asked as panic rose in his throat.
His worried gaze roamed over her before settling on some dried blood on the edge of her left ear. He gently touched it, more than relieved that it hadn't been anything worse. He internally shuddered with the thought of how close she'd come to being killed.
"I'm fine, Bruce…it's nothing," she reassured him, brushing his worry off. "I wouldn't have been hit at all, but I was trying to get Martha and Lois out of the way."
"Are they okay?"
"Martha's pretty shaken up, but they're both fine."
Bruce shook his head as a fuming storm coalesced inside of him. "I knew something like this was going to happen."
"Don't go there, Bruce," she advised him, an angry warning flashing in her eyes. "I more than proved today that I'm capable of taking care of myself. I've been doing it long before I met you and I'm still here so don't try to push me away."
Bruce growled a curse as he looked away from her, knowing that she was right. It did little to allay his worry, though. He drew a deep breath in an effort to calm his anger. "You're right…I'm sorry," he softly apologized. "I shouldn't put my past demons on you. It's something that I need to come to terms with."
"And I'll help you do that," she promised him.
He gave her a curt nod as he folded his arms against his chest. "Were you able to find anything?"
"No," she replied with a shake of her head. "I checked the rooftop where the bullets came from, but there was nothing there. There weren't any bullet casings left behind or anything to indicate who the shooter could be."
Bruce's frown deepened the more he considered it. "I have a couple of ideas," he told her. "We need to get back to the cave."
"Not now," she said. "Let's meet with the contractor and then we'll go to the cave to see what we can find out."
"Diana…" he countered.
"We need to get the renovation on the manor started right away," she pointed out. "We can't effectively lead the League without an operative base."
"Fine," he reluctantly agreed. "We'll meet with Jeff, but then we need to get to the cave. I have some ideas about who this shooter is."
"Good," she replied, "because when I get my hands on them, they're going to wish they'd never picked up that gun."
Bruce reached out and pulled her to him, embracing her tightly. "I'm so sorry, Diana," he whispered in her ear. "I'll get to the bottom of who is behind this and put them away."
Her arms slipped around him to return his hold, kissing behind his ear. "It's not your fault," she reminded him. "We'll figure this out together."
He reluctantly released his hold on her. They needed to get back to the contractor. They had too much work to do now to allow emotions to carry them away. "Let's go see Jeff," he said.
Diana grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him in for a knee-buckling kiss. "Let's see what we can do to save your family home."
"It's going to take a lot of work," he revealed as they returned to where he'd left the contractor. "Jeff thinks it could take over a year to fully bring it back to life."
"Even if we can get part of it up and working, it's better than nothing," she pointed out. "They can finish the rest of it later."
"You know the cave isn't bad," he told her. "We can still use it as our base. We've been doing it for a while now."
"We need more room," she reminded him. "We need more equipment. Alfred needs a workstation of his own. We could also use another form of transportation for the team."
Bruce groaned as they entered the ballroom. "All I hear are dollar signs."
She smiled at him, elbowing him gently in the ribs. "I'm sure you can handle it."
"I promise I'll do my best to keep costs down, Bruce," Jeff swore to Bruce as he laid eyes on Diana. "Hi, I'm Jeff Saunders."
"Diana Prince," she replied, shaking his offered hand.
"Let's get down to work," Jeff suggested, opening his notebook. "We're going to have to do a lot of structural repairs first, reinforcing the ceilings and replacing the roof. The foundation doesn't seem to be an issue so that's a plus. After that, we can talk cosmetics and details about what you're going to want done."
"How soon will you be able to get started?" Bruce asked.
"I knew that you wanted to get started right away so I have a team ready to begin on Monday," Jeff informed them.
"That's fantastic," Diana replied, casting a glance at Bruce. "We'd love to get this project off the ground as soon as possible."
"We'll get moving on it then," Jeff agreed. "I'll keep you posted on the progress."
"I'll be your point of contact," Diana told him.
"Bruce gave me your cell number, so I think we're all set," Jeff said. "I'll check in with you on Monday."
"Thanks, Jeff," Bruce replied, waiting until he had left the manor before turning his attention to Diana. "Ready to track down an assassin?"
"More than you can imagine," she agreed, walking past him.
Bruce looked around the ballroom for a long moment, feeling relieved that the manor was finally going to get the attention that it so desperately deserved. He felt a great amount of guilt for letting it go as he had. At the same time, he wasn't capable back then of dealing with it.
Now, with Diana at his side, he felt he could take on anything…even Darkseid.
Ponta Delgada; May 4th, 14:10 EST
Barry flopped into a chair at a small table at an outdoor diner. He'd been all over this island four times and could find no sign of Lex Luthor anywhere. The man was not here. If he was, he was hiding below the ground someplace in a hole.
He motioned to a pretty, young waitress, ordering a large fruity drink and six sandwiches. He decided he'd start with that. He hoped that Arthur would be joining him sooner rather than later. He'd order a second round of food at that time.
He gazed at the beautiful scenery that surrounded him, taking in the sites of the exotic island. If Luthor was truly here, he'd picked an amazing place to hideout. It had the charm of an old-world town, laden with history, parks, and shops.
He nodded with a murmured thank-you as his waitress arrived with his drink. He sipped on the fruity mixture as his eyes drifted across the street. He nearly choked on his drink when he spotted a bald-headed man wearing a white suit. He was walking arm-in-arm with a beautiful woman wearing big sunglasses and a floppy sun hat.
An unexpected hand on his shoulder nearly made him yelp in response, drawing a deep breath to calm himself as he looked up into the face of Arthur. "He's here!" he told him, leaping to his feet.
"Where?" Arthur asked, his wet hair clinging to his shirt.
"Over there," Barry indicated, pointing at the couple walking away from them down the opposite sidewalk.
"Let's go," Arthur said. "We'll stay back and follow him."
"I don't recognize the woman," Barry softly told him.
"Me either," he replied. "We need to get a picture of her so we can send it to Bruce."
Barry pulled his cell phone out of his pocket as he walked across the street with Arthur, looking back over his shoulder to see the waitress bringing his sandwiches. "Just a second," he murmured, disappearing only to reappear with a handful of sandwiches. "Want one?"
"Give me one," Arthur mumbled, taking a sandwich as he kept his eyes locked on their suspect.
"I haven't been able to find him all day and now he suddenly appears," Barry whispered. "I wonder where he's been hiding."
"I'm pretty sure I found his yacht, but there was no one on it," Arthur whispered back.
"Did you find anything else?"
"I didn't have time to look around much," he replied. "The captain was returning. I had to slip out the back of the yacht."
"What's going on?"
Barry and Arthur both stopped short, whipping their heads around to find Mera walking between them. "What are you doing here?" Arthur demanded to know.
"Bruce and Alfred gave me a clean bill of health," she revealed, her eyes narrowing as she stared at the couple straight ahead. "Isn't that Luthor?"
"We think so," Barry told her. "We haven't been able to get a good look at his face yet."
"You shouldn't be here," Arthur said with a scowl. "You should be back in Gotham recovering."
"I told you I'm fine," she asserted. "Don't I look fine?"
"You look great," Arthur admitted as he shook his head, "but that's beside the point."
"Look, I'm better and I'm here to help," she stated. "Now, what's the game plan?"
"We're just following him for now," Barry replied. "We haven't thought any further than that. Do you want a sandwich?"
"No, I'm good and you two are pathetic," she decided. "Let's go take him down."
Without another word, Mera quickened her pace in an attempt to catch up with the bald-headed man. "Mera," Arthur growled her name as he reached for her, barely missing her arm.
"Well, I guess we're taking him down," Barry muttered, jogging to catch Mera.
Arthur cursed as he worked his way around other people on the sidewalk. Leave it to Mera to take the direct approach. He watched in awe as Mera stopped to talk to the bald man, wondering what she was doing as Barry returned to him.
"It's not him," Barry informed him. "Are you sure that was Luthor's yacht you found?"
"I'm positive," Arthur ground out. "The snake is around here somewhere. We just need to sniff him out."
"Wherever he is, he's not where we can find him," Barry told him.
Mera walked back to the pair; her lips curved into a disgruntled frown. "It wasn't him."
"What did you talk about the whole time?" Arthur asked her.
"I just asked him if he knew of a good restaurant in the area to try," she replied. "He gave me a couple of suggestions."
"Let's go eat," Barry readily agreed, rubbing his hands together. "We can come up with a plan to find Luthor and you can tell us about what you found on that yacht."
"Fine," Arthur ultimately consented. "I still think you should be back in Gotham."
The trio walked down the street towards the suggested restaurant, none of them aware that they were being watched from a rooftop by a bald-headed man drinking a glass of wine and a smirk on his lips.
A/N: Things are ramping up!
UP NEXT: Diana and Bruce look for suspects while Arthur, Barry, and Mera are hot on Luthor's trail. Batman and Wonder Woman search Ivo's apartment and make a huge discovery. :)