Diana stared in awe at the bloody mess that Bruce had dropped on the lawn in front of her. "Bruce... What the hell is that thing?"

"Erm... Look, Diana, I can explain-"

"Oh, you'd better be able to explain this. I'm listening."

"This thing wiped out an entire city block in minutes- for no reason at all."

Diana rolled her eyes. "Bruce... It's a giant monster. It's what they do. Haven't you ever seen a monster movie?"

"Fine. But where did it come from? This whole situation smells."

"Tell me about it." She said, wrinkling her nose. "Did you really have to bring it here?"

"I need to get a closer look at it's physiology. I had to get it away from the scene before the authorities came and seized the corpse. Clark will be coming by to pick it up soon. I'm sorry, there was no-

"Don't be sorry, Bruce. I understand. I'm not expecting you to change. I should have known that this wouldn't be a peaceful honeymoon. But it's okay. I would have done the same thing if I were in your shoes. Let's just try to put this behind us."

"Agreed." Bruce said, thinking about everything that had gone wrong in the last few hours. Between gruesome murder scenes, giant monsters, and Tony Stark, he was more than ready to take a little downtime.

They waited about half an hour until Superman arrived. He touched down lightly in front of them. He gave a disgusted look at the mangled body.

"Geez, Bruce. What have you been up to?"

"Doing your job."

"Point taken."

"I need you get this back to the Watchtower. Keep it frozen. I want it to be fresh when I can get around to doing a dissection."

Superman gave him a strange look. "Only you, Bruce. Fine." He called the Watchtower, and requested that the Justice League send a Javelin to his location. He looked back at Bruce and Diana awkwardly.

"So... Hows the honeymoon going?"

"Excellent, as I'm sure you can see." Diana said sarcastically, lightly tapping the monster's corpse with her foot.

Bruce chipped in; "Ignore her Clark. She's a bit upset that she couldn't go fight too."

Superman glanced between the two of them. "I'm glad to hear that it's going well..."

Bruce turned to face him again. "Did you ever figure out what was jamming the teleporter and communication signals?"

"Not really. I kind of just started to clear up when you beat... That thing. We now have full communications, but J'onn is uneasy about using the teleporters right now. Not that I blame him at all. Not a lot of room for error there."

Bruce looked at the monster corpse. He definitely needed a closer look.

Diana and Superman made conversation while they waited for the Javelin to arrive; Bruce elected to avoid pleasantries under the guise of taking a closer look at the beast. All that he could gather from an initial look without any equipment was that it would be a difficult autopsy, thanks to the giant hole that Ironman had left. The organs were left mangled by the impact.

When Superman's jet arrived, he bade Bruce and Diana goodbye, wishing them the best of luck. He picked up the body with one hand, and used the other to give them a friendly wave before loading the corpse and departing.

Diana turned to Bruce. "So... Where were we?"

"Unpacking."

"Really? That's all? Well... I guess we'll have to wait until tomorrow to finish that... I'm exhausted."

"You're exhausted?"

"Oh, shut up!" She said, shoving him playfully.

Bruce was troubled as he got into bed. He couldn't help but feel that that monster had had him in it's sights. This was troubling; if he was right, it meant that whoever had sent the monster was tracking him- not Batman, but Bruce Wayne. Even more troubling was the fact that this meant that Diana was in danger; if somebody knew that he was Batman, than that would mean that they could target Diana, who was particularly vulnerable in her current state. He began to wonder if he was getting sloppy. Tony Stark had figured out his secret identity... But, as immature as Stark was, he was still a genius, and a longtime associate of Bruce Wayne. It was bad enough that he'd been discovered by Catwoman... But Stark was a completely different matter. Bruce knew that Selina could keep a secret, whereas Tony had announced his secret identity during an interview that was being broadcast on several news stations, despite having a government-backed alibi. Clearly this was an issue.

Diana saw the troubled look on his face the way that only she could. She reached over and rubbed his chest.

"What's wrong?"

Bruce didn't want to worry her, but if they were in danger, it would be important for her to know.

"I think that thing was after me."

"And why would you think that?"

"It showed up at the same time we did. And about the same time, too."

"It's probably just a coincidence. But that's right... The Batman doesn't believe in coincidences."

"There's no way that it's a coincidence. The monster shows up the same day that we do, at the same time. Meanwhile, the area completely loses it's communications so the League can't send anybody else in. Not to mention the warning from Ra's al Ghul."

"So you're saying that you think our honeymoon is being sabotaged by aliens? Get some sleep, Bruce. We can worry about it later." She kissed him on the cheek, and his worries almost vanished. She was probably right. He just was jumping to conclusions. But there was still that voice in the back of his head that was always nagging at him, telling him not to settle in, because things were about to go horribly wrong.

Diana saw that he was still worried, and tried to take his mind off his worries. "I think that we should take tomorrow to settle in. Get to know the place. There'll be plenty of time to tour later. Does that sound alright?"

He nodded absentmindedly.

"Bruce, listen to me. You have to let this go. Worrying won't do you any good. Just let it go for a little while. I'm sure that you'll find your answers eventually."

Bruce knew that she was right. He didn't have enough information to crack the riddle, so he would just have to wait for more, and hope that he was wrong in the meantime. He realized that he had no idea how he'd lived for so long without her. Or anybody for that matter. For many years, he'd had nobody to confide in except for Alfred. But things had changed, and that worried him. He realized that he would never be able to go back to the darkness that he'd come from. He was terrified of losing her; the thought of being pushed back into the darkness was enough to make his blood run cold. He reached out and pulled her close to him, and held her tightly. She smiled, and wrapped and arm around his chest, and began to soothingly stroke his back as they fell asleep.

Author's Note: I think that I'm finally getting into the right frame of mind to write this story; by which I mean that it's beginning to pervade my dreams. With a story like my last one, I'd probably say that was a bad thing, but with a huge story like this one, I want to put as much thought in as possible. I'm still looking for somebody to discuss ideas with, but I'm beginning to get the feeling that that might not happen, so I've got a new plan. For now, I'm just going to write out the strangest, and most unpredictable (despite being completely cliched) ideas. However, I may end up reposting the story and taking it in a different direction at a later date. But I'll just focus on the first idea that I came up with for now.

I'm not sure when the next update will be. I really had to bust my ass to get this one up tonight, and I can't say when the next one will be up. I'm going to say that I'll definitely be able to post again on Monday for now, although that could easily change. Hopefully I won't be too tired to write after work tomorrow and Sunday, but we'll see. My schedule for next week might be a problem too, but I hope that that won't prevent me from updating Monday. And after next week... School starts. But that means that I won't have to work on weekdays, and I have a light course load this semester. I mean really light. It's looking like intro to guitar might be the toughest, and I've been playing guitar for a year already. So expect some pretty frequent updates. Damn. This note was supposed to be short. Damn my writer's spirit.