Chapter 4

One Busy Night

"I'm a fool not to confess the truth that I love her. She's an immortal goddess and I'm just a moral, made of flesh and blood. I have to force myself to believe that Diana and I aren't made for each other. I have to tell her the truth."

Batman was perched on the edge of a tower; his cape was hanging down as he gazed at his city. "But what is the truth?" He asked himself. "Do I love Diana or is this just a phase I'm going through. I need someone to talk too…" He stood up, removed the grappling gun from the golden holster from his belt. Shot the wire to the roof top which was adjacent and swung his body into the air, letting the cool wind bit his chin.

Doctor Leslie Thompkins was sitting in her wing back chair enjoying a room of tea while looking through a scrap book of news paper clippings that involved the Thomas and Martha Wayne murder; she looked down at the black and white image of her cradling Bruce in her arms as he looked at the bodies of his parents.

A shadow hit the wall as a dark figure entered the room. "Who's there?" The old woman asked in a stern voice as she flicked on the reading lamp.

"Leslie, it's me," Batman said in raspy tone. He moved closer to where she was sitting.

"Bruce, I always enjoy your company, so tell me what's bothering you?"

"How did she know," He thought as he moved to the window. "I don't know how to put this Leslie but I'm in trouble."

"Trouble Bruce, what kind of trouble?" She asked placing the cup down and grabbing her medical bag that was on the desk. "You're not sick or you, because if you are, I warned you about staying out in the rain without proper protection."

"No, Leslie, it's not that kind of trouble, it's more inner."

"Oh, you have come to reconcile with me about your thoughts,"

Batman removed the cowl, revealing a messy haired Bruce Wayne with smeared camouflage makeup around his eyes. "Leslie, I am love with a woman but I am afraid to tell her my feeling about her, because if my enemies found out that Batman had a love in his life they would not rest until they have gotten to me by using her. That is a risk I will not take again Leslie. "

Leslie placed her firmed hand on his shoulder. "Bruce, if you keep all this inside of you it will make you sick. You have to tell this woman the truth, it's the going way you can release the burden that is wedge in your heart. If you love her, than tell her."

Bruce pulled on the cowl over his head and slipped through the window. "Thanks for listening." He growled and crawled down the fire escape, jumped down and landed on a dumpster and then onto the pavement. Leslie watched for the window above and gave him a wave.

In her hotel room Diana was practicing combat training techniques, using her sharp bladed sword that had severed a purpose when she was involved with many battles. She drew her sword to the mirror and prepared to engage for a quick draw attack. She took a breath releasing the tension, relaxing her body, because in combat fighting you cannot act with speed and that results would be fatal.

She moved to the center of the room position her feet shoulder wide and moved with her legs spread apart and practiced a counter strike into the air.

There was a light breeze coming from the window as a distance sound of thunder boomed in the background, she turned her sharp eyes to the mirror and saw Batman's reflection.

"Trying to keep dry?" She asked looking at the rain. "I thought you didn't mind the rain."

Batman moved in closer. "Doing combat training princess,"

"An Amazon warrior must be prepared for battle at all times Bruce, no matter where she is position." She placed her sword back under the bed and wiped the sweat off her face.

"I thought the princess never sweats?" Batman asked with a smirk.

"I sweat," Diana replied taking a sip of water. "Just not all the time, you shouldn't complain, I bet your sweating in that Kevlar at this very moment."

"I'm used to it princess," He rasped keeping his pride. "I've trained my body to stay at the right temperature so I don't over heat. It was something that I learned during my travels abroad."

Diana crossed her arms. "Oh, really, there would you care to join me in a combat exercise; unless you don't think you can handle it."

"I can handle hand to hand fighting princess. I master it every night."

"We'll see," Diana undid your pony tail and let her hair fell loosely to her shoulders."

Batman unclipped his cape and threw it onto the bed. "Alright, princess, show me what you got." He said in daring tone looking at her his lips tight and hands into fists.

Diana did a straight punch and then a palm kneel strike and went for his jaw, but Batman used his hands and blocked it. He formed his hand and curled his thumb performing a knife hand strike to her upper arm but she grabbed it and twisted it. "Had enough handsome, you are ready to submit."

"Not yet," Batman did an elbow strike attack to her forearm and then he performed a kick with his heel and then a front kick to her abdomen , knocked her to the carpet floor and pinned her down with his body. "I think I won this battle princess,"

"Oh, I don't think so, she grabbed him and pushed him off of her body, he landed on his back then she pinned him down. "Submit." She ordered smiling. Batman remained still as she pulled the cowl off and kissed his lips. He lifted his hand and ran it down her back, releasing himself to her. "So who is the champion of the fight handsome?" She purred holding him back as he heard the sound of sirens. "You're not going anywhere."

"Diana, release me," He urged her. "I have to go, someone could be in danger."

"If I let you go Bruce, you must promise that you will come back to me."

Batman tried to break from her strong grasped. "Princess, please, this is not a game."

"Promise me that you will come back and stay with me for the night?"

Bruce nodded. "I'll come back princess,"

"Alright then," She released him.

He stood on to his feet, pulled the cowl over his head and clipped in his cape.

Diana watched him move to the window, he gave her a sorrowful glance and vanished into the rain. She waited for a few moments and then she sank to the blankets of her bed feeling gitty like if she was kissed for the very first. Such emotions were pouring out her; she licked her lips and smiled with sheer delight. "I'm in love," She proclaimed.

Looking at his watch Drako Gossi was sitting on the truck of his black mustang with three bodyguards surrounding him. "Where is he?" he thought as he loaded his gun. "I'll give him a few more minutes. If he's doesn't come we go for the kill."

The bodyguards nodded.

A few minutes passed and there was no sign of the person that Drako was waiting for.

"Alright bring out our unwelcome guest." Gossi said with his Russian accent.

The bodyguards opened the truck of the mustang and carried a man to where Gossi was standing. The man's face was bloodied and bruised. He looked about 21 years of age and was high on some kind of underground drug. Gossi pointed his gun at the man and shook his head.

"You stood pick your friends better. If he would have come he would have saved your life. But no I guess he really wasn't your friend after all boys."

Gossi smiled. "See yeah sucker."

"No!" the man screamed has the bullet was flying towards his head. In a split second something stood in front of him. The man looked up and saw Batman standing there with the gun in his hand.

Gossi's eyes went wide as Batman dropped the gun on the cement and starting walking towards him peering into his deep brown eyes.

"Drako Gossi." Batman said.

"Get away from me freak." Gossi fired his gun and Batman dodged the bullets but one brazed his bottom lip. "You're not human."

Batman as standing right in front of him so close, that Gossi could hear him breathed.

"What do you want?" Gossi asked.

"Where is Jonathan Crane?"

"Crane?" he asked, " who is Crane?"

"Do you think I'm a fool? I know who you are supplying the drugs for scum."

Gossi pointed his gun at Batman's chest. "Let's see how bullet proof you are freak?

Batman clenched his teeth and slapped the gun out of Drako's hand and peered into his eyes.

"If I ever find you playing the executioner again, I'll be very angry. And you don't want to see me angry." He grabbed Gossi by the neck and smacked his graphite cowl into the thugs head, knocking him out.

Batman walked over to the man who was tied up and untied him as blood was dripping from his lip.

"Thanks, what about Gossi?" The 21 year old asked.

"Don't worry; it will be a while before he wakes up."

"Yeah but…."

The young man looked and saw that was gone. "Huh… I wonder where he goes."

A few minutes afterward Batman was walking down the alley, heading towards as parked Batcycle.

There was a faint smell of smoke in the night air. He could hear a child whimpering. He had to go and investigate.

It was a small apartment building that was next to a nail salon with images of beautiful women with long hair and eyes covered with tons of eye shadow. Batman got there just in time. Flames were bursting out the window and smoke filled the roof top make it very hard to see the moonlight.

A crowd was near the fire truck holding their belongings and pets in their arms.

Batman could see that there were children in between the adults with tears running down their faces.

A young African American mother was pleading in the crowd her child's name.

"Abby?"

Batman looked at the blazing flames of the building and saw in the highest window a small head of a child. It was Abby. He ran in the alley way and found a back door that was locked he kicked down the door with his booted feet and entered the building.

The stair well was untouched by the flames; Bruce knew that he had to act fast for building could collapse at any minute. He raced up the steps; finally he reached the top floor that was covered with thick black smoke.

"Abby ?" He coughed .

He could hear a child's whimper coming from the door that was closed. Batman kicked down the door with his booted foot and rolled just as a piece of the ceiling was coming apart. He lifted himself up and saw the small child curled in a blanket shaking,

"It's OK. I'm going to get you out of here."

The little girl whimpered, she was scared. Batman crawled closer to her. "It's OK. Take my hand and trust me." The child took Batman's hand and Batman wrapped his arms around her. The only way out was to fly out since the stair well was covered in flames."Close your eyes."

Abby nodded.

"Hold on." He said with comforting words. Abby closed her eyes and Batman covered her body with his cape , shielding her from the flames. He broke the glass of the window with his hand and let the wind go underneath his cape. He looked down to see if anyone was standing in the alley. It was clear.

"Alright, this might be a little rough."

Batman jumped down

Abby started to scream her lungs out.

He landed right on his feet on the pavement and bent down so Abby could run to her mother who was standing 10 feet away.

"There that was not so bad."

The child hugged Batman and ran to her mother.

"Mommy."

"Abby, oh my darling. Are you hurt?" The mother shouted running to her daughter.

"No , a nice man saved me."

The mother turned around and saw that no one was there. She did a soft whisper in the air.

"Thank you."

Batman was looking down from the roof top above next to the burning apartment, he gave a nod and left.

Batman entered the hotel room through the window, his costume was drench from the rain, he smelt of smoke from the fire. He looked at the beautiful form of a woman lying in the covers, and she opened her eyes. "You came back," She said sitting up as she watched the Dark Knight pull off his armor, cape and cowl. He sat on the edge of the bed and removed his boots. Diana gazed at his soothe chest as lightning danced in the sky; it was a perfect moment of excitement. His body was perfect in the dark as he crawled to where she was, he had blood dripping from his lips and a bruise under the eye . She flicked on the light to see the damage that he was trying to hide. On his arms were bruises and marks.

"Bruce, you're hurt," She pulled the covers off and moved to the dresser and pulled out a drawer. Bruce could see that there was a blue stone in her hand. "This will heal the wounds. It's a healing stone from my island; it heals any forms of injuries but not the lethal kind."

The billionaire looked at the stone. "No thanks." He growled. "My body heals its own way. Put the stone back."

Diana respected his wish and placed the stone back in the drawer; she moved to the bed and lay down beside him. "Turn off the light, I don't mind the dark." He said.

Diana smiled and crawled next to him, rested her head on his chest as he stroked her hair.

"So what took you?"

"Let's just say it was a busy night," He said kissing her on the head. "But did it have a few rewards." Diana lifted her head up and moved in closer and kissed him, as his eyes closed and he drifted into a sleep.