Title: If You Could Only See
Characters: Batman & Wonder Woman
Genres: Romance, BM/WW

So much for this being a one-shot. Let me know what you think!

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

"If you could only see the way she loves me/maybe you would understand/why I feel this way about our love/and what I must do/If you could only see how blue her eyes can be when she says/when she says she loves me" -Tonic

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.

In fact, she could see something in his eyes that both warmed her heart and caught her breath as she stared into their depths, mesmerized by the look and the wealth of feeling that was radiating from his eyes. She had never seen this particular expression on his face before, almost carefree, as if something about her touch, about their newfound closeness had eased the ache in his heart that had plagued him for so long.

Laying her fingers along his jaw, she leaned forward once again, their lips softly and slowly meeting, clinging in a melding of emotions and quickly, the passion rose between the two. His lips hardened as hers softened and they pressed together in almost fitful desperation as he dropped to his knees, roughly pulling her to the end of the bed and flush against his body. The heat was almost palpable between the two and his hands rose quickly, burying in the sodden softness of her ebony hair and turning her head in order to gain better, deeper access to the honeyed sweetness of her mouth. She, in turn, slid her hand up his jaw to the back of his neck, feeling the sweaty tendrils of hair brushing her fingers as she locked her hand around his nape, rejoicing in their closeness, at the fact that they were finally taking this step.

And suddenly, her mind was filled with questions as to how this had passionate and spontaneous encounter had come about, as to what had changed between the moments before Circe's arrival and now, as they were pressed together in a heated interlude of mouths and bodies.

Drawing back, she gasped for air, trying desperately to ignore the lustful gleam in his eyes as she sucked in a breath, her breasts heaving against the steel of his chest. Her lungs filling with air, she finally managed to softly utter the question that was now burning through her brain, "Bruce, what made you change your mind?"

Brushing her hair back from her rosy cheeks and tucking the stray wet strands behind her ears, he bent forward, pressing a series of small kisses along her jaw line before planting a whisper of a kiss on her lips, leaving her wanting to beg for more, to plead for his sweet ministrations to never stop. But she wanted an answer. And so, she pulled her hand from his nape and ran the back of it along the stubbly slide of his cheek before taking his chin between her thumb and forefinger, guaranteeing his attention.

"You," he murmured as he gazed into her eyes, seeing the combination of lust and affection that he knew that he would always equate with Diana. It was hard to put into words precisely what had made him change his mind about starting a relationship with Diana; he only knew that she had finally overcome his defenses, pierced the thick layer of armor that so closely guarded his heart and burrowed her way inside. He couldn't tell her that it had been her relentless patience, her undaunted spirit and courage, and her sheer stubbornness that had eventually worn him down, eventually showed him that such a woman was a treasure that would be sheer stupidity to give up on, to let go of because of fear and self-preservation.

All he could do was again whisper, "You."

He recaptured her lips, moving upwards to sit beside her on the bed before dragging her luscious armful of a body onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her and letting her understand just how deeply his feelings ran with the tender strength of his kiss and the steely hardness of his body. She seemed to understand that he simply couldn't put into words what had changed between them, why he had let his heart lead him for once, here, to this room, to allow his woman to give him a hint of peace, of sanctuary.

And a taste of the paradise that could lie between them.

Pulling back from the sweetness of her lips, he nuzzled the sweet spot between her jaw and ear, tickling the spot with a gentle glide of his tongue. She was torn between a laugh and a moan, finally deciding to end the torture by pulling away, framing his face between her hands and planting a hard kiss on his lips before, her voice raspy and a little harsh, she questioned, "Why now?"

And at long last, he had an answer for the Princess currently enfolded in his arms. He looked at her, the long length of black hair, the sexy body, the full lips that all enclosed a heart of Amazonian proportions, one that fought for truth and for what was right. It was that kind of heart he realized now that he could trust in, could be free with. Diana wasn't the kind of woman to betray him, to carelessly disregard or disrespect him or whatever relationship they built between them. And it was those characters that had risen to his mind as he'd stood out there in the hallway, wondering whether or not to walk through the door to her room.

"Tonight," he started hesitantly, "proved to me that there are some things that you simply cannot plan for or guard against."

"Like Circe?" Diana asked, a hint of uncertainty in her eyes even as she lay surrounded by his arms and the heat of his body. And it was that rare suggestion of uncertainty that gave him the strength to continue, to tell her exactly what lay in his heart and his mind.

"Like you," he said softly but firmly. "I thought that I could protect myself from you, from what you make me feel by ignoring it, by giving you a litany of reasons why we couldn't be together." He brushed his hand through her hair, felt the wetness that still lingered there as he looked into her eyes, the blue depths tinged with a dawning happiness and a deepening love. And Bruce knew that whatever it cost him, he had to find the words to tell her why he was here, holding her in his arms and close to his heart.

"Like my immortality and your issues?" she questioned with a small smile gracing her mouth, leaning forward to softly press her lips to his in a gesture that ached with tenderness and the revelation of emotions.

He had the grace to look chagrined, "Exactly like that. But tonight, when she changed you into…when she changed you, I was forced to reexamine all the nonsensical reasons I used to convince myself not to care about you."

He paused for a moment, a serious look on his face, and his arms tightened almost involuntarily around her. "And I found that I cared anyway, even in the face of logic, in the face of magic."

"If it hadn't been for Circe, I might never have found the…courage," he spat out, hating to admit that he'd been a coward, "to be here with you like this, to hold you knowing that right now, it's only you and I."

"It took courage to open your heart, Bruce," Diana whispered gently, stroking his hair before scooting closer on his lap, leaning her head against his chest, comforted to hear the soft thump, thump of his heart. "Are you disappointed?" she asked teasingly.

He didn't answer, just tilted her face up to meet his kiss and just before their lips met, she murmured, "I love you," and her blue eyes blazed with the sentiment and the satisfaction at finally having him to herself.

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