Red: Sequel to Black

It was an ordinary wednesday on the Watchtower, with Diana getting ready for monitor duty. She was still in a funk from the previous night's fight with Bruce. It really took a toll on her, making her chug down iced mochas and avoid everyone in sight. Worst part was that everyone could point their fingers at Bruce for it.

Diana was fixing her hair in the mirror when she noticed that there was a white box with a large black bow on her bed. She put down her brush and walked over to the bed.

"Hmm..," she mused.

She picked up the box and saw a note on the bottom of it. She grinned and read the message;

To Princess,

I'm sorry for last night.. Work's just been so heavy recently. I swear, I'm going to make it up to you. Just don't break anything else, for Alfred's sake. I'll try my best to come back early from patrol. The gift's pretty self-explanatory. I love you Diana, and I hope you forgive me for being such an ass.

I'll see you tonight,

Bruce.

P.S: You're number one in my life, not Gotham.

Diana looked up from the note and smiled warmheartedly. She opened the box that the note was attached to and couldn't believe her eyes.

Red and lacy lingerie.

"Thank the Gods that Wally isn't here to see this."

She sat down and took out the garments. "I can't believe this! I don't know whether I should be flattered or offended," she scoffed to herself.

She took out the clothing and laughed. "Oh, Bruce.. He would do this. They're actually quite pretty. I might hold out just to mess with his head," she thought in her mind. She couldn't stay mad at Bruce, even for a moment. It was tough to see him concentrating on other things, but deep down inside, she knew that he always loved her.

The silver frame of her picture of them together caught her eye, glimmering against the sun. She walked over to the night stand and picked it up.

They were out of their uniforms and at home in the living room of the Manor. They looked so happy together, cuddling in front of the fireplace. His eyes were set on her as she laughed in the other direction. It was apparent that she was his from the way he presented himself when he was around her. They were at peace together, content at last. It was like they destroyed the barriers and the facades that they had.

"Hera, I love him."

She sat down on the bed once again and let out a deep sigh. "Time for Monitor Duty."

It was around three forty in the morning when Bruce came home. It was a long night in Gotham, rounding up the Joker once again. He received two lacerations and a burn, but they were worth putting the Joker back in Arkham once again.

"Alfred, I have two cuts that need stitching and a burn that needs to be treated. Thank you," he said as he walked to the Cave. Alfred adjusted his nightcap and followed him.

"Of course, Master Bruce. The Joker again, I presume?"

They walked behind the grandfather clock and into the infirmary portion of the Cave.

"I swear, one day I'm going to make the Joker pay for everything he's done."

Bruce threw off the kevlar pieces of his suit and adjusted himself to the cold temperature of the Cave as he stood still with only his boxers on. He patiently waited for Alfred to sterilize his materials and gather his medical uniform.

Alfred snapped on a medical mask and a pair of rubber gloves as he smirked. "Ready, Master Bruce."

Bruce sat on the cold medical table and took a deep breath.

"Likewise."

Alfred stepped over to Bruce and started his work. He began to talk, trying distract Bruce and himself from the procedure. He inserted the syringe that contained the anesthetic into Bruce's arm.

"So, how is Her Highness doing? She seemed very distraught earlier today. Did you two get into an argument, Sir?"

Bruce winced and closed his eyes. "Unfortunately, Alfred. I shot her down again for the fifth time in two weeks. It's killing me from the inside out. I sent her a gift and a note to work today.. But, I'm afraid that it's not enough. I might lose her, and it's only been a little while since I admitted that I loved her. What the Hell's wrong with me, Alfred?"

Alfred sighed and looked intently at his adopted son. His head drooped in disappointment but stayed silent.

"She wouldn't leave me, right?"

"She's your wife."

Bruce tensed up and felt like throwing the needle away from his body.

"She wouldn't leave me..," he thought in his mind.

Alfred pulled out the syringe sharply and pressed a bandage to the small wound. There was nothing to be said, for there was nothing to be discussed. This family was falling apart, slowly but surely.

"I'm sorry."

About a half an hour later, Alfred finished dressing the wounds with bandages and left Bruce alone in the Cave.

Alone, Bruce let out a deep sigh and dug his head into his palms. He heard a constant clicking, which seemed to be coming from the floor.

Heels.

"Princess?," he called out.

Diana revealed herself from the shadows and flew in his direction. She was a vision of red to him and her eyes sparkled against the darkness of the Cave. The garments molded to her shape like a second skin, hugging every curve. The look on her face struck him the most though, like she was eager to fix things. Eager to be with him again.

She landed right in front of him and flashed a smile subconsciously. She ran a hand through her hair nervously as she waited for a reaction. He reached out for her hand and brought it up to his cheek. He slid off of the table and held Diana close to his body.

She ran her fingers over one of the bandages and frowned."Are you alright, Bruce? I hate seeing you in pain like this," she said softly.

The words she spoke hit him like a raging bus. He felt like an inconsiderate, selfish bastard, which he usually was. He wanted to be everything but to Diana.

"I should be the one worrying right now."

"You should. Do you know how much you hurt me? It kills, Bruce. I can take a punch, I can take a hit. I can't take a bullet to the heart."

He sighed and couldn't find the words to say. He was wrong, no matter what he said.

"You're not going to leave me, are you?"

Her eyebrows flexed and she rolled her eyes. "Of course I am. I just decided to wear the lingerie that you bought me to taunt you before I walked out," she said sarcastically.

"Don't even joke about that, Diana. You've got me on my toes now."

"And that's how it should be, Bats."

Bruce looked into her eyes and grew quite. "You don't think of me as a person without a pulse, do you?"

"You better have a pulse for me, Bruce."

Diana brushed her lips against his and wrapped her arms around his neck. He rested his hands on the hem of her panties and breathed in her exotic scent. His desire was consuming his mind, only thinking of his Diana. She placed a hand over his heart and smiled seductively.

"That heart is definitely racing."

He hugged her tighter and lifted her up into his arms. He kissed her forehead lightly and walked towards the exit.

"Where are we going?," she asked with a slight glimmer of mischief in her eyes.

He gave her a typical "Bruce Wayne smile" and winked, "The bedroom."

Diana grinned and kissed her husband for what felt like an eternity, as slow and sweet as syrup.

"I love you, Bruce."

"I love you too, Princess."

He glanced down at her chest and smirked. She sighed and rubbed her forehead.

"Oh Hera, Bruce.. You're staring again."

Bruce's eyes slowly wandered upwards until they finally met Diana's eyes. "Can you blame me? I told you that it would be hard for me to get my hands and eyes off of you from the very beginning. "

"Then why the Tartarus did you keep on pushing me away?"

Bruce exited the Cave and stopped in his tracks.

"Because I'm Batman."

It was all red that night, from the love and passion circulating the Manor. Soon, the red lingerie was nowhere to be found, which was the same fate for Bruce's boxers. And they lived happily ever after. Well, at least for the next few days.

The end.