Title: I Can See Clearly Now

Dedicated to all of you who asked for a sequel!

Disclaimer: Still don't own Justice League or Wondy or Bats. Most unfortunate.

"I can see clearly now the rain is gone "
-Jimmy Cliff

His heart and his mind were pulling him in opposite directions and his feet were like cement, heavy as he stood outside her door, able to hear her humming inside her room. He could imagine her walking around her room, changing for the night, curling up in her little easy chair with a book of classic literature, humming all the while. It was enough to drive a man insane with wanting and wondering.

Even a man as strong as himself.

And with that thought, he made his decision.

The shields fell from his eyes as he slowly gathered his courage, realizing that there had never been any option other than the one that he was about to take. There was only one path, one way forward, and it led him straight into the emotional abyss that was Wonder Woman, that was Princess Diana of Themyscira.

And with that realization, he lifted his hand, preparing to gently tap on the door to her chamber when it slid open with a soft whoosh and he came face to face with the woman who had been dominating his thoughts for the past few minutes. Her long black hair was sopping wet, testament to the fact that she had been taking a shower while he had been in agony, trying to make the decision whether to turn to or away from the beautiful Amazon princess. Her blue eyes were lit with curiosity and she smiled softly at him, brushing her sopping hair over her shoulder and reaching forward to place a hand on the door jamb.

"To what do I owe this pleasure?" she asked quietly, her eyes sparkling as she noticed that he had barely moved. The fact that he had actually managed to be caught outside her door, rather than doing his usual disappearing act, was testament to how off-balance the princess made him feel. And now, his heart was teetering as he stared at her, unsure of how to progress and what he wanted to say. It was so odd for him to feel this way, to be so uncertain as to his actions, as to what steps to take on this path he had suddenly found himself on.

Although, it really wasn't so sudden. This thing between he and Diana had been building for some time, ever since that brush of her lips against his cheek in Gorilla City, since he had first seen her, strong and noble, eager to defend the people of the world, adorable in her naivety and utterly beautiful in every sense of the world. She knew little about Man's World and still, she had wanted to protect and preserve it. He admired that trait, that determination and belief in herself even when they had all been unsure of the newcomer in their midst.

Now she was a decorated and proven hero, a champion of the world, and keeper of the emotions that stormed through him, although he was unsure of how aware she was of his feelings, of the depths to which they reached.

And suddenly, the suave and sophisticated veneer that had given Bruce Wayne so much success came rushing to the forefront. "May I come in?"

"Of course," she answered, stepping back to allow him entrance to her room. Eschewing her usual skimpy costume, she was enveloped in a terry cloth robe the same color as her eyes, a deep and lovely shade of royal blue. It fell to the floor, brushing her ankles, and he could see her bare toes peeking out from beneath the length of terry cloth. It was belted at her waist with a matching strand of fabric, cinched loosely and looking as though it could melt away from her at any moment, just fall to the floor in a puddle, leaving his brains like mush and his mouth unable to speak.

To prevent that, he walked inside and asked her to take a seat. He did so, perching on the edge of her bed and crossing her legs at the knee. He seriously considered drooling at the expanse of leg that she showed with that movement. Her usual costume was very revealing, but this was a much more intimate setting that they usually found themselves in. She wasn't fighting and determination to beat the enemy in whatever battle they were engaged in; she was wet from her shower, wrapped in a robe, and sitting on her bed with him still standing in the doorway, knowing that this was his path, no matter how much he had fought it.

He took a slow step forward and the door closed behind him with a soft sound that echoed in his mind. There was no turning around now – his future was here, in this room, with this woman; the woman who was currently looking at him with a question in her eyes and a soft smile playing about her lips.

Stepping further forward, he stopped just inches from where she sat. Leaning forward, he took a hand a teasing the ends of her hair, curling the sopping strands in a knot around his fingers and teasingly tweaking it. She looked up at him and the question in her eyes transformed into an expression of affection and a dawning awareness that something was changing between the two of them, that whatever lay between them was rising to the surface rather than hiding in the shadows as it usually did. She realized quickly that between the time she had left him in the hallway and when she had found him at her door as she'd been pining for a snack from the kitchen, he had come to a decision regarding their relationship and the emotions that lay between them.

She reached out a hand and brought it to his shoulder, feeling the warmth that lay beneath the suit, the heat that her touch evoked. Slowly, very slowly, Diana let her fingers slide along his neck and then gently traced the line of his jaw, the slight stubble against the silk of his skin. She closed her eyes for a second as she realized that he wasn't protesting her movements, that something had changed between them, that the wealth of emotions between them was rising to the surface, filling the air, that she could feel the change in every breath that she took.

Inching forward, she took that final step that brought their lips together, a sweet and gentle meeting of their mouths that left both of them aching for fulfillment but answered the questions that had been racing through Diana's mind since she had long ago realized that her feelings for the Dark Knight ran deep and true.

Drawing back, their lips slowly parting, she looked into a cowl and suddenly decided that while this was part of the man that she loved, it wasn't the true face of him, only the mask that he hid behind. And with that thought, she slowly but decisively pulled it away, letting it fall to the nape of his neck as she stared into the face of the man behind the mask, the chiseled, lantern jaw, the dark, tousled hair, the eyes that looked into her own with an affection and caring that she had rarely seen so strongly in the depths, one that finally echoed her own.

And she could see that things had changed.

So, what did you think?

To SarahC – I didn't leave you hanging! So no pouting. Hope that you enjoyed it!

To Manuel – Glad that you liked the cliffhanger! I decided to have fun with it and see what people thought about that kind of ending. So the story continued!!

To T – Seriously fantastic? I love it! I'm getting used to the third person perspective and decided that this one would be fun to do in it as well. It is a frustrating episode to the viewer, but it leaves so many things open to the writer. So I got to play with it! Hope you enjoy your Thanksgiving as well!

To Lauren – Nice to hear that you enjoyed my take on Batman. I do so enjoy writing him. Glad you like it and thanks for all the compliments! I really appreciate them.