She felt a heavy touch on her breast. She stopped in shock.

He gasped, pulling his hand away. He didn't have to play it off as an accident, because he truly was shocked. He couldn't believe his hand did that. His hand tingled in guilt as if it wasn't part of his body. It was one thing to think, and look - but to touch was never an option. "I'm sorry, Diana- I'm so sorry-"

She was calm. Breathing steady to keep him breathing steady. "Accidents happen." It was genuine. The compassionate woman thought his hand was barging around being picky or fidgety, and accidentally touched her. It wasn't a problem.

His tongue prodded in his cheek. Despite the confusion, his member was ready to burst. Her boob was much, much softer than advertised. It tickled the taste buds of his hand, and his mouth wanted some. They weren't the biggest he's seen, but definitely the fullest, perkiest, most tender. Especially belonging to a woman who took care of herself, was confident in her body, and had the capacity to understand being needed. He wondered how big her nipples were. They must've been softer and more indulgent than anything in the galaxy. For being a goddess from a land of century-old women, have her nipples ever gotten sucked on? It killed him to think he'd probably touched her nipple, how he would never know for sure.

As she went to wash his chest, she commented on how it was slightly red. She tried to be gentle drying it. "Would you like some powder on your chest? I brought your powder."

He was going to ask why. But now that he thought about it, he realized his chest was a little irritated. A very slight itch, a light tickle that came every few minutes. Tongue still in cheek, he said yes.

She uncovered his whole chest. Her hand started massaging powder everywhere, getting beyond the red blotch, even treating his neck. The smoothness of her palm made the white specks feel like hard crumbs. She pressed so firmly and lovingly and it made his mouth water.

The minty-acidy smell of the powder was usually enough to start draining his erection. This time it wasn't. Never has he needed anything more than to feel that firm touch on his erection.

"I know I should finish your upper body, but it would be best to wait until I change these bandages." And drizzle her antibiotic, warm, gushy saliva all over it again. Only if she could stop using it on his arm and start using it to treat the swelling in his pants.

She reached over for the further arm. She guided it up so she could roll deodorant on his armpit. The fact she committed to starting on that specific side made her even more endearing and trustworthy.

Diana rubbed his shoulder. "I need to turn you over. Is that alright?"

He complied. He tried to shift his legs to fetal position and turn his shoulder.

"Good, Barry, thank you!" Her hand guided his hip and back into fetal position. After tucking a towel under, she dipped the cloth into the basin for more warm lather. Since he couldn't see her and was blankly staring at a row of counters, she guided him through what her hand was doing. "Let's get your back all clean. Starting on the one side... and down..." Fingernails and flesh of her hand kneading through the cloth. "And back up to your neck..."

"You're doing a great job, Barry."

The opposite of goosebumps crawled up his back. Warm chills? Warm chill tingles. They started buzzing in his spine, and to the rest of his body like the tingles he previously got. Perhaps he could stay ill forever. Showering - and anything without Diana - was overrated.

She rubbed the towel down his back. "I have your sweater. Is that still alright?" She presented a slim black sweater. "BLACKPINK" on the front in gray, "JENNIE 96" in red on the back.

"Yeah."

After curling his arms up where the sweater would be, she delicately rolled it up to slide it over his head.

A rough object swarmed with static, grazing on his face. It cinched around his neck and took his breath away. His vision fogged over with red, then a dizzy black. If it didn't paralyze him in shock, he would've screamed and tore it to shreds. Ringing resonated through his head, louder and louder.

Suddenly everything was fine. He was breathing normally, in fetal position with Diana hovered over, swaddled into the torso of a sweater.

She helped him move his nonbandaged arm into the sleeve. Her other hand was in the wrist of the sleeve, waiting to pull his hand through. She helped him roll onto his back.

His bandaged hand was pressed to his chest. She asked him to move it. When he didn't comply, she gently grabbed it and guided it into its sleeve. She adjusted the collar and pulled the torso down snugly over him.

Diana moved his blanket from his legs. His tight pants made his bulge very obvious. The look on her face made it obvious to him that she noticed.

She actually found his flustering a little cute and comic. "No worries, Barry, it's natural." Her mind flashed back to standing in front of a nude Steve Trevor. How the man had washed over in humility, hurrying to cover his stiffening organ. And how Bruce had held the sheets tight to his nude body when she once came to wake him up. "I can wash there later, when you feel decent."

Her decision was set, even though it was said as a proposition. What was he supposed to do, argue with her? Insist a nasty situation upon a kind, considerate person? His voice went high as it said, "No... No, it's okay. I wouldn't want you to worry about it later."

"Barry, I understand."

Or, she thought she did.

"Actually..." She studied his face. It wasn't only flustered over, it was blank. His eyes glossed over with a slightly dead look. His mouth was parted, as if he was about to say something but constantly lost the words. The bandaged hand held the chest of his shirt, like someone would do when choking or sweating. She could almost feel him spinning in the still room. "We can finish your bath later. When you're feeling better, I will come back to wash your face and lower." She could also check his bag and give him a bedpan after getting some more food in him.

He sighed. He had to accept what Diana wanted to do. For once her generosity was a bad thing, however she was doing the right thing.

She lightly scratched his shoulder and arm. "I can check how you're feeling later."

She left to draw the curtain back and open up the room.

"Yeah..." His voice lowered. "Thank you." Glancing to the door then back her way. He prayed she would at least leave the room, to let him take care of himself. Hoped maybe she'd give him a tad more to go off of.

The wish was granted when Diana leaned over. With a soft hand to his cheekbone, her lips puckered up to kiss his forehead.

He giggled as if it'd tickled. Because it technically did...

She chuckled. Another kiss to his forehead endearingly, and a playful one to his cheek.

The member in his pants swelled, but so did his smile. It was genuinely precious and arousing, how she was smiling because of his smile.

Now lowering his bed and inclining him to sitting position, she asked if he was getting hungry. His eyes lighting up made her laugh. "Alfred will be preparing lunch early today. You seem to be doing much better. If you're able to wait, I will have a dessert for you."

His mouth should be watering at the mention of candy or pie or cake or whatever fancy dulce cobbler brule that Alfred would put a cherry on. His pants were too tight right now. The fact Diana knew about it was really hot. Especially her not doing anything about it. Initially he wanted to feel her, but now the tease was adding to the fun. It was better than too much fun too quickly.

It was as if Alfred heard his cue. The man's head peered into the door. Once he noticed a dressed Barry, he was welcome in. "I thought you would enjoy a telly, Master Bart." With Diana's assistance, he rolled in a television set. "Since Master Bruce says you will be here quite a while."

Diana smiled. "Thank you, Alfred." She took the set from there.

With a thank you from Barry, Alfred said, "It isn't a problem. You're free to use the call button for anything."

Diana handed Barry a remote for the television, before she pulled up a small device that was corded to the side of the bed. He watched her place it near his hip as she explained what the buttons did. One for signaling requests, two that could let them know he was falling asleep or waking up, and one for emergencies.

Alfred asked, "Are we done here, madam?" He would clean up the clutter from Barry's bath, to help relieve Diana's efforts.

Diana covered Barry up, the blanket tucked under his torso and armpits. Her hand held the remote with his hand. His eyes could barely focus on the words. His thumb wandered aimlessly, trying to press random buttons but too weak to.

Alfred's voice said from the sink, "If the telly isn't working, I suggest you try turning it on."

She giggled. She looked at the man, catching him midst cleaning up her mess. "Alfred, go take some personal time. Tonight will be busy for you. I'll manage things here."

Barry looked at Diana. Anxiety started to sprout in his eyes. "Busy with what? What's going on?"

Her voice lowered back to her special gentle Barry tone. "There is an event in the manor tonight. People will be over, but not more than a hundred, and they will not bother you."

He sighed. They had better not.

Alfred sighed on his own. Seeing Barry and Diana served as a reminder that Bruce wasn't there. Bruce most likely wouldn't be there that day. Doing what Bruce does best: obsessing over things and delving into self-created problems, overlooking the real things right under his nose. The way Bruce had vented to him the other day basically translated into Bruce deciding to avoid things until he was involved again.

Diana's free hand scratched through Barry's hair, to keep him calm again. She looked back at the remote, semi in her other hand and semi in his confused hand. "Let's turn it on." She patiently watched his thumb drift to the standby button. Her thumb pressed his thumb into the button.

"Look, Barry," she cooed, pulling up the TV guide, "it's one of your favorite shows. Do you want to watch Rick and Morty?"

He snatched the remote away from her grip. He looked around to see which button his thumb should press. Spitting and muttering to himself.

"Barry," she said quietly. She squeezed his shoulder. "You can't be violent. I want to help you. You have to be calm for me, and we'll figure it out together." Comfortingly but disciplining, "Do you want to watch it?" The 'or not?' would be passively left out.

Alfred wrapped up the laundry bag. Not saying a word, simply listening and being amused over Diana handling the young man.

Barry dropped the remote in truce.

She placed it back in his hand, lightly holding it herself. She pulled up a chair so she could get at his level. "You can hold it, but you'll have to share with me."

His eyes got lost into hers. They had a touch of submission and slight shame.

"Oh, Barry." She wrapped her arm around his back and pulled him into a cuddle. Assured him, "It's alright."

His head rested upon her shoulder.

"Things are crazy right now, definitely for you. The most we can do, as of this moment, is to get comfortable." She gave him a kiss and lightly rested her head against his. "So you want to watch Rick and Morty?"

His breath suddenly fatigued. She understood his attempt to say yes.

"Almost two hours of it. We can watch it together." She snuggled him harder, smiling as all the pressure and tension melted from him.