Author's Note: I just wanted to say that both Bruce and Diana are young, probably in their late twenties. And for the kids, Dick is seventeen, Tim is twelve and Terry is five. FYI, this is probably going to be the second to last chapter. Warning: Mushy. Very mushy.

In the Right Direction

It was around four in the morning when Bruce returned to the Manor from his patrol. It was a quiet night in Gotham, with little to nothing to interfere with. It just left Bruce Wayne with a lot of thinking to do. The moment he set his foot out of the Batmobile was when his world crashed down onto him again. His family was still broken, with everybody against him. Alfred was ashamed, Diana was crushed, and the boys were stuck in the middle of it.

Diana hated him. And he believed it.

He threw garments of his suit onto the floor and trudged into his home. He didn't care about anything at the moment. He needed a break from the world. He just needed to fix things with everyone. And whether he liked it or not, he was going to have to become the optimist in the family.

When he met Diana, he pushed her away from his world. But as Diana being herself, she persisted in her mission of befriending Bruce. They slowly became very close friends, probably the closest he ever had. He loved her from the beginning, but it truly dawned on him after a few years. And once they found out that they were the true parents of Terry, it was only obvious that they were destined for each other. But now, he was losing her. This was not his fault, but he knew that must have been traumatic to see your husband and his infamous ex kissing during a time of turmoil.

"This ends tonight," he told himself as he made his way towards the stairs. Bruce looked around and was met by a harsh household. It was clean, thanks to Alfred, but it seemed so disoriented. He sighed and made his way up the stairs. He could hear a faint sobbing, which he knew belonged to Diana.

Instead of rushing to her, he took his time, creeping closer to the sound.

"Bruce, why?," she cried, "I can't take this any longer! I have to leave him.. He doesn't love me anymore."

She stifled sobs and moaned his name. "It's over. I'm done with this. He and Mother were always right, this would never work."

Bruce opened the door to the Master Bedroom and saw Diana leaning against a wall, sobbing with no end. She was wearing a tight, black negligee, with her long hair tousled and her skin pale. She looked like a completely shattered person, someone entirely different from her normal, warm self. He knew that the fault was his own for this. He may not have started it, but he had to pay for the consequences.

"You!," she yelled, her voice still choked with tears. She raised a fist towards him, but he held it in his palm and locked his fingers with hers.

"Diana..," Bruce sighed as he took her into his arms. "It's alright, Princess. I swear, this will never happen again." She looked away from him and wiped the tears from her eyes. "You don't know that, Bruce."

"Well, I do know that you're my only one. You're the only one that I have feelings for now. Princess, you're the only one I can trust with everything. I've entrusted you with our boys, my identity, my past.. You know it all."

She buried her face in the crook of his neck and wrapped her arms around his torso. She couldn't believe what she was hearing, that the man that once seemed to hate her was professing his love to keep her in his life.

"Please, Bruce.. Just fix everything! I want us to be happy again. That's all I want," she pleaded. He looked into her deep blue eyes and nodded. "Just leave it all to me."

Her sobs ceased and she gently laid her arms around his neck.

Bruce slowly brought his lips to hers, savoring the kiss like ambrosia. Their tongues intertwined, engaging in a passionate dance. Their hands frantically groped each other's bodies, caressing and exploring like lost lovers. Moans escaped from their mouths as they moved onto their bed.

Diana landed under Bruce, pausing to open her eyes, seeing another pair of blues completely committed to her. She knew he was ashamed of his actions, and that she was truly being too hard on him.

"I love you, Princess."

She smiled and kissed him again, this time soft and slow.

"I love you too, Bruce."

He threw off his shirt and began unzipping Diana's tight dress. She tore it off as Bruce stripped down to his boxers. Bruce attempted to unhook her lacy brassiere as he licked her chest, but Diana held him back.

"Not tonight, Bruce. We're still warming up," she said before kissing him again.

"You enjoy taunting me, don't you?," Bruce teased as he began licking her neck. "A little bit..," she giggled. Bruce took her hand and put it on his heart. "This is yours, Diana," he said confidently. He had nothing to lose, no pride to cling onto, nothing to hide. There were no strings attached to this session of reassurance and confession.

She took a deep breath and look away from him for a moment. "Thank you, Bruce."

"I'm always here for you, Princess."

"I know, my Dark Knight," she smiled, acknowledging the cliché and cheesiness in her statement.

Diana knew that Bruce loved it when she used one of his glorified nicknames. Their eyes locked for a brief moment, trading their apologies and regrets. He immediately rekindled their passionate embrace, lightly sucking her lips. Their tongues played once more as the rest of their bodies melted into one.

They continued to kiss and cuddle until the radiant sun began to shine through their windows. They lied down side by side, limbs intertwined.

"You're not completely free, you know?," Diana reminded.

"I know. But it was worth it."

"What, foreplay?"

"Not only that, Princess. It's the fact that you trust me again. We really needed this confessional, with nothing holding us back."

She grinned and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I'm glad that the 'romantic you' is coming out of his shell. It's been a little while since I've seen him," she said before giving him a long and loving kiss.

"I'm just giving Batman and Bruce Wayne a few hours off, that's all."

"I love all three sides of you just the same."

"Three guys for the price of one," he laughed.

"More like one guy for the price of three! I'm just kidding, babe," she smiled back.

Diana loved it when Bruce was happy. His laughter was like a gift from the Gods to her. That night was perfect for them. They were finally happy together for the first time in a few months.

"I'm really glad that we're in the right direction. Alfred and the boys will be relieved to see us on the same page again," he confessed.

"I'm happy about that, too. But still, I better have a new ring on my finger by tomorrow!," she laughed.

"I'll give you ten rings for all of your fingers, for all I care. As long as things keep on going the way they are now, I'm fine with anything."

"If we keep on going like this, you'll be the luckiest man on Earth," Diana winked as she gave him a slight slap on his rear.

"Just for that, Bats and Bimbo are coming back anytime now.."

"Anything I can do to prevent that?"

"I can think of a few options..," he cooed as they went in for another succulent kiss. Bruce slowly pulled away from his wife and let a deep breath out. "Same time tomorrow?"

Diana chuckled and squeezed his hand.

"We'll see. But, this was good. We needed this.. We haven't done anything like this in a very long time."

"Since Terry's fifth birthday five months ago."

"It's been that long? Well then, I suppose Mr. Wayne, the Dark Knight, and just plain Bruce will be very happy men very soon," she flirted as she planted a kiss on his lips.

"I can't wait."

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Alfred woke up to the sound of giggling and laughter, which he knew came from the Master Bedroom down the hall.

"It's about time," he smiled.