*A/N: So, ladies and gents, this is Maven Alazais on her WonderBat sequel! Thanks to everyone who read my previous BMWW fic and supported me in writing this and welcome to all those who are reading my work for the first time. I strongly suggest –if you feel up to it, of course- reading 'A Chase Of Wonder' before moving on to this one, or, if you don't wish to do so, know that Wonder Woman and Batman have gotten together, are going to have two children, a daughter named Iphigenia and a son named Thomas, and live at the Wayne Manor.

This is going to be a collection of small stories from their everyday lives as a couple and as a family and some important days in their lives, with no substantial plot whatsoever. I will try to have the chapters in a sort of chronological order, starting from when they first got together. The purpose of this is…to have some fun with Bruce and Diana. I hope you like it and please, by all means, leave me the smallest of reviews by the end! Your feedback means the world to me. Thanks for reading!*

CHAPTER ONE

Bruce had the grimmest of faces upon going through the big glass doors and into the buzzing mall. Diana by his side, held his hand and grinned widely. It had been a long time since she last went shopping and now, she had a very good reason as well.

"Please, can you stop looking like a child on time-out?" Diana said.

"No." Bruce spat, frowning.

"Try to have some fun. We're here for your sake, after all."

"We're here because you insisted. Not for my sake. I don't need this."

"You lost the bet and agreed to do this. Now stop sulking like a baby!"

Bruce almost growled and sighed deeply, crossing his arms over his chest. Diana tugged on his shirt and started moving towards a 'Ralph Lauren' shop. "Come." She said and Bruce followed her, rolling his eyes.

Diana squinted her eyes when she entered the shop, scanning almost every clothes' rack in under a second, making a mental list of the garments she wanted Bruce to try out. Refreshing his wardrobe certainly wasn't an easy task but she was willing to do it, with Alfred's blessing. When she had first opened his closet, she wasn't surprised in seeing rows and rows of black pants, black shirts, black jackets and some white shirts here and there. On the left side hung some tuxedos, in plastic coverings, some in shades of grey, some in black and one in a sandy beige color, she guessed for summer occasions. He also had a few polo T-shirts for the summer as well, but they were all either white, black or dark blue. When they had went around the Cyclades after leaving Themyscira, Bruce had allowed her to buy him an outfit or two and Diana was happy to notice that he wasn't too negative in wearing something a bit lighter and more casual than his usual attire. Yet, he was so grumpy at the moment, that she thought the state of blissfulness he was in their vacations back then was the only thing keeping him from whining too much. However, she wasn't going to give up and now was the perfect time to add a feminine touch in Bruce's wardrobe.

"Go wait in the queue for the dressing room." Diana said. "I will come there shortly, with what you're going to try on."

Bruce sighed once again, and dragged his feet to the queue, deep down feeling happy not having to join her in selecting clothes. He didn't know why she was so fixed in having this shopping trip. If you asked him, his style was classic. Black and grey were both very nice colors and he had some white stuff too. What more could anyone want? Yet Diana had a face of grave disapproval when she first explored his wardrobe and he knew that there was no way he could talk her out of doing whatever she got her mind on, so he found another way. They had a bet; a bet Bruce thought there was no way to lose, but…he miscalculated the infamous 'womanly instinct'.

When Shayera got pregnant, everyone around the League rejoiced. Those who hadn't time-travelled to that future, had been betting on the baby's gender. Bruce and John had seen the boy, though, by the name of War Hawk back then, so they knew. One day, though, when they were strolling around the Manor's garden, Diana said that John's and Shayera's firstborn would be a girl. Bruce was quite confused at the statement, since she had travelled with them, and she had seen their son, so they placed a bet on the baby's gender too. If Diana lost, she would never mention his wardrobe choices again. If Bruce lost, she would have total liberty over his clothes and take him to a shopping trip right away. Naturally, Bruce was confident about his win. Diana wouldn't lose so easily, though, especially when she had such a strong feeling about it and went to Shayera immediately, convincing her and her husband not to say a word about the definite sex of their baby when they found through an ultrasound. The last months of the pregnancy flew by. Diana had redecorated some rooms of the Manor with Alfred's assistance, but still wasn't able to lay a hand on Bruce's clothes. The day she would, though, was closing in and she knew it.

Shayera's screams were loud, echoing almost everywhere around the base; her water broke and so, soon, they were all waiting impatiently outside the labor room, for the doctor to say if the baby is healthy, and what it is. The doors finally opened and John came outside, grinning widely. "They're healthy!" John said and everyone's eyes widened. "Yes, they're twins! A boy and a girl." Bruce swallowed nervously upon hearing it.

"And who came first?" Diana asked.

John gave her a good look. "Our daughter!"

Diana laughed loudly and turned to face a sullen Bruce, not knowing how to admit such a defeat. And so, he was practically dragged to the shopping mall, aware that his outfits were never going to be the same.

Not many minutes had passed when Diana came to join him by the queue, her embrace filled with clothes of many colors and patterns. "Here." She said, handing him the clothes. "These are just some basics you need. We will buy some things more eccentric in the future."

"These are only the basics?!"

"Of course!"

"Oh, boy…" Bruce whispered.

"Look. I think you should first try on the trousers. I've gotten you some pairs of jeans, some grey pants, some beige ones… Then you can go for the shirts. Try one of each kind, because I've picked the same shirts here and there, but in different colors, so we only need to see if the size is right. And finally, you'll try on the jackets and we're done."

"Oh, only so much?" Bruce said ironically. "I'm disappointed."

Diana arched an eyebrow. "You think this is the only shop we're visiting? How naïve."

Bruce remained silent and entered the vacant fitting room. Diana stood outside. He couldn't understand why they hadn't booked an appointment with his tailor to get some new shirts and get this over with, but he guessed Diana wanted the whole shopping experience. He had a lot to learn about women yet.

Normally, he wouldn't allow himself to get dragged to a shopping mall so easily, but something about Diana in his life had helped him relax a bit. Diana had been very persistent over the matter and, well, he had lost the bet and he wouldn't go back on his word now.

Garment after garment, he opened the fitting room door to let Diana see him. They approved of all the shirts and the jackets, and most of the trousers. He was, to be honest with himself, somewhat amazed at how easily she picked out the correct sizes. They paid for the clothes and exited the shop.

"Are we done?" He asked.

"I told you, no. Here." She replied and entered a shop with suits and tuxedos.

"Diana, I have plenty of tuxedos."

"You have plenty of plain tuxedos. We're here to get you something a bit more…stylish. You need some color."

"Aren't you colorful enough for the both of us?"

"Oh, stop it."

Bruce didn't even realize how he ended up buying three new tuxedos, one in a silky grey-anthrax color, one in dark blue and one in burgundy. They had some patterns too, that Diana knew the names of, but he didn't bother with remembering them.

They visited another three to five-Bruce lost count after some time- shops and Diana loaded him with more and more bags as they went on, up to the point were he wondered where they were going to fit so many new clothes and hangers. She saved the best for last, though, as she casually went into an underwear shop.

"Your underwear is fine," Diana clarified when they entered, "but I just thought we could buy some more or, you know, browse the store for a bit…"

"Oh, we can't possibly leave this shop without buying something to reward your hard work today…" Bruce said, half-smiling slyly at her.

"I wouldn't say no, even though I don't need anything for coloring your wardrobe a bit… It was a pleasure."

"Go now. I will get your present."

Diana shrugged and headed for the men's section, while Bruce picked a lacy black corset, with a matching bra and panties, paid for them and waited for her at the exit. She joined him some minutes later, holding two bags.

"I got some new pajamas for you." Diana said. "I almost forgot about them. Luckily the shop assistants reminded me."

"When you shop with a golden credit card, they tend to remind you of a lot of things you need to buy…"

"Well… Bruce, I'd like to visit just another shop, maybe, for some accessories, but if you're too tired we can go home now."

Bruce shrugged. "Let's go. I've survived this far…"

Diana was pleasantly surprised to see that Bruce, who she insisted in joining her in browsing the store, pointed out items that weren't only black or grey, and she hoped that somewhere along their shopping trip, he had gotten used to the idea that some color is nice, after all. They bought some scarves and a new watch and left the shopping mall in high spirits; Diana because she could finally see Bruce in nice, bright clothes and Bruce because he couldn't wait to see Diana in something black and revealing.

OOO-OOO-OOO—OOO-OOO-OOO

Diana lazily got up, letting the silk sheets slide over her naked shoulders. She grabbed her black robe from the floor and put it on, tying its silky ribbon up. She also gathered her new lingerie from the floor and walked silently towards the wide wardrobe right in front of the master bedroom's bed. She opened its doors and smiled with content upon seeing splashes of color among the black zones that used to dominate the closet. She closed the doors again and headed for her own wardrobe on the wall on the right. She folded her new underwear, placed them in their drawer and closed the doors too.

"You can't seem to get enough of the closet." She heard Bruce say and turned around. He had sat up and folded his hands behind his head.

"It's such a pleasant change." Diana said. "Time to get rid of all these black jackets! They were all practically identical." Bruce shrugged. "Have you considered donating them to charity?"

"Not until now."

"It's a nice move. I can give some of my old clothes too." She proposed, approaching the bed.

"Sure…"

"Alfred will contact the homeless shelter for the donations…" She said, making clear that donations were the last thing she had on her mind as it was. She climbed on the bed, crawling just a bit, before Bruce pushed the sheet off himself and lunged at her, claiming her lips and hastily untying her robe.

*A light chapter, just to get started with it! I've planned some way more romantic things up ahead, and more important days too. Stay tuned!

I'd also like to apologize for any typos-mistakes. Finding a trustworthy and quick beta is not easy! I usually avoid it, just to be able to post the new chapters more quickly, so sorry if anything slipped my attention!*