Author's Note: I'm just going to come out and say it; I have nothing to say in this chapter. I'm not sure where the story is going at the moment, but I want to post something. I'm thinking that I might just skip the rest of the honeymoon, just because I don't know how to fill the rest of it. I kind of just threw it in as an afterthought (alright... They're married... Now what?). It ended up yielding a plot device. Go figure. I still haven't decided what that thing that attacked Batman is going to end up being, and it's not too late to offer input!

Anyway... Not much to say here. I'm a bit tired, and not terribly motivated, so I'll just take the easy way out and write another chapter of fluffy mush. Sounds kind of gross when you put it that way. But then again... It is kind of gross (EWWW! COOTIES!) And you may notice how slowly the story is moving; so far, the entire plot has taken place in about three days. Just putting that in perspective. So... In the minute that it took to write this note, I've developed an idea. I think that I'll mirror the last chapter to give a bit more insight into the minds of the characters, seeing as the "more fluff" poll ended with a mind boggling tally of one for, none against. Come on guys... You can do better than that.

Bruce and Diana spent the rest of the day unpacking their things and relaxing. As they cuddled to watch a movie, Diana noticed some of the scratches and bruises that covered his arms.

"Bruce... What happened to you?"

"Monsters and robot suits. You know how it goes."

"No... Because I generally avoid being hit."

Bruce decided not to admit that most of the bruises were the self-inflicted results of combat rolls on chipped and uneven asphalt ground.

"Sometimes you just have to take a hit."

She stood up. "Take off the shirt."

"It's nothing. Don't worry. I feel fine."

"Then do it."

Bruce reluctantly pulled of his shirt. The sight amazed Diana. While his chest was relatively unharmed, his sides, back, and arms were covered in fresh scratches and bruises, adding to his already impressive collection of scars. But as horrifying and gruesome as the sight was, she had to admit that it was a bit of a turn-on for her; the marks were an indication of his warriors spirit. They showed that he was willing to put his body and life on the line in mortal combat to defend others. But he had a true sense of honor; he would never kill a defeated opponent, no matter how vile and despicable they were.

Since her emergence into man's world, she'd never met another with a warrior's soul that so closely matched her own. While the others in the Justice League were brave, Batman was a special case. He was one of the few without any special abilities. Having know Superman for years, Diana knew that he was a great man who always had good intentions in mind, but she doubted that he would never have left his farm if it weren't for his powers. Almost of the others in the Justice League had been given a gift, and used it for admirable purposes. But Batman had no such abilities to speak of. He was smart and resourceful, but that was required for the Justice League. He went far above the call of duty; he could have easily lived out his days on his trust fund, but he was motivated by something else; the desire to combat injustice. His hatred of crime was so strong that he'd joined the fight against it by donning a mask and matching up against supercriminals. Whereas most men in his position would have been terrified to the point of soiling themselves by any of Batman's enemies, he repeatedly spat in their faces. She loved his valiant spirit, but still... Her growing maternal side wondered if he really had to beat himself up so much.

Diana sighed as she looked over the wounds. "Bruce... What am I going to do with you?"

"It's nothing that I haven't dealt with before. I'll be fi-YIOW."

Diana suddenly poked one of the bruises; gently, but still enough to make him jump in pain and surprise. Diana frowned at him. "That's what I thought. I'll go get the antiseptic..."

Fortunately, she'd seen this coming a mile away, and thought to pack a wide array of antibiotic ointments and creams. He winced as she began to rub the ointment into the wounds.

"Really, this is completely unnecessary. I've had worse than this."

"And it's a miracle that you're still alive. I may not be able to go out there and fight myself..." She paused for a moment to vigorously rub the ointment into one of the nastier cuts. "But I can still make sure that you're not trying to hard to get yourself killed."

"I've got everything under control."

"How many times have I heard that before? You can't have everything under control, Bruce. Because there's too much to control. I admire you for trying, but you should know by now that there are some things that even you can't do. Now stop squirming. If these get infected, it'll be really nasty."

Bruce frowned, but obliged. He could feel the hormones driving her. She'd become a bit possessive as of late. Not that he minded; he hadn't had a mother-figure in a long time, and it felt nice to have somebody trying to take care of him for once. Although he had noticed some changes in her as of late that he wasn't crazy about (the most notable of which was the inability to look at baby shoes without gasping and squealing about how cute they were). Of course this train of thought led once again to the thought of his looming fatherhood.

Diana saw Bruce's face grow pale, and seemed to read his mind. "Bruce, don't worry. You have months to get ready. We can schedule an appointment to find out the gender as soon as we get home, alright?"

Bruce nodded absentmindedly, and Diana rolled her eyes. "That reminds me, Bruce; we have to go to visit my mother soon."

This snapped Bruce back to attention? "What? Why?"

"She just wants to give us her blessing. And I think that she's anxious to meet you again. Please... Just try to be nice."

Bruce grunted and returned to staring out into space. Babies and in-laws; two battles that he'd been sure that the Batman would never have to face. Now he knew why he'd always insisted on working alone.

Author's Note: Alright, there's some decent character analysis here, so I'll let it slide, I guess. Tell me if you want me to continue to write the honeymoon sequence for a couple more chapters; I don't mind, but it could slow the plot down a bit, and most of the chapters would probably be in the same vein as this one and the last one. But I'm an open minded kind of guy, and I'll give it a shot if you guys wanna hear it.

lsjgf- I sent the message; I'm assuming that blocked out the email address as a way to filter spam. Not that it really worked, but oh well.