A/N: I'm glad people liked it! Here's the next part. Which if possible is sappier than the ending of Empathy.

Chapter Two – Yes

"Bruce, are you sure about this?"

"That's the seventeenth time you've asked me that," he warned. "I'm counting."

Diana shifted slightly. They were on the couch in the living room, Diana stretched out with her head in his lap, his hands idly playing with her hair. "But-"

"Diana," he interrupted softly, thinking about putting a finger on her lips to quiet her. He thought better of it. He had a point to make, after all, and if he touched her lips he wouldn't be making it for a while. "It doesn't matter how I get to marry you."

"But you're Bruce Wayne! You're meant to have a huge, enormously publicised wedding with…doves and a cathedral and diamond wedding favours for the guests and two thousand people in attendance!"

"Do we know two thousand people?" he questioned, not bothering to hide his smile. It was getting easier every day. "And what's the point of doves? They'd just fly away anyway."

"I could catch them," she suggested.

"But you wouldn't," he said assuredly. "Besides, I don't think you could catch them."

She got up, crossing her arms. "Oh couldn't I? And I suppose that Batman could?"

"Of course he could," he replied arrogantly. "And much faster than you."

"You insufferable man," she said. "I have no idea why I'm bothering with you. Clearly I should be marrying Alfred."

"Clearly."

She snorted. A terribly undignified thing to do for a princess, and not all that ladylike either, but with Diana neither of things mattered. "But you'd wear him out," he grinned. "You're working at wearing me out."

Turning back to him, she grinned like a wolf. A ridiculously beautiful, devastatingly sexy, wolf. "What a shame," she murmured, moving in close. Expecting her to kiss him, he let a groan escape when she nipped his bottom lip before pulling away again. Why did I have to teach her that? In Diana he had a willing student; Bruce found himself a more than enthusiastic teacher. They'd been together four months, Bruce Wayne's engagement to Wonder Woman announced just a few days ago. If he'd had his way, they would have been married three months and three weeks ago. They'd 'met' for the second time at a charity ball, then had their first date a few days after that. That had been weird – especially since it really was their first date. It wasn't unpleasant, or at all awkward. It was…just them having diner, except Tim was missing and the food was slightly poorer quality than Alfred's cooking.

As for the wedding…that was tomorrow. Not that any of the press knew that. Clark and Lois – both guests – were under strict orders not to leak it to the Planet. A Batglare had worked well on one, an exclusive interview with Diana on becoming a mother for the first time (she'd discovered just a week ago she was expecting - and hadn't stopped grinning since) had guaranteed the silence of the second.

Tomorrow, on a beach facing Themyscira, in the Caribbean. For some reason that she couldn't explain, Diana was determined that she wasn't going to wear shoes on her wedding day. She already had the dress; a simple Grecian-style gown, cool white linen held together with gold broaches at the shoulders, her lasso around her waist. There was no other ornamentation, and apart from a plain gold wedding band she wouldn't be wearing any jewellery – and somehow (he didn't need to see it), Bruce knew he was going to have difficulty speaking.

"Bruce?"

"Mmm?"

She shifted against him slightly. "I love you."

Amazing how he never got tired of hearing that. "Love you too."

Her weight shifted again. "Are you…falling asleep?" she demanded, only half-serious.

"It was a late night," he protested. "And I distinctly remember a certain princess deciding that sleep was against my best interests."

"It still is," she whispered, mouth brushing against her ear.

Suddenly Bruce wasn't so tired anymore.

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It was so simple, in the end. They married at sunset, blue sea, golden sun and white sand. It didn't matter what the vows were; they'd have to have a civil ceremony to make it legal in America anyway, but it wasn't everyday the goddess of love presided over a marriage ceremony. Superman had to physically hold Flash back, but the bride and groom didn't notice. His suspicions had been correct; watching Diana walk towards him, Bruce's throat had gone utterly dry, his jaw dropping. It was only Dick's firm elbow into his ribs that reminded him to close his mouth. Her sharp eyes caught the movement, and she grinned, dazzling Bruce far more effectively than the late evening sun was managing. Hippolyta put her daughter's hand in his with a look that said quite clearly hurt my daughter and I will kill you, but her gaze softened when she saw the look of utter joy on Diana's face.

Aphrodite spoke a few words in ancient Greek, then conjured out of nowhere a vine of ivy leaves, interspaced with diamonds. She wound it around their clasped hands, elaborating. "Ivy, for eternal love. And diamonds…" She reached up and pressed her thumb lightly on Diana's forehead, then Bruce's, leaving raindrop shaped jewels glimmering there. "…the tears of the gods. We bless this union."

Whether or not Aphrodite would have said 'you may kiss the bride', no one knew, since Bruce didn't wait for permission.

Diana didn't seem too perturbed.

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A/N: I hope you liked this – was sappy, I know. But sappy is good. Embrace your inner sap!

And in a bout of shameless self-advertising, please read my new story, Blind As A Bat, over in the Batman Begins/The Dark Knight section. If that's not for you, then don't worry, I have not stopped writing JL fanfiction – there will be more! But it would be nice if you wanted to read the other one too. XD