I realised I made a big mistake in Batgirl Begins. Robin was supposed to be ten and Batgirl was supposed to be six. I'll go back and fix it up, but from now in, Robin will act like an eleven year old, he's still quite small though. Batgirl will now act like a seven year old. She's smaller than Robin, about seven inches. Okay. Sorry. Oh, and Lexi is supposed to be spelt Lexie. Again, Sorry.
Justice: The Party
When Diana met Bruce Wayne, she'd been selected to be the Justice League Representative at the Wayne Enterprises Technology Expo, because the others were busy with various personal activities.
The Expo was to be held at Wayne Labs in Gotham City.
Not knowing what to where, she chose her uniform, hoping it would be okay for the event.
But because she was the only hero of the League to not have a secret identity, she had to go in a formal outfit.
She consulted Hawkgirl, but she had no idea what she should wear.
She didn't want to ask any of the men, because she was sure they would buy her something very inappropriate, well, Flash would, but she wasn't sure about the others.
So, she turned to Batgirl.
"Batgirl?" she said, walking up to the Gal Galore, who was working on some sort of plane in her iPad.
"Yeah, Princess?" she asked, not looking up from the device.
"Do you know what I should wear to the Wayne Enterprises Technology Expo?"
Batgirl's head snapped up. "I can't help you there, Diana," she said, "I prefer shadows to the daylight."
Diana looked defeated as Batgirl spoke.
Batgirl sighed. "I have a friend though, Riki, she'll be able to help you pick something out."
Diana smiled, "thanks, Batgirl."
Diana landed the Javelin in the outskirts of Gotham and got out.
She wore a pair of slacks and a red tank top, her bracelets still on her wrists.
She flew to the café Batgirl said Lexie would be and sat down, ordering an iced mocha.
About ten minutes passed before a black limo pulled up outside the café and an elderly butler stepped out and opened the back door.
A girl of seven got out wearing a white skirt and blue singlet top and thanked the butler, who smiled and murmured a few words to the girl. The girl nodded and walked towards the café.
"Riki?" Diana said.
The girl smiled and held out her hand. On her wrist was a high-tech black watch with a purple stripe. Batman, Robin and Batgirl wore similar watches. Robin's was black and red, Batman's was black and blue, and Batgirl's was exactly the same as Lexie's.
"Riki Shaw-Wayne, Batgirl said you were going to attend the Wayne Technology Expo for the League." She said, her voice was soft and sweet, like one of Diana's sisters back on Themyscira.
Diana nodded, "yes, I've never attended anything like it and have no idea what to wear."
Riki grinned. "My Dad's stylist, Clara, owns a boutique just around the corner, she's constantly complaining about my Dad not having a wife."
"Oh, I'm sorry," Diana said, embarrassed.
"For what?" Riki said, leading her towards the boutique.
"Your mother, is she dead?" Diana murmured.
Riki stopped and looked at her. "My Mother died, and my father tried to kill me, but Bruce was never married, he's my adoptive father. He adopted my big brother, Danny, too, but Danny and I aren't related."
"Oh…" Diana blushed.
Riki pulled her into A Fashion Dream and yelled "Clara! You here?"
A young woman of twenty four strode out wearing the smallest dress Diana had ever seen and enough makeup to provide for thirty supermodels for a year.
"Rachel!" She cried in a think French accent.
Riki flinched and smiled. "Hey, Clara," she gestured to Diana, "this is Diana, she needs a dress for the Wayne Industries Technology Expo. Just put it on Dad's tab."
Clara nodded and stepped over to a rack filled with elegant dresses.
She filed through them until she pulled out a beautiful knee length dress with one mosquito net sleeve with a Greek flower embroidered into the sleeve.
"This will suit you perfectly, Diana," she said, "as long as you do your hair into a high ponytail with a blue hair piece. And black strappy heels."
Diana took the dress and went to make sure it fit her.
She came out wearing her clothes and nodded. "It was like it was made for me."
Riki smirked briefly before pulling out a check book. "How much?"
"1.2 million dollars, Alexandria."
Diana paled, but Riki didn't even blink as she wrote out the check.
"Well, I'll see you at the Expo," she smiled, before stepping out and leaving Diana alone.
At the Expo, Diana was introduced to Bruce Wayne by Senator Walsh, a portly drunk. Well, introduced wouldn't be the right word.
To put it lightly, Walsh tried to grope her breasts, and Bruce Wayne stood between them.
"Go back to the Bar, Senator," Wayne said sternly, Walsh, looking like a kicked puppy, walked away.
"Princess Diana," Bruce murmured, turning to face her.
Her heart nearly stopped when she saw his handsome face, sharp jaw, and kind, but piercing blue eyes; "M…Mr Wayne." She stammered.
Bruce smiled, and nearly took her breath away. "Would you care to dance? Between the two of us, everyone will be seeing green before the end of the night."
She giggled and let him lead her onto the dance floor.
A simple waltz played, and they twirled around the dance floor.
"Is there a Mrs Wayne?" Diana asked after a few moments.
Bruce smiled a sad smile. "There was going to be, a few years back, but she disappeared. There hasn't been a Mrs Wayne since my mother died, sadly."
Diana saw the pain flash in his eyes before disappearing. She'd have to ask Batman about Bruce Wayne when she next saw him.
"Do you have children?"
Bruce grinned, his whole mood lighting up.
"Danny and Riki, Danny is thirteen, and Riki is seven."
Diana realised then who Bruce's children were. "I met Riki today, she bought me this dress, and she spoke about her father and brother."
Bruce smiled, "yes, she told me Batgirl wanted her to help Wonder Woman find a dress for the Expo. And might I say, 1.2 million dollars looks incredible on you."
Diana blushed even deeper. "I'll pay you back, I swear…" Bruce silenced her with an abrupt twirl.
"Don't worry about it, hell, the suit I'm wearing costs more than some small British countries." He grinned.
She stared at his suit and he laughed. "I'm kidding, Princess Diana," he chuckled, "but you don't have to pay me back, and I make five times that much every hour."
Diana smiled. "Please, Bruce, call me Diana. The Princess thing is quite annoying."
Bruce grinned, and Diana's heart gave a great thump.
"I believe this is our third song, Diana," Bruce murmured huskily, "would you like a drink?"
Diana nodded and they walked off the dance floor.
Diana didn't know why she did it, when Bruce turned to face her, she kissed him.
So now the entire league, except the Caped Crusaders, had to attend a Ball held in honour of their first year as a team.
And Diana had to face Bruce again, after kissing him and leaving.
"Joker and Riddler have banded together," Batman said when Flash asked if he was going, "Batgirl and Robin will not attend either, if I need your help, I'll call you."
They all knew how dangerous those two villains were, so no one argued.
Diana wore a long black strapless dress with black heels and her hair loose.
The others wore their costumes, and J'onn stayed up in the tower, not wanting to cause alarm.
They arrived in the Javelin and were met by a sea of reporters.
Diana was torn between Batman and Bruce Wayne, but she never kissed Batman on the lips and left before he could speak.
They made their way into Wayne Manor, and all the guests came over to meet them and suck up.
And then, a small boy with black hair and sharp features emerged and yelled "Alright, back it up!"
They all stopped and walked away, back to their previous conversations.
The boy smiled at the League, "I'm sorry, we didn't expect that to happen," he said, "I'm Danny Wilde, Bruce Wayne's son."
He shook their hands and pointed out where everything was. "Bruce will be down shortly, one of the maids' spilt red wine on his suit and he needed to change."
He scampered off to talk to the CEO of Queen Industries and his adopted son, Jacob Hawke.
Jacob glared at Danny as the genius eleven year old approached them. "Hey, Bird Brains." He growled.
"Legolas," Danny retorted.
Jacob's brown eyes narrowed and he put his hands on his hips, his blonde hair fell in his eyes.
"Don't make me shoot you," he threatened.
Danny scoffed, "I'd run rings around you and your little bow any day, rookie."
Jacob launched himself at Danny, but Oliver grabbed him and held him close to his side. "Behave!" he spat.
Danny smirked and stuffed his hands in his pockets, his eyes glinting smugly. "If I had any hope of not beating the crap out of you, I'd invite you to spar, Slowpoke Rodríguez."
Danny walked away and spotted his sister, Riki, coming down the stairs wearing a strawberry red knee length sleeveless dress with red ballet flats.
"Hey, Rik," he smiled, she gave him a look. Damn, she was so much like Alfred. "Stop tormenting Speedy." She said, "Or I'll kick you into the middle of next week, Bird Brains."
Danny glared at his sister playfully and saw Bruce had come down and was talking to the League.
Now, if only Joker and Riddler didn't make a guest appearance, everything will go perfectly.
Bruce trundled downstairs and saw the League had arrived, and the Javelin was most likely parked on Alfred's prized Petunias.
He put on the most un-Batman-like smile he could manage and approached Superman, who was staring in wonder at the Ice Sculpture of the League in the centre of the punch fountain.
"Mr Wayne," Superman greeted with a smile, "it's an honour to meet you."
Bruce took his hand and shook it. He didn't bother squeezing it; he liked his bones unbroken, on contrary to popular belief.
"No, the honour is mine, Superman," he grinned, "I hope you've been taking care of my Tower." The billionaire playboy chuckled and released Superman's hand.
"Danny is quite a bright boy," Superman observed, "his holo-tech is in the Watchtower, is it not?"
Bruce nodded; he highly doubted the Man of Steel knew what holo-tech was.
"And his engineering keeps it in the sky, but Riki did the architecture," he said, "well, they both are excellent engineers."
He talked with John and Hawkgirl for a few minutes, before coming face to face with Diana.
"Hey," he smiled.
"Hi," she said in a small voice. She was embarrassed, he could tell.
"Would you like to dance?" he murmured, his voice soft, "so maybe I could kiss you tonight."
Diana blushed and took his hand; those calloused fingers sent chills up her spine.
He led her onto the dance floor and smiled.
"How much of my money did Riki spend on your dress tonight?" He said as they twirled.
Diana blushed, regretting wearing the backless black gown she'd bought with the credit card Batman had given her. He would pay it off until she could afford to. Diana doubted she ever would.
"None, Batman payed for it," she said.
Bruce chuckled and dipped her, then brought her up until they're lips almost touched.
"Well, Batman has excellent taste." He winked.
Diana felt hot underneath his intense cobalt gaze.
The song ended and Superman asked if he could dance with Diana next. Bruce reluctantly handed her over to America's biggest Boy Scout and went in search of his children.
All the sidekicks were sitting in front of the big TV in the lounge, watching Pirates of the Caribbean two.
Bruce smiled as he walked in, being as quiet as possible.
"We know you're there, Dad," Riki said suddenly, not looking away from the movie.
Bruce chuckled. "Dinner is about to be served, Alfred has a small table set up in the kitchen with hot chips, soda and nachos if you get hungry."
Kid Flash was up and out of the lounge before Bruce could blink, then was back again with armfuls of food.
Everyone dug in and Bruce laughed. "My kids will get lazy if you stay here any longer, Kid Flash."
KF beamed a cheese filled grin, "okey dokey, Mr Wayne!"
Bruce walked out and went into his study. He checked to make sure no one was following him, and opened the secret passage way to the Cave.
He turned on the security cameras and watched Diana and Superman dance. He had to resist from laughing when the Boy Scout tripped over his cape and fell onto Diana, who then hit him over the head, hard, because he caused a waiter to spill red wine on her dress.
He knew she'd go looking for him and went back up to the Manor.
Diana strode into the nearest room and proceeded to try and dry her dress. This was unfair, why did that damn man have to spill wine on her dress, it was uncomfortable now, and she didn't want to dance with Bruce with her dress soaked.
An old man walked in carrying a cream garment bag and a pair of red stilettos.
He was dressed in a black coat, grey pants, polished black shoes, a grey waist coat, white dress shirt, black tie, and white gloves. His grey eyes were kind and wise, but also haunted. This man had seen war, Diana had seen that look in a World War I soldier when Superman and Flash were teaching her about Man's world, and had visited a War veteran's nursing home in DC.
"Miss Diana," he said, his voice had a British Accent and made her feel all warm and safe, like a grandfather. "Master Superman humbly apologises for his clumsiness and has offered to pay for your dry cleaning." He set down the garment bag and shoes. "these were Mrs Wayne's, I do believe they will fit you."
Diana nodded and reached behind to undo the zipper at the back of the dress, but couldn't reach it.
The man stepped forward and grabbed her wrist. "Let me," he said.
Diana blushed and moved her hand.
The man unzipped her dress and she stepped out of it.
She realised he wasn't looking at her, but was instead unzipping the garment bag, revealing a beautiful crimson dress, it had a reasonable neck line, with beautiful lace, and red silt tumbled to her ankles, on the hip, so tiny you would miss it if you weren't looking directly at it was a little black W.
For Wayne.
"I am Alfred Pennyworth," the man said, "Master Bruce's Butler and former guardian."
He took her black dress and shoes and left, leaving her to get into the dress.
Bruce grinned as he saw Diana walk out of the drawing room, wearing the very dress his mother wore at Wayne Industries' first annual Justice Society of America Honour Party. It was also where his parents met.
He walked up to her and took her hand, leading her onto the dance floor.
They danced until the night ended, and Bruce knew that the next day, he'd tell her his secret.
Cool, huh? I know, cliff hanger, kind of. So, I'm going to let you guys, the REVIEWERS, chose whether I let Bruce tell her, or something bad should happen and he doesn't.
Bye!