A/N: hello everyone. I noticed that my gaps between sections hasn't been coming up on the website. So now, I'll be using "XXXXXXXX" to show it's a new something.

It had been a day since Diana came to my house and talked to me. Since that talk, I had no interactions with any of the League. I was busy in the Batcave.

Gotham had been quiet once more, so I planned to use this time effectively. I spent the time attempting to invent a capsule that gave the particles in the air energy. The idea was, if I used the capsule, the particles would accelerate more, leaving a certain area, not allowing Mr Freeze's gun blast to travel anywhere. It had no particles in the path to go with. It was meant to be a easy way to counter him, by throwing it near his weapons. However I had to put a halt to this, for multiple reasons. First of all, I wouldn't know the area of effect, meaning many particles in the area would be pushed, making the area we'd fight in a non-breathing space. That's not useful. Whilst I could breath through a air capsule, I don't want to kill them. Secondly, I wouldn't know the duration of the acceleration. As the resultant acceleration would always be zero, it would be hard to determine. I don't want to be carrying round more equipment to see whether particles are in the area, that's just a waste of time.

A/N: ONLY READ IF YOU'RE QUESTIONING THE ACCELERATION PART. the resultant would be zero because Acceleration is a vector. Meaning it's based on change in speed and direction. To understand this, if you're at point A & you go towards point B, you'll have acceleration N. if you go away from Point B, with the same Acceleration, you'll have -N, because the direction is wrong. So as there's accelerations round a sphere based area of effect (world is 3D), the positive Accelerations would cancel out with the Negative accelerations. Sorry if this has hurt your head. This is some Physics, I'd thought to incorporate it in as Bruce is an intellectual, hence the use of Physics.

So the night of planning lead to nothing. One night isn't enough to invent something anyway, it's too optimistic to think it is.

After realising that my idea wouldn't work, I headed upstairs to get some sleep.

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"Sir ,your… - Sir? Sir are you awake?" Alfred howled, standing at the side of my bed, looking down upon me.

"I… I am now. What do you want old man?" I asked, very annoyed he'd woken me up in my sleep. I get little of it, so it's annoying when it's taken from me via external reasoning.

"As kind as ever I see. Your meeting with the League is in the next forty minutes. I'm not a Mathematician, but I can say, based on experience, that you will be late if you don't get up and get ready right now." Alfred shouted, waking me up properly as a result. My eyes opening more and more with each syllable he said.

"Fine. Find some underwear for me for when I get out the shower." I demand, getting up and out my head. I through the cover away from me, knowing Alfred will do my bed later on in the day.

"A shower? Sir with your… habits in the shower, you'll definitely be late" Alfred said, a smirk and raised eyebrow placed on his face.

"Very funny. It's just a quick wash. I smell horrible." I tell him.

"You don't need to tell me twice Sir. It better be quick, or I'll throw you to the ground myself." He warned me.

"Pfft, ok then." I say, closing the en suite door, getting into the shower.

Regardless, I would be late anyway. I despised these meetings, and had no reason to get there on time.

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"When will Bats arrive on time?" Dinah asked, looking at her nails. She wasn't impressed with his lateness. A man as organised and anal as him, wouldn't be late, unless he decided to himself.

"It's week thirteen now, give or take." Hal resounded, creating a calendar construct in his palm. Though it wasn't useful, it added to what he was saying.

"He is a part-timer, who runs a Billion Dollar company by day, and runs through city by night. He's only human, and gets minimal sleep consistently. With his OCD to be prepared with everything, you can't expect him to be perfect with this." Clark said, defending his best friend in absence. Even he was questioning in his head what was going on with Bruce. Recently he'd become an even greater mystery.

Dinah just sighed, which was followed by complete silence. They waited patiently for his arrival. After fifteen minutes, it finally came.

"Good morning Batman." Martian said, as Batman turned the corner into the room. He was returned with a grunt from the caped crusader. Batman then walked around, and sat into his chair.

"Let's begin." Superman said, clapping his hands, causing a slight sound wave to escape. He turned away from the table full of heroes, and looked at the board behind him.

"Why did we decide to do this so early in the morning? It's stupid" Batman spat out, not in a good mood. He went to bed at 4:30am and the meeting was at 8:00am. Needless to say Bruce's sleep wasn't the most consistent, but he could of had a lie in.

"Here's the Bruce we all know." Flash said, chuckling at his comment.

"You're not the only one irritated by this timing. Suck it up Bruce." Dinah spat back, not in the greatest of moods either.

"Live my life, then come back to me and say that." Bruce responded, looking at her straight in the eyes. The stare he gave her was… scary. Even Dinah was questioning whether she should apologise for her comments, but thought better of it. Instead, she decided to joust with him.

"I'd rather listen to audio of myself screaming for three days straight then live your pathetic life." She responded. Oliver's eyes practically popping out of his mask. Bruce raised the corner of his lips. This was seen by Oliver. He knew what was about to happen to his love, but couldn't do anything really to stop it. Besides, that's what best friends do.

"Or better yet, continue living your life, trying to tell yourself every day that you're more than just 'Green Arrow's girlfriend' – regardless of how the rest of us see you." He replied. Oliver and Dinah knew he was holding back for some reason. They couldn't place their finger(s) on why though.

"Ok that's enough you two. We have topics to discuss, and not a lot of time to do it. So let's crack on with it, together." Clark said. 'Of course he's playing the angel of the group' Bruce thought to himself. 'He's just doing his job' Martian replied telepathically. Bruce turned lightly at Martian, who had a slight smile, for a brief moment.

Meanwhile, Diana sat back and took it all in. She enjoyed not being involved for once. And preferred being on the good side of Bruce. Even she didn't really know what the current situation was between her and Bruce, but did she ever? It was a 'nothing new there' situation, she found herself in once more.

"Seriously, I'm not in the mood for this today. I have things to do." Bruce said, once more trying to get his way out. He truly found these torturous.

"Like what? Making more gadgets? Don't you already have enough?" Shayera asked this time. Now she had had enough of him.

"It's more about using my brain. Something you've never done before evidently." Was the response she got from him.

Shayera simply breathed in loudly, then placing her mace on the table.

"Huh" was the response he gave. Clearly not impressed by her laughable attempts to intimidate him.

Clark just looked up into the air, or rather at the ceiling. With his hands on his waist, he truly questioned why he bothers sometimes.

"Now Bruce there's no need to be angry at us" Hal intervened. Hal did not like how he was.

"Is it annoy Bruce day today? Or is it just a habit you lot have ingrained into yourselves?" Bruce said, keeping his posture as straight and neutral as possible.

"You're the one who annoys people Bruce. Your attitude to this team in general is disgusting. You have no time for us, and you don't exactly try to find it." Hal said, defending his teammates.

"Ok then. I'll send you a bill of 894 million dollars to cover the majority of expenses of this Watchtower, then when you pay that, you can question my involvement of this group. You've done nothing that Matches that. So I think I'm allowed a bit of rebelliousness, considering I'm the one who always sorts the team out. I'm the one who always pays for any damages caused. I'm the one who sets up anything people want. What do you do again? Oh right you come to team meetings. I see. I guess I'll try to be more involved in the future then…"

The room was silent. Hal's mouth was open with shock. No one said anything, and no one wanted to. Bruce wasn't a morning guy, and this proved it. Silence fell on the room for a few minutes. It was thick, and chocked everyone in the room. Eventually Diana made a move.

"Bruce, you're clearly slightly irritated right now. How about I get you some coffee? I know you're not used to the mornings like this, it's the least I can do." She offered.

"No it's fine Diana. You don't need to run about for me. I'll make it myself. Thank you anyway." And with that, Bruce got up, and left. Presumably to make himself his addiction.

With Bruce gone, everyone looked around at each other. "What's got into him?" Flash asked, worried about the bats.

"I was phoned by Alfred. Bruce spent all night pushing his mind over some new invention, which didn't come through. He wasn't able to get much sleep at all." Diana replied, letting everyone know.

"Thanks for the heads up" Oliver said jokingly. He knew she couldn't if said it while he was here.

Moments later, Bruce returned. A coffee in hand, he sat down and placed it on the table. "I'm sorry about that everyone. Continue Clark."

While people were suspicious, they knew to take it. Bruce rarely apologised.

And with that, the meeting finally begun.

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With the meeting finally complete, people started to exit the room and return to their rooms. Bruce was the first to leave. Diana was questioning of him though. For someone so busy, why did he go to his room? She decided the best way to get an answer was to find out herself.

She walked to his room, and entered in his password, and slowly opened the door. She held it herself, so she could control the speed it moved. What she saw, was unexpected. It was a Batman, lying on top of his bed, asleep. Hera was the first thought in Diana's mind. She'd never expected to see Batman asleep. Bruce? Yes. Batman? No.

She moved more into the room. She decided it was best to hover, so footsteps wouldn't occur. When she got to him, she hovered beside him, looking down. She decided to finally touch the ground, but so subtly that he wouldn't of noticed. She sat next to him, looking at him.

This man was a mystery. She thought she'd cracked him, and understood him. But she was wrong. An enigma was an understatement. She couldn't determine their situation. She was confused. She wanted more. Needed more. But her teachings and previous rejections caused hesitation in her. Hesitation wasn't something common in the warrior. But she wasn't a lover, she was a warrior. Hesitation was bound to happen in the areas of unknown.

She saw Batman's arm dangling from the bed, and decided to lift it, to try and add comfort to him. This resulted in him waggling his arm briefly, before ending up landing on her thigh. Her legs were crossed, so his hand hit the top leg (left thigh). Diana slightly pulled away, not being used to that kind of contact. But she quickly recuperated, and let it rest. She was anxious, and flushes of heat waves started running through her body. She knew he didn't know what he was doing. She knew he'd never do something like that on the tower, whilst in his current attire. But it still had an effect on her.

She placed her hand in his, and held it. She wanted him. But she just questioned everything. She wanted him to be comfortable with it. But she knew that would be a lot to ask from him.

She felt a tug from him, and noticed his eyes slowly opening. "Shh shh shh, it's ok Bruce. Go back to sleep, get some rest." She said to him.

He pulled her arm, causing her to raise off her chair. He then grabbed her back with his other arm and threw her over himself onto the other side of his king sized bed. She was not resting in his arms, looking face to face.

He was back asleep, not showing anything to suggest otherwise. Diana on the other hand was going crazy. All the sirens in her head going off, she was going read all over. He had one arm in between her waist and the bed, and the other arm resting over the top of her waist. The second arm had his hand push into her lower back, moving them very closely together.

He had his armour on, yet it felt nice. Soft and tender, like skin. A bit too much. She begun questioning the scenario she was in. Why would he briefly have strength to do that, then fall back into his nap? Why was he napping anyway? She started to panic.

That's when she woke up.

She raised her head slowly. It was tucked in her arms, which rested on the meeting table. The light in the room caused her to squint.

"Afternoon sleepy head" Kal said quietly. "You slept through the meeting. Bruce insisted we do it another time, in case we woke you. But we decided to continue, as you'd be annoyed we changed for you." He said, raising his voice slightly more now that she had time to wake up.

"Eh wh… oh I see… huuuuaaaaahhhhh." Diana said, yawning at the end. She was tired. With the emotional tug of war in her head and heart, she too had restless nights.

"Dream or nightmare?" Clark asked.

Diana took a whole to respond. She looked down at the table, scratching her head, before answering: "I think both?"

The door to the room opened, a bat walking into it. "Clark I said to let her get some re…" before realising Diana had woken up "…Princess." He said nodding to her, a sign of respect and awareness.

Bruce saw Diana. Her eyes slightly sleepy still, with her hair slightly messy and unorganised from the rest. He swore his heart overloaded there and then. He had managed to contain the flow of electricity rushing through his body, but it was noticed by Clark. Who started smiling. Diana however missed it, as her vision wasn't full clear yet

"I Have a story to finish up, I'll see you two around." And with that, he quickly left the room.

Bruce and Diana looked at each other. Both not wanting to look away. Both not wanting to give in. Both now seeing it as a sort of competition. Diana had fully adjusted to waking up, and was now functioning normally again. She eventually tried to defuse it, after fifteen seconds of staring. "I know I look like a mess, there's no need to stare."

"From my view, I only see perfection." He said quietly and quickly. Diana picked up on it and started to blush, but didn't press on it. She notice he started to tighten as soon as he said it. She was slightly at shock, so Bruce spoke again: "sorry. I ergh didn't get much sleep. I haven't woken up myself yet." He said, clearing his throat at the end. The conversation became quick, and more instinctive.

Diana smiled: "I like the more openly honest you."

Bruce bit his jaw: "if you knew some of the things I thought, you'd be saying otherwise."

Diana slightly twitched her head: "prove it."

His jaw clenched more: "now is not the time."

Diana closed her eyes slightly: "or the place? Or is the scenery perfect too?"

Bruce replied quickly: "only a certain part of my view is perfect." Instantly he heavily bit his jaw and tilted his head. He knew where this was going, and he knew it couldn't, not now.

Diana noticed: "it's ok Bruce. I promise you." She said, getting up off her seat, moving towards him with her hand reached out.

Bruce didn't take it, but just looked at it: "Diana If it was up to me-"

'Diana if it was up to me-'

That quote. She's heard it before, in that tone. That exact tone. That quote which brought her pain. A lot of pain. It's…it's…what he said to her on that night.

Diana closes her eyes, as vivid memories attack her. Memories of it all flooding back into her mind. The teasing. The kissing. The…ripped dress.

Without a second longer, she walks past him and leaves, saying sorry to him and she passes. She abruptly leaves the Watchtower.

After twenty five minutes, sitting at his computer desk in the cave, It finally clicks in his head.

'She remembers.'