Since I have major sunburn, I figured this would be a great time to not workout and type this chapter up with a cold compress on my lower back. Ouch.

Enjoy!

Last night I had a crazy dream
A wish was granted just for me
It could be for anything
I didn't ask for money
Or a mansion in Malibu
I simply wished, for one more day with you
One more day
One more time
One more sunset, maybe I'd be satisfied

A hard knock on his door awoke Bruce Wayne, blinking his eyes twice to clear away the sleep. Wait- why was he in his house? Unless J'onn or Clark had sent him down here, without him knowing it. Knowing Clark's big, fat boy scout heart, it was possible. He made no point to rise, instead rolling over and stuffing his head deeper into Diana's pillow. It no longer smelt of her, but he could still imagine. He could dream, he could believe it was all a stupid, heinous joke. Right? Another knock came.

"Go away," Bruce grumbled. A soft laugh came from behind the closed double doors and his ears picked up on the brass handle turning. He sat up, angrily throwing the pillow down onto his mattress, as the door opened.

"Do you not understand what 'go away' means?" He hissed, venom practically leaping out from his mouth.

"Now, is that any way to talk to a princess?" Diana slid through the doors and gently closed them behind her. Bruce swallowed his next insult down his throat, watching as she crossed the room to sit on the bed. "Are you okay?" She questioned, moving forward to lay a hand on his leg, which shot up and out of her reach.

"You- you're here," He wheezed, running a clammy hand across his face.

"Yes. That would… be apparent," She pushed back a string of hair and leaned forward, "Is everything all right?"

It's all right, Bruce, it's all right, her voice rang inside his head from last night. But if last night she… died then why- why was she…?

"No, no I'm not," He flung the covers off and rushed out into the hallway, flinging himself down the stairs and into the kitchen. Alfred glanced up, an eyebrow raised at Bruce's sudden appearance.

"Master Wayne, your meeting isn't for another two ho-"

"I know, Alfred. I was just wondering if you would like to tell me what the hell is going on?" Bruce slammed his fist down onto the counter as Diana pushed open the swinging door, "And what the hell is this?!"

"Well, Master Wayne, I believe that is Miss Diana," Alfred explained, watching with curiosity as Bruce took a seat at the kitchen table.

"No, no, no. You're not comprehending what I'm asking. I want to know what's going on."

"I'm not sure I understand what you mean, Sir," Alfred placed his spatula down and picked up a cup of coffee, setting it down in front of Bruce, "Here. Drink this." Bruce did not object, merely guzzling down the beverage and watching Diana's figure as she took the seat across from him. He debated on whether or not describing it all as she stared at him. This was a joke. There was no possible way it had been a dream- or a nightmare. This person sitting in front of him wasn't his Diana.

"What's today's date?" He questioned suddenly and rose to look switch on the kitchen's mini-television. Matt Lauer's face sprang into the screen and Bruce quickly scanned the tiny box in the left corner. It was yesterday's date- which meant yesterday was today? Surely, if this had been some giant cover-up, a gag, the person pulling the strings wouldn't have enough power to change the date on NBC's Today Show. "This isn't possible. None of this is possible," He quickly turned to Diana, "You shouldn't be, either."

"Bruce, what on earth are you saying?" She placed her hand on his shoulder, running it up and down his arm. The same way she had yesterday- or maybe in his nightmare. Yes, that was it. His nightmare. It made plenty of sense and at the same time, it didn't.

"I must have had a terrible dream last night. The Joker- well, never mind. There's nothing to do now but forget it, right?" The corner of his mouth quirked up and he kissed her hard on the lips, reveling in the fact she was alive. She gasped as he pushed her against the island, his fingers laced in her hair. Alfred left with a puzzled expression, hurrying to the laundry room to begin ironing.

"What was that for?" Diana asked, breathless after the kiss had ended.

"Do I always have to have a reason to kiss the most gorgeous woman on Earth?" He smirked and moved over to grab another cup of coffee, before making his way upstairs. Diana contemplated his actions from earlier, her fingers dancing across her lips, until she realized the time and hurried to the Watchtower.

Later…

"As you can see from our calculations, the stock we have in Exxon Mobil has fallen from the original two point five percent to a low one point seven percent. The only way to pull ourselves out with no charges would be to slip the money out and invest in-" Timothy Jones, Wayne Enterprises' financial assistant, looked up from the charts and cleared his throat as the ring of a cell phone erupted. Bruce glanced up from his folder- truly, he had been dozing- and flipped out his phone, excusing himself before taking the call in the hallway.

"What's wrong? What happened?"

"Bruce, calm down," Diana chuckled, "I know you're busy- as am I. Before I get stuck in this meeting, I just thought I would call you and thank you."

"Thank me for what?"

"Ha, ha. For the diamond earrings, of course."

"Wait, what are you-"

"Oh, sorry. I've gotta run. I'll call you later, okay? Bye," She snapped the phone shut and pressed the power button, slipping into the conference room just in time. Bruce cursed, his fingers punching in her number as fast as they could, only to meet her voicemail.

"Damn it," He cursed again, shoving his phone into his jacket, before rejoining the meeting.

"Miss Prince, I presume?" Fox grinned, Bruce sliding back into his seat and motioned Timothy to continue.

"Wanted to thank me for some new diamond earrings."

"Well, how thoughtful. I thought you said she wasn't a material girl?" Bruce met his gaze.

"She's not. They're not from me." Fox raised his eyebrows, his lips forming into a straight line.

"Who would give your girl diamonds? Is there anybody that crazy out there?" Bruce nodded, flipping through the papers just to keep from wringing his hands.

"Apparently, yes."

After the meeting, Bruce made his rounds around Gotham, tending to whatever business emergency arose within his company. He knew Diana's conferences could last quite long- once, a lady from Zimbabwe had chattered on for five hours. He didn't see how Diana had put up with it, but then again, he didn't own her patience. Or any, for that matter. As soon as he arrived back at the mansion, Alfred was at the door, announcing the latest crime.

"Miss Ivy has Mayor Lieberman in his office."

"Why do you always refer to the criminals with respect?" Bruce muttered before winding back the clock and stepping through. Alfred chose to ignore the partial insult and continued with what information he had.

"News station said that she's got some new poisonous plant. It sprays out some type of chemical, supposed to make you fall asleep." Bruce grunted, grabbing a gas mask before hopping into the Bat Mobile, speeding away as Alfred sipped on his cup of Earl Grey tea and ascended the stairs of the cave.

I didn't read through this one, so if there's any mistakes, I apologize.

Like the last chapter, all questions will be explained in the next chapter.

And yes, if you've seen the movie "If Only", this story is based lightly on it. Truly, it gave me a bit of inspiration, but I have my own twist.

:)

Song: One More Day with You by Diamond Rio

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