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A to Z, an Anthology
Quandary
Bruce was not an indecisive man. He made decisions daily that affected countless lives, both as the head of an enormous corporation and as Batman. Making snap judgments in precarious situations did not make him cave under pressure.
This situation, though, was different. The choice he faced did not affect the lives of thousands, if not millions, it affected his personal life and the peace of Wayne Manor. If he made the wrong decision, Bruce had no doubt that the entire household would be thrown into an uproar. So he had to choose wisely. His life was hectic enough, he had no wish to add more chaos to it.
"Bruce?"
He turned. Diana stood a few feet away, her hands resting securely on a shopping cart, which was full of various items, from paint brushes and rollers to a pack of stencils.
She eyed him curiously. "Have you chosen a color yet?" she asked.
Bruce opened his mouth to reply, but he knew that he hadn't. He'd narrowed it down to two colors, but he still didn't know which he should go with. He eyed her for a moment, and then pointed to the colors. "What do you think?" he asked her. "Fire engine red, or summer sky blue?"
Diana stared at him, surprised, and then to the paint that sat on the shelf in front of them. "They're both very… forceful colors," she pointed out after a moment. "It would be a bit much to use just one for everything. How about we get a little of both?"
Bruce looked at the paint, and then nodded. "That will work," he agreed. He grabbed one of off of the shelf and put them into the cart, satisfied. He had Diana's agreement on the colors, so if Alfred didn't like the colors, Bruce could just point the older man in her direction.
Though why they were making such a big deal over the colors to paint the nursery, Bruce wasn't completely sure. The old colors had suited him just fine. Still, Diana had insisted that their son would enjoy a newly-painted room when he was born. Alfred had agreed with her, and so to preserve the peace of the Manor, Bruce had consented to it as well. Which was why he and Diana were here, at Home Depot, and he had a feeling they'd be back again once the nursery was painted. Diana had seen numerous other things when they'd first come in that she wanted to look at more closely.
Bruce sighed. He hated shopping, unless it was related to his nightly activities, but after two years of marriage, he knew better than to complain too much. Diana had as little patience for whining as he did under normal circumstances. At five months along, her patience was even thinner.
"Good," she said, "shall we go? Oh, and can we stop on the way home and get me a sandwich? I'm starving."
"Whatever you want, Princess."
Quandary: n. dilemma; state of uncertainty.