Every Cloud
Monday, September 21st, 11:40
Diana, casually dressed in jeans and shirt, walked up the stairs of Wayne manor with a big mug, leaving a strong coffee aroma in her wake. The bedroom door swung open and she moved towards Wayne's prone, sleeping form. Pushing the cover aside, Diana sat beside him, carefully peeking under the oversized, drab gray tee shirt. She grinned a bit at his endearing simplicity, but bit her lip upon seeing the black and blue blotches over his sides and back.
His early return and unusually deep sleep were explained in one go. Knowing complaining would be pointless, Diana was grateful Bruce had the brains to bail out in time. With two fingers she reached for the base of his deltoids, rubbing lightly.
Easing to wakefulness with a languid smile, Bruce mumbled into the pillow. "Caffeine?"
"Right here." She held up a mug even tough he kept his eyes closed.
Sitting up, Bruce noticed the time.
"I couldn't wake you if I wanted to." Diana anticipated the question. "Half an hour of alarm ringing couldn't. Dose this mean the dreams are over?"
"For now." He downed the extra-strong drink the in one long go. "League?"
"The usual." Diana shrugged. "Flash is feeling under the weather - "
Wayne's brow's shot up in concern.
"In his words: The thing we fear is supposed to give you nasty zits not a runny nose." She held up a finger. "I've told him to go see Jonn - its just common cold."
Bruce clasped her shoulder. "You?"
"Shift starts at two. Lunch at the tower?"
Shoulders slumped, he shook his head regretfully, "CIA."
"Done with." Diana grinned proudly. "I've asked Waller to mail the data to Metrotower. Shayera is checking it right now. She' was an inspector, right?"
"Legata." Bruce nodded.
"The preliminary will be ready when you finish the board meeting."
"Mess hall chow it is." He pecked a kiss on Daian's ear, making her shy away in a giggle.
After pointing at the clock and the bathroom, she walked out, leaving Bruce to prepare for work.
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