A/N: I'm doing my best to hasten the end of this fic because thinking up SMWW scenes is killing me inside out. So here it is. This song entitled "Move On" by Bruno Mars isn't really talking about the 'Moving on' you're thinking about. By the way, I might be using Bruno Mars's songs in the succeeding chapters. Reviews are always welcome. - B

When I was Your Man

BruceDiana

Chapter 4: Move On

How do I end up in the same old place

Faced again with the same mistakes

So stubborn, thinking I know what is right

But life proves me wrong every time

The waiter had handed them each menus for them to choose their order that night. Bruce tried his best not to peek at Diana while pretending to look at the menu, but he lost to himself. He gave himself the pleasure of peeking at her for a short second before looking through the list of delicacies served. Diana had noticed his piercing stare at her and it made the butterflies in her stomach flutter in excitement. It just felt very confusing. Her mind and her heart were now in a heated argument. Her mind frequently told her that she was now with Clark and what she was feeling was very wrong. Her heart, on the other hand, told her that she rightfully belonged to Bruce.

"Your order, Mademoiselle?" The waiter spoke with his rich French accent. Diana looked up in an instant, "Hmm?" The waiter smiled at him, "What will you be having, Mademoiselle?" She smiled. Gods, she felt silly. "I'll be having Entrecote Grille, Monsieur," Diana replied with a sweet smile. "Excellent choice, Mademoiselle," regarded the waiter with a smile. Now, it was Bruce's turn. She gazed at him for a moment before he glanced up at the waiter, "I'll have the Roasted Maple Orange Glazed Turkey." The waiter nodded, "Wonderful choice, Monsieur." The waiter turned to Lois, "I'll have what he's having." She gestured to Bruce. The waiter nodded, "And you, Monsieur?" He referred to Clark who was adjusting his eyeglasses. "I'll have what the lady is having," he gestured towards Diana. The waiter nodded, "And your appetizer?" Bruce had answered for them, "Chausson du Fromage de Chèvre and a bottle of your best Pinot Noir."

"Mmm, Appetizers," Lois said as the waiter served them up the goat cheese tarts. Lois took one and savored the taste in her mouth. Bruce and Diana took some tarts at the same time that made their hands brush with one another. They both felt the electricity that elicited in their contact. Bruce and Diana locked eyes with one another before they looked away. One small touched had flared a thousand memories for the both of them.

Bruce had been mad that night. Anger had fueled in him and he was in the sparring room punching the bag with every forceful blow. Diana stood behind him, "Bruce!" She exclaimed. He turned his head a bit, knowing that he presence was there. "What?!" He exclaimed just as loudly as she did. "It wasn't your fault, Bruce. Stop blaming yourself," she said as she strode towards him. "I was too late. I could've saved her," his eyes now were like flames that could not be put out. "Why do you keep blaming yourself? The Joker tricked you," this time Diana was close to him. Her hands now clutching both sides of his face. "I will always blame myself. I could've given the girl a chance to live," Bruce turned his face away from Diana, "it was my job to protect her." Diana sighed, "We're not gods, Bruce." Bruce sniveled, his back turned away from Diana, "Says you." Diana now felt angry at him, "I'm not a god, Bruce. I may be meta-human, but I am no god." Bruce turned to face her again and this time, she pushed her against the wall, pieces of rubble falling after quite a force. "To me, you are," he whispered to her with clenched teeth before he crashed his lips with hers. Diana's mind clouded at the sensation she was feeling. His lips were now exploring her neck, her shoulders, and her chest. His hands were making their way to remove the clasp of her uniform. Bruce worshipped her like a goddess as his hands, lips, and tongue explored her body.

'Hera, please let this dinner be over,' Diana prayed silently as she remembered that ecstatic moment. Soon enough, their dishes were served and they ate quietly. The waiter had poured them wine before leaving to attend the other customers. "Clark, I didn't know you already had a girlfriend," Bruce said in order to start a conversation. Clark smiled at him, "It all happened to fast, Bruce. It took me awhile before I told Lois and the rest in the Daily Planet." Then Clark turned the tables, "How about you, Bruce?"

Bruce glanced at Diana for a second before he smirked, "I'm trying to get back with Lois." Lois, who had been silent the whole time, almost choked at the wine she had been sipping. Diana too had been surprised of what Bruce had just said. Then, she realized. He was no longer in love with her. Months was all he needed to forget her and move on. "You are?" Lois had asked. Bruce took her hand, "Well, yes." Lois was almost teary-eyed. Clark smiled. "I'm sure you'll be happy with him, Lois," Diana said as she smiled at Lois. Bruce's heart cringed in pain. 'If she only knew this was all just play,' Bruce said to himself sadly.

Bruce drove Lois back to her apartment after their dinner. She had been quiet all throughout the drive. "Something bothering you, Lois?" Bruce had asked her that it made Lois almost jump. She looked at him and silently shook her head. "If it's about what I said, I'm sorry," He sighed deeply. "It's alright, Bruce. I was just surprised, that's all." The car had come to a stop and Bruce smirked at Lois before he got out. He had opened the door for her and helped her get out. "Thank you for that lovely dinner, Bruce. I had fun," Lois said as she touched Bruce's cheek. He took her hand with his and leaned in forward until he gave her a sweet kiss on the lips. Lois smiled when they broke away, "Good night, Bruce." He kissed her forehead, "Good night, Lois." Then Bruce got in the car and drove off.

Taking roads that lead me no where,

How do I expect to get there

But when will I learn to just put you first

Diana sat down on a couch in her apartment in New York. It had been a long flight from Metropolis and all she wanted was to relax. She took off her red heels and placed them under her dresser. She brushed her long black hair then sighed. She was so affected when Bruce told them that he was seeing Lois now. It brought a sharp pain in her heart and she hated wanting to cry. She wanted to tell someone what she was feeling right now. So, she decided to head to the Watchtower to speak to J'onn or Shayera. She changed into her costume and ordered to be beamed up.

Bruce sat down on his King-sized bed clad only in his dress shirt and slacks. His tuxedo and tie tossed on the floor. His Italian shoes were lying down on the floor. His hands were gripping his hair tightly. He was not supposed to be telling them that he was seeing Lois because he was not. He was in Metropolis for business matters and now everything was a mess. He stood up and walked barefoot to the kitchen to get a glass of water. "Everything alright, Master Bruce?" Alfred asked dressed in his pajamas and was holding a nice hot cup of tea. "I don't know, Alfred," Bruce replied. "Would you like me to fix you a cup of tea, Sir?" Alfred asked in worry. He could sense that Bruce was in worry. Bruce simply nodded and sat on one of the seats placed by the counter. "May I ask what is it about, Sir?" Alfred had asked with his back facing Bruce as he prepared him some tea. When Bruce had not replied immediately, he turned to look at him, "Is it about a certain Amazon Princess?" That made Bruce look up at him. "Sir, I know you still love her. I can sense it. Miss Diana has brought happiness and light in your life. She was the one I had been wanting for you, Master Bruce. I know you let the opportunity pass by, but I think it is never too late to tell her how you feel," Alfred handed him the cup of tea he had offered and Bruce sipped quietly. "I did, Alfred," Bruce ran his hand through his hair. 'The boy surely is in dismay,' Alfred quietly noted to himself. "What happened, Sir?" He sat down beside Bruce and listened. "I did tell her that I love her, Alfred, but I told her that she deserved to be with Clark rather than being with me," Bruce said in a low voice. "Master Bruce, why would you say that?" Alfred touched Bruce's shoulder. "Because I'm selfish, Alfred. I only think of others rather than myself," Bruce now felt like an idiot. Everything was presented to him, but he rejected and threw it out the window. "Tell her how you really feel this time, Master Bruce. I'm sure she will understand. We never know," Alfred clutched Bruce's face and smiled, "she still may have feelings for you."

Diana sat down with Shayera in the cafeteria. Diana was drinking a cup of iced mocha while Shayera was enjoying a cup of brewed coffee. They were the only people in the cafeteria that time. It somehow brought peace and quiet to both women. "So you believe that Bruce has truly gotten over you and has decided to pursue a relationship with Clark's ex-crush?" Shayera cleared herself after what she heard from Diana. "That can't be possible, Diana," Shayera raised her hands up. Diana raised her brow in wonder. "The guy was head over heels for you. I'm sure it's all just an act," Shayera then inched forward and whispered, "Do you still love Bruce?" Diana felt like she was holding her breath and didn't know how to answer. "You can't go on feeling like this, Diana," Shayera touched Diana's hand, "Free your heart's desire or you will forever regret lying to yourself." Diana nodded with a small smile, "Thank you, Shayera."

I come to you now when I need you

But why do I wait to come see you

I always try to do this on my own

But I was wrong, cause only with you

Can I move on

Bruce sat down in the boardroom of AceCorp that morning. He decided to stay for a short moment after the meeting had been adjourned. He swiveled his chair to face the glass windows and looked out. Diana had been running through his mind all day. He just wanted to get her back. He thought about what Alfred had told him last night, "Tell her how you really feel this time, Master Bruce. I'm sure she will understand. We never know, she still may have feelings for you." Diana kept him brooding all night. He missed patrolling in Gotham. It was only time he could focus on something else other than Diana. Bruce stood up from his seat and brought the file folders with him. He was determined to tell Diana everything. He had had enough of the charades they were playing. It was time Diana knew the truth. He wanted Diana and no one else could stand between that. Not even the Man of Steel could come between him and the woman he loved.

When I awake, it's you that makes me strong

And I know that you've been with me all along

So many times I forget to close my eyes

And listen to my heart

With you, life is so easy

Why do I make it hard

Diana was busy taking care of some files when she heard a knock on her door. Her secretary had been out to lunch and she decided to stay and finished the paper works left littered on her desk. She got up from her seat, straightened her black pencil skirt, and went to the door. When she opened the door, she was surprised to see the man standing outside her office. He was clad in a black tux with a red tie. He was clutching his brown trench coat tightly in his arm. His gaze at her was piercing and her heart raced.

"Bruce, what are you doing here?" Diana asked in wonder.

His azure eyes stared through her blue eyes, "I came to tell you everything."