Guest: I'm try explaining where everybody is or doing while I focus more on the main characters with the occasional special guest appearance of the other characters. Damian was involved in the Lazarus tournament; Tim is at Ivy League not really Red Robin anymore.

Making the Best of It

Chapter 38

Wayne Manor

"Wonder Woman, you look banging."

"Batman, are those pecs real or is it just the suit?"

Within Bruce's bedroom resided the dark-haired couple. Standing before his bed was Bruce dressed in his suit, cape, cowl, and all. While Diana sat on her legs spread comfortably on the mattress.

She was sin on two legs clad in a Wonder Woman-esque lingerie. She wore red stockings, a red gown over her chest that parted halfway down exposing her flat navel which then turned into a blue frilly skirt, her position exposed her blue silk underwear, her tiara and bracelets were hers dabbing a little spice to the lingerie, a seductive expression on her face. Her inky tresses were curly, her beautiful blue eyes twinkling at him. That bright smile she flashed him left him quaking in his boots.

"I assure you that it's all real," he replied with a smirk. He approached the bed, Diana in response, stood on her knees to meet his gaze, her hands resting on his impressive chest.

Saucily she replied, "Well, I like to unwrap you to see the merchandise."

He smirked and started to respond, "I think I should do the same—Oh, this is stupid," he expressed, his head turned away. He felt ridiculous with this role-playing thing. He had never done this before, and he wasn't liking this new thing Diana wanted to try.

He made to pull away, but the Amazon lightly pulled him to her. "No. No, it's fine. You're doing fine," she assured him. Her hands resting on the back of his neck, staring at him affectionately.

He sighed but met her gaze. Her scent made him dizzy and intoxicated.

"Thank you for the gift," she told him coyly. She pressed a light kiss to his chin. Pulling back, she cocked her head giving him a skeptical look. "Although, it seems this ensemble is more a gift to you than me."

The man had the decency to look sheepish. "Well, it's a gift for the both of us," he said smugly.

She chuckled slightly, her finger sliding up and down the nape of his neck. She gingerly took off his mask, and then kissed him passionately. His hands running down her amazing curves as their tongues battled one another.

When they pulled away for air, there was nothing left to say. His suit was slowly discarded to the floor, he lightly urged her backward, plopping on the bed, an endearing look in her eyes as she stared up at her lover.

He leaned in, his body covering hers, he traced her body with his hands while his mouth hungrily devoured hers. He felt her gentle fingers tracing his sculpted back, rubbing sensuously along the toned muscle. Until he sucked on her pulse point, provoking a gasp from the woman and her hands clutched his back tightly, her legs kicking mildly.

His large and eager hands grasped at her lingerie, tugging at her underwear impatiently. He tugged the garment down her exquisite legs, leaving them be as they were passed her thighs. His fingers slipped between her tightly sealed thighs, finding her eager heat effortlessly.

She whimpered as his fingers went to work on her as his mouth lavished her tender flesh. Her eyes rolled back; sheer electricity coursed through her veins as her lover's ministrations were a pleasing gesture.

Her hands clutched his backside pulling him closer than before, their bodies pressed against each other. She felt him poking her flesh, pleased that she was doing that to him. His hard naked body lying on top of her, like a rugged blanket, making her feel safe and warm.

Bruce growing impatient, pulled at her top, his strength tugging at the fabric until it tore. Almost possessed, he continued until she was left in her stockings.

Diana squealed in excitement at his sudden aggressiveness. Her stomach did flips when he roughly pried her legs apart, her underwear still around her knees. Wanting to preserve something from the purchase, she lifted her legs up with pristine ease, gingerly prying the garment and tossed it aside without care.

A look of excitement on the Amazon's face, teasingly spread her legs exposing herself to him, and did it to and fro, her eyes never leaving his almost challenging him to make the next move. A heat built within them; their breath lost until they pounced on one another.

The wrestled one another for domination, Diana's giggles drizzled on the sound of them wrestled atop the bed.

She knew where this was headed. She would have him on his back and make him hers. But then… Bruce wouldn't be as aggressive as he was now. Oh, he would fight back but what could he do to get out from under an aroused Amazon that was experiencing bliss?

Her strength would easily keep him down and truthfully, she wanted him to dominate her, she loved the aggressive side of him when they made love.

She soon found herself on her back, her body bouncing as Bruce 'overpowered' her. She relented and let him do what he had planned for her.

Looming over her with a hard stare, made her keen. Temptingly, she spread her legs for him and it succeeded as he mounted her swiftly. He braced himself on the sides of her head, her limbs instantly clutching at him as they made love roughly. The headboard bashing against the wall, Diana's pleasant mewling and Bruce's passioned grunts reverberated throughout the room. The scent of sweat and heady stench of sex permeated the air.

Diana's stocking clad legs wrapped around her lover securely, her toes curling beneath the fabric. Pure sensation assaulted them as he drove into her so deeply, he knocked the breath from her, while her warmth enveloped him securely and welcomed him home to her velvety depths.

The raven-haired woman's head leaned backward, spots in her eyes, liquid ecstasy coursing through her body as he lover roughly pleasured her.

In time, their coupling grew rougher, their bodies slick with sweat as the tidal wave of nirvana washed over them.

Bruce grunted gutturally as he released hot jets of his seed into the woman that he loved just in time for her to join him as she released as well. Panting desperately, Bruce collapsed atop Diana, whom was catching her breath.

She pulled his head lovingly to her chest, a bead of sweat trailing down her breast, rubbing his sweaty hair. Her hammering heart throbbed into his face soothing him.

Languidly, Bruce lifted his head staring into her face. Seeing that she was very pleased by his handywork and loved him for his effort.

"I love you," he uttered to her gently.

His words brought a smile to her face. She cupped his face in her hands, "I love you," she told him, pulling him down for a passionate kiss. His hands cupping her face and hip as he returned the kiss.

Wayne Manor

"Are you ready?" Bruce asked, standing behind Elissa.

"I think so," she uttered, checking herself over.

Bruce wordlessly helped her, making sure she was ready.

They were in the driveway of the manor; fall was on the horizon, and it was the best time to teach her to ride a bike. Her helmet seemed to be sliding off her head as she looked over her shoulder to look at her father. Bruce tightened the straps to discourage falling off. She sported knee and elbow pads as well.

The man had just removed the training wheels on her bike, nervous anticipation welled up inside him as he feared she would get hurt. But he was here and that seemed to be enough for Elissa because she was excited to ride her bike. Alfred had gotten it for her birthday, and she had a lot of fun riding it even though the training wheels kept her up.

Her father helped her get her hands and feet properly positioned on her bike. "We're just going down the driveway and back to the house, okay?" he reminded her, speaking into her ear.

She nodded readily, starting to pedal too early.

"Hold on," he said quickly. "Let me pull up the kickstand."

His lifted the metal piece up, Elissa's foot quickly hit the ground hard as the bike started to tip. "Whoa!" she yelped.

Bruce stood up straight, his hands grabbing the back of the seat. "Easy. I've got you," he reassured. His voice swiftly calmed the little girl down as his words promised her safety and that was enough for her.

"Get ready to pedal, princess," he instructed her. "It's just like with the training wheels."

"You won't let go?" she looked over her shoulder pleadingly.

"Not until I'm certain you can balance yourself," he responded. Unfortunately, the little girl grew scared.

"But what if I fall?" she inquired worriedly.

Bruce took a breath, and then smiled reassuringly to his little girl. "I promise you won't get hurt," he vowed. "You're protected," he grinned at her, knocking on her helmet for underscore his point.

Her hesitation vanished and adjusted her grip and footing. Steeling herself, she started to pedal, her father's hands holding the back of the seat as she rode down the driveway.

She jerked her arms to straighten out her bike. As she rode slowly, her expression began to brighten as she grew pleased by her accomplishment.

She grew bolder and started to pedal faster. When she reached halfway down the driveway, she squealed in excitement. "Daddy, look how far I'm going!"

The dark-haired man was several feet behind his journeying daughter having let go some time ago. Pride was written on his face as she took to riding quickly.

Unfortunately, Elissa looked over her shoulder curiously wondering where he was, only to be surprised that he wasn't holding on anymore. Instantly, the lack of support hit her hard and began to wobble until she collapsed onto the hard blacktop with a cry.

"Elissa!" Bruce hurriedly ran to her.

Reaching her, he saw her struggle to get out from under the bike. She let out a whining whimper as she managed to get out from under the bike yet remained on the ground.

"Are you okay?"

He was shocked to have angry eyes glaring at him from his little girl. "You lied, Daddy!" she accused, hot angry tears in her eyes.

"You said you wouldn't let go!"

The man quickly recovered and responded. "No. I said I would hold you until I was comfortable enough to let you go on your own."

However, Elissa was still upset and wouldn't hear any explanations. "I wasn't ready!" she shouted.

Her father looked at her apologetically. "I'm sorry. I was too quick to let go," he explained. "Let's get back on the horse."

"Horse?" His daughter uttered in confusion.

"It's an expression. It means let's try again."

"No!" she yelled angrily. "I don't want to anymore," she kicked her bike angrily and finally rose to her feet.

"Hey, now…" the man lightly chided her. He patiently picked up the bike, while Elissa continued to pout. "Are you hurt?" he questioned her.

The girl checked her arm for any scratches and found none, however, her shoulder hurt a bit. She rubbed her shoulder quietly. "No," she glumly told him.

He knew she was fibbing under his trained eyes, but this was just a lesson she needed to learn. Would she continued to pout and forget about riding her bike or would she get back on it and learn to ride?

Time to see what she was made of.

The man didn't say a word while his daughter continued to pout, arms crossed along her chest. She refused to meet his gaze still deeply upset with him.

Nevertheless, her bike mocked her blatantly. She hated not being able to do something that her grandfather had given her. She loved her bike. She loved riding it. Especially, when her powers were ruining her life. It was her favorite pastime to clear her head. And asking to have the training wheels put back on made her feel odd. Like she was giving up.

And she didn't like it at all.

Wordlessly, she uncrossed her arms and sat back on her bike, her father holding it steady for her.

She looked up at him, meekly asking, "Promise you won't let go?"

He flashed her a reassuring smile. "I won't let go," he promised her.

She started to ride once more with her father's support going all the way to the front gate. Then they turned around and rode back to the house, doing a few laps going back and forth.

After a few laps, Bruce asked Elissa if she was ready to try on her own.

She paled at the idea, recalling how she had fell before, but she was her mother's daughter. She was brave and would be brave facing this challenge.

Steeling herself, she nodded her head.

She started riding with Bruce holding the seat for a few moments until he let go and watched as she rode unbothered by the lack of support.

She pedaled and pedaled, keeping her weight stable on her bike, pausing only when she reached the gate. She turned her head looking at her father, she welled up with pride at not falling.

"Daddy, did you see?" she asked loudly from her spot on the driveway.

The man waved at her a proud grin on his face at her accomplishment.

"Nice work. Try riding up to me," he called to her.

Shrugging her shoulders, Elissa started pedaling back up the driveway, keeping her balance and never hesitated. She had a destination to reach, and she would reach her father.

She was profoundly happy when she reached her father, her foot quickly stopping herself from falling as she came to a stop.

The smile never left her face, her heart pounded in her chest from the exercise.

Just then Diana had arrived home. Instantly, Elissa beamed. "Mommy! Did you see me ride?"

"No. But you did it on your own?" she questioned.

"Yeah!" she exclaimed, arms shooting into the air.

"Can you show me?" her mother asked her sweetly.

Eager to please her mother, the dark-haired girl instantly turned her bike around. She looked over her shoulder, "Watch me," she said to her mother.

Diana nodded and observed.

Her stomach was knotted as she observed her daughter ride farther and farther away from her parents. Pride battled against nervousness as Elissa rode and rode well.

When she arrived at the front gate easily, she turned around and went up the driveway once more. Arriving at the top, she inquired of her mother. "Did you see me?" with a smile.

"I did," her mother beamed. She crouched down rubbing her daughter's back. "I'm so proud of you," she cooed. She kissed her cheek. "Maybe we can all go riding together after some more practice," she suggested.

Elissa's eyes gleamed at the notion of riding together with her family.

"Can we?" she pressed, eager to go riding.

"After some more practice," her father inserted himself into the conversation.

The raven-haired woman noticed that it was starting to get dark. "Let's go in. Alfred's should have dinner ready soon," she nudged the little girl.

She whined, not ready to go in just yet. But her father assured her they could practice again tomorrow. Satisfied, she no longer had any complaint and went in with much fuss.

It was a year later, and everyone was a little older. They had routines that they followed into step with after some errors.

Elissa was eight-years old and in the second grade. She was very studious student, however, that were some concerns from her teachers that had yet to be addressed. Thus, Bruce and Diana had a parent-teacher conference with Elissa's teacher.

Bruce stood before the bathroom vanity in his underwear, staring into a fogged-up mirror attempting to shave as the shower ran.

Mist filled the bathroom whilst Diana was showering. Over the sound of the running hot water, she called out. "Remember that we have that parent-teacher conference today."

"Uh huh," Bruce grunted. His focus more on shaving, which proved difficult due to the obscured mirror. His stead hands scrapped away shaving cream and stubble along his jawline.

Soon after finishing, he heard the sound of snapping fingers. Bemused, he turned to the shower, seeing Diana's drenched hand hanging out past the shower curtain.

Her slender hand beckoned him toward her tantalizingly.

The dark-haired man moved toward her expecting her to ask him for something. Instead, as he got closer, the dripping hand grabbed his arm and pulled him into the shower with her.

"Hey!" he yelped in surprise at the sudden pull, unable to hear the giggle over the sound of the running water. Suddenly, feeling the blast of hot water on his body and the breathtaking sight of a soaked Diana coyly grinning at him, bare for him to see. Her dark locks were sticking to her neck and shoulder like dark rivers.

She was a bit upset that he was still clothed and tore his underwear off him with ease and flung the destroyed garment over the shower curtain.

She smirked impishly at him, although he was a bit peeved with her at destroying more of his clothes. Lately it was her go to move with him. He had to have Alfred order his clothes in bulk now, much to the older man's amusement.

"There we are," a pleased Diana said, seeing her man bare for her own eyes only. His sculpted body glistening in the light pleasingly to her. She wrapped her arms around him drawing him closer, their bodies brushing up against one another. He in response set his hands on her hips keeping her where he wanted her.

"Hi," she said fondly, that beautiful smile never leaving her face.

"Hi," the man smiled softly in response. Fondness slipping out of his throat with ease. "Shouldn't we hurry to the conference?" he asked her.

"It's not until this afternoon," she pecked his clean chin. "Although Elissa will be up soon," she mentioned. She tried to pull away from him, however, Bruce would not allow it as he tightened his hold on her keeping her close.

A surprised Diana uttered an "Oh," feeling him brush up against her thigh. She was secretly delighted that he was responding how she wanted him to. Their love making was becoming quite active to the point where Bruce just plopped into her bedroom after patrol, and they would have sex as soon as she woke up.

"We've got some time," Bruce said briefly. He sent a tingle down her spine as his hands lightly traced her toned back.

"A little," she mentioned, swooning in his arms. A knowing look formed on her face, her eyes twinkling in mirth.

Outside the shower, the curtain was ruffled, and a giggle of delight erupted beneath its protection followed by a pleasant moan.

And a very long shower followed.

That afternoon, the couple met with Elissa's teacher at her school.

The children were at lunch giving the teacher, Mrs. Peterson to discuss Elissa's school life with the dark-haired couple.

"Thank you for coming, Mr. Wayne, Miss Prince," the educator nodded her head toward the pair as they took a seat at her desk.

"Of course," Bruce replied, taking a seat followed by Diana.

The teacher sighed in preparation. "Well, I will just get to it. Elissa's grades are superb. She answers questions efficiently and participates in class."

The parents nodded their heads in satisfaction at hearing their daughter's performance in school. "However," the parents stomachs sank. "I've noticed there are times when she's not paying attention."

"Is she having some trouble with the subject matter?" Diana inquired with a hint of concern.

"I've noticed she seems to keep to herself most of the time. She has conversations with her classmates but doesn't get too close," she explained with worry.

"Is she being bullied?" Bruce wondered.

Mrs. Peterson shook her head. "Not to my knowledge. I've asked her about it, and she just shrugs her shoulders and says she doesn't want to touch people. Are there problems at home?"

"No," Bruce denied. Lying for Elissa and Diana. The parents already had an idea about why Elissa didn't get too close to other people. She was afraid of her powers hurting someone even though her mother has been teaching her to control them. They are just so unpredictable that it was a harsh fate for a second grader.

Diana was sympathetic to her child's plight. How she wished to alleviate her daughter's harsh fate however she could.

"I've had a feeling about Elissa for a while now. So I asked her to take a little test to check my theory."

As soon as Bruce heard the words, he thought the worst.

"She aced it," Mrs. Peterson described. "It's my—"

Bruce interjected quickly. "Wait. Are you trying to say Elissa has a learning disability?" Dread building up inside him like a weight.

Diana, too, shared her concern. She prayed Elissa didn't have another battle to fight that was intimidating to her.

Mrs. Peterson surprised the man. "On the contrary, I think Elissa is a little ahead of the class. Her lack of attention stems from her not being interested enough in something she already knows," she explained.

Relief rained down on the parents, pleased to hear how bright their daughter was.

"It's just a matter of keeping her interested with the rest of the class," she assured them.

Diana spoke. "We review her homework with her after she has completed it and do a few extra problems to make sure she knows it," she reasoned.

"And that's fine," Mrs. Peterson nodded. "Like I said, we need to keep her interested."

"We'll talk with her about paying better attention in class, Mrs. Peterson." The billionaire assured the educator.

"That's fine," she nodded. She shifted through her papers on her desk and found Elissa's report card. She handed the paper to the parents pleased with the grades. "I think you'll be glad to see her grades," she chirped.

Diana took the piece of paper and scanned down to Elissa's grades and was deeply impressed by her daughter's hard work. She handed the paper to Bruce for him to see.

Mrs. Peterson decided to conclude the meeting as she had a few other parents to get to before the lunch period ended.

When the parents returned to the car, Diana instantly implored Bruce. "We must do something, Bruce. She can't go through her whole life worrying that she might hurt someone."

He was silent contemplating her concerns. "I know," he said reservedly.

His mind working on ways to help their daughter. However, his best idea had been ruled out around the time Elissa's powers manifested. The power inhibitor wouldn't work on Elissa's powers from divinity.

For the first time, Bruce was uncertain on what to do.

Diana, on the other hand, had a few ideas of her own. But she chose to keep them to herself until they proved viable.

Elissa was surprised to see that both her parents were picking her up from school, yet she was delighted to see them.

"Mommy! Daddy!" She hugged her mother tightly around her waist.

"Hello, my love." Her mother's voice oozed with love as she wrapped her arms around her little body. "How was school?"

"Good," she answered readily.

The trio walked over to the car and continued speaking. "We are very proud of you, Elissa. Your report card was excellent," her father praised her, which made the little girl puff her chest out with pride, although she felt a bit sheepish at being put on a spotlight. Still, she was happy to hear her parents were proud of her hard work.

Her mother suddenly spoke, "Which is why you get a new toy for such good work," she informed her daughter.

Elissa's eyes lit up at the notion of getting a new toy from the toy store. "Really? Right now?"

Bruce chuckled at her exuberance. "This weekend," he promised. "Figure out what you want," he told her.

"But" Diana interjected, "that doesn't mean you can let your grades drop, young lady. We expect you to keep up the good work," she explained to the effusive Elissa.

"Okay!" she chirped quickly.

Olympia, western side of Peloponnese

It was late at night when Diana flew down from the starry night sky. Her red boots gently landing on the green grass just outside the Temple of Hera. The ruins of the queen of the gods temple was where Diana intended to communion with the goddess.

She hoped, at least. Hera wasn't as receptive towards Diana having learned she was another of her cheating husbands' bastard children.

The Amazon prayed that Hera would be receptive tonight so she could get some answers.

She kneeled within the temple and recited a pleading pray, beseeching Hera to answer her call.

After a few moments of praying, she heard the shuffling of rocks. The raven-haired Amazon quickly looked up to see the queen of the gods standing before her with a bored expression on her face. Her red hair framed her face perfectly, wearing an ornate green with gold accents chiton.

Instantly, Diana paid her respects. "Queen Hera! I graciously thank you for answering my prays!"

Hera was silent. Her callous eyes staring down at the bowed woman. "Bastard," the goddess greeted dully.

Diana refused to retort in an unrespectful manner. She could withstand Hera's antagonistic barbs. If it meant she could get some answers to her daughter's troubles. For Elissa, Diana would hold her tongue and swallow her pride.

Slowly, she rose to her feet to stare Hera in the eyes. "I respectfully seek your guidance." She opened her mouth, hesitating to utter the words as she feared Hera's wrath should she find Elissa's existence to be an affront to her. Finally, she blurted out her concerns. "My daughter's gifts are proving to be unfavorable to her life," she explained. "I seek to know if the gods have anything to do with it."

Hera patiently listened and pondered Diana's words. It was true that she found Diana distasteful. Yet another living example of her husband Zeus' infidelity. However, she had no idea what the bastard was speaking of.

She turned her head away from Diana, oblivious to her. "I have not the slightest notion what you speak of," she expressed contemptuously. "Blame Zeus for your daughter's blight. I would tell you to ask him yourself, however, he currently dwells within the Graveyard of the Gods. Please travel to the abyss with your jackass father," she dismissed scornfully.

Diana scowled at Hera's reaction.

"I shall return to Olympus," she bid the demigoddess farewell. She vanished before Diana's eyes like a ghost leaving Diana with unanswered questions.

Perhaps, Hera was deceiving her. Or maybe the gods were not as all-knowing as they claim.

Nevertheless, Diana left with nothing to show for her journey.

Perhaps, she would pick something up from Greece for Elissa.

Maybe that would make Diana feel less unsuccessful.

NEXT: Troubles and Friends