This Little Piggy
"… gotten to me through her."
The gargoyle crumbles beneath her fingers. Her eyes are dark and challenging.
"Next?"
Bruce struggles not to smile. He'd wondered how she would react, should have known she would not be shunted aside by excuses. He's no fool, he knows that his words are just that. Still, he knows that any kind of relationship with him will be no picnic, whether it is friendship or something more.
The alarm goes off and he leaps from the building. She mutters behind him, "Saved by the bell."
He smirks.
School will be out soon, Princess. Patience.
Strains of melody play just as they finish their meal. Diana looks up from the lovely dessert.
Bruce smiles mysteriously and holds out his hand. She takes it. She was relieved when he asked her to come back to Gotham after Circe returned her to her true form. She hadn't felt like being alone.
He twirls her around in front of the fireplace, and pulls her close. Diana thinks her mother might disapprove of her daughter all but melting in a man's arms, but she doesn't care. He's wonderful.
A voice begins to sing. "Am I blue? Am I blue?"
Circe watches the two of them dance, then turns away. This whole episode hadn't been inconvenient. She smirks. Even after millennia of being stuck in Tartarus, she's still utterly brilliant.
"Are you satisfied, darling?" she asks. "Can I consider the debt paid?"
"Oh, I suppose, dear. Though, you should be glad no harm came to Diana. Were you trying to go back to Hades' tender mercies? Athena and Artemis were furious."
Circe rolls her eyes. "Those two? Please!" She laughs. "Really, Aphrodite, I never knew you were this sneaky."
The goddess of love smiles grimly. "I've had to change too."