Summary: (BM/WW Wedding-fic) When Batman finally gathers the courage to ask Wonder Woman to marry him, the Dark Knight gets more than he bargained for when the entire League decided to pitch in and help plan their impending nuptials – contains fluff, random humour, a temperamental Amazon princess, drunken bachelor-party escapades, and various attempts on Superman's life!

A/N: Oh my goodness! As of the last chapter, this story has reached a total of 10 000 hits! I need not tell you the awesomeness of such, but I'll say it anyway – it's totally EPIC! Thank you so much!

After giving this chapter some thought, I've shortened it so that it isn't the fifteen-page monster I had written originally – at first, I had intended on doing a series of flashbacks as to when and how Bruce and Diana started dating… but, I thought better of it and will do that in a later chapter.

Anyway, heads up, I'm taking another chance in this chapter as well – read to the bottom of the page to find out what happens. I'm crossing my fingers on this one.

And, finally, thank you so much R-dude, my beta-reader for looking over this chapter.

Disclaimer: I'm trying to say something funny and clever here… it's not working that well. Simply put, I don't own the Justice League!

Bridezillas & Kryptonite

06.
~Chapter Six~
Of Dreams, Meetings & the Hearing of Strange Things

Everything played out like one of Diana's old black-and-white movies – noise was limited at best and muffled, and the manor's parlour was a darker, more sinister version of itself as all its colour was absent and outside, as lightning stuck and thunder rumbled, the rain poured.

Diana herself was dressed like a lady at the turn of the century - a tight-fitting glittery dress with white gloves that reached the middle of her arm and a string of pearls around her neck, her make-up flawless, while not a single tress of her long hair was out of place.

Bruce, standing on the opposite side of the room, on the other hand, was the perfect example of a gentleman and was the picture of masculine sophistication in a crisp black classic tuxedo – she would have wanted nothing more than to fall into his arms were his back not turned on her for some reason and a cold aura radiating from him.

It was quiet. Neither said anything. Lightning struck and the fire crackled.

However, when he turned around, Diana almost recoiled at the look on his face. He was handsome as ever, even in her dreams, but intimidating as all Tartarus, cold and emotionless – every bit the Bat, even without his mask.

When he spoke, Diana couldn't hear a word he was saying – or, apparently shouting – but she was aware that she was not in control of her own actions as the next thing she knew, she was screaming soundlessly back at him. They shouted at each other for minutes until Bruce finally appeared to have had enough and, reaching for the ring around his finger, promptly threw it away. The small band of metal skidded across the floor and stopped right at her feet.

Diana stared open-mouthed at it for a minute until she looked up at Bruce again and saw him glare at her before he turned his back again and marched out of the double doors, yanking them open and causing blinding light to flood into the room before vanishing from sight as the doors slammed shut behind him.

But, when he did, the entire room seemed to darken even more until finally, everything just went completely black.

Diana's eyes flew open as she sat up, gasping. Before the shock of what she had seen in her dream could register, however, an unexpected bout of nausea gripped her.

For a few literally gut-wrenching moments, she considered rushing to the bathroom. Thinking better of it, she closed her eyes and focused on her erratic heartbeat. The feeling passed and her heart-rate slowed.

Taking a deep breath, she opened her eyes and immediately looked to her side. She let out a small sigh of relief – Bruce was still there and was still sleeping peacefully. Luckily, he hadn't heard her wake up. Turning her head to the bedside table, Diana saw that it was only 5 AM – when she looked to the windows the sky was still dark with only a twinge of colour on the horizon.

The feeling of wanting to throw up wasn't new, but the actual nausea and almost throwing up was. It wasn't the first time she had had these types of dreams, or rather, nightmares before, it was all the same and it usually boiled down to Bruce leaving her behind in the dark. She knew it was ridiculous, and after that party at the hotel a few nights ago, all her doubts were thrown out of Alfred's Bentley's window… but, still… Her dreams were bothering her more and more lately.

Then again… they did present Diana with a rare opportunity.

Smiling at the thought, Diana then lay down again and turned her head so that she could look at Bruce. She had to stop herself from giggling as she watched him sleep. His hair was in attractive disarray, his lips were slightly parted, and he looked so… peaceful. It was a pleasant change for once. He was still Bruce of course, but so unlike his awake self as his handsome face was free of the negative emotions that plague him throughout the daylight hours.

Turning so that she was on her side, Diana scooted a little closer to him before reaching over and lightly brushed a loose strand of hair that had fallen in front of his eyes. But, as she did, a pair of strong arms wrapped around her waist.

Startled at first, Diana was then distracted when Bruce pulled her closer to his chest – which proved to be very, very distracting since he wore no shirt.

"Bruce…?" she whispered, taking a few moments to enjoying their current proximity. "Are you awake?"

No response. His breathing was even and his eyes still closed.

Good, she thought, he is still asleep. Smiling to herself, she was then struck with an idea.

Wriggling herself so that she was more comfortable in his embrace, Diana kissed him first on the cheek and again at the corner of his mouth. She then pulled her head back to watch his reaction.

A soft, sleepy groan escaped his lips. His expression shifted only in the slightest as his lip twitched upwards.

She continued kissing him, on his strong jaw, down the side of his neck and stopped just above his collarbone.

Diana then heard a sound coming from deep within his throat. An inarticulate sound, followed by her name, though barely recognizable in his sleeping state.

For a moment, Diana thought he'd woken up until she saw his eyes were closed and smiled even wider – sometimes Bruce would talk in his sleep as well, and she was very pleased that her name would jump up occasionally.

She then lifted her head and proceeded with kissing him on the lips. To her surprise, Bruce responded as his lips started moving against hers.

When she pulled her head back again to catch her breath, she saw as a dazed dark blue eye opened and stared at her.

"Diana…?" Bruce asked sleepily, both his eyes fluttering open trying to adjust to the light or the lack thereof. "What are you doing?"

"Am I bothering you?" she asked shyly.

He blinked before he hugged her closer so that she was practically against him. "I didn't say that…" he said, craning his neck so that he could look at the window and squinted. "What… time is it?"

"Early," she said quietly. "It's right before dawn."

He yawned. "Why are you awake?" he asked, sounding a little more coherent when he turned his head back to look at her.

"I woke up early." She said with a small shrug.

"You okay?" he asked, concerned.

"I wasn't tired." She lied and changed the subject. "I'm sorry I woke you. Sleep. I should get up anyway. I could go down to the kitchen – I think Alfred's probably awake now as well."

"Uh-uh," Bruce said stubbornly. "Stay."

"Bruce…" she chided.

"It's still dark." He countered.

"I thought all bats were nocturnal?" She quipped dryly, her brow arching in amusement.

"That's a myth made up by psychotic clowns." he stated. "But that's beside the point. I can always convince you to stay."

She smiled at him dryly. "I'm sure you could if you wanted to…"

"I don't want you to go." He said simply.

His words struck a chord with her as they reminded her of the nightmare she had had barely ten minutes ago.

Bruce, noticing her sudden quietness, opened his eyes again and looked at her. "Diana?"

She in response snuggled closer to him, propping her head underneath his chin. "I don't want you to go either…" she said quietly, unsure if he had heard her.

Bruce, who apparently either had not heard her or was too tired to ask, only responded by kissing her lightly on the forehead. "Okay… good." He said. "I was planning on sleeping in for once."

That didn't happen often. "You don't have work today?"

"I'm taking the day off," he said and yawned. "Besides, we've got a meeting with Patterson later this afternoon."

"Patterson?" Diana repeated questioningly.

"Jacque Patterson," Bruce answered absentmindedly, looking like he was drifting off again. "He's the wedding planner."

"But what about my -"

"Don't worry about Monitor Duty, I convinced the Flash to take over your shift today."

"And you did this… how? You know Wally has trouble sitting still for any longer than he has to."

"I know, but let's just say I persuaded him to see things my way."

Diana wanted to frown at him at the implied meaning of this, but couldn't quite pull it off. "And by 'persuade', did you ask nicely or should I just immediately assume some form of intimidation was involved as well?"

"Think of it more like a healthy combination of the two."

"You're terrible." She teased.

"No, I'm Batman." He deadpanned. "I have to get my kicks from somewhere, don't I?"

"Are you always this droll in the morning?" she asked, amused.

"I'm surprising myself… but right now, I'm pretty sure it's just the sleep-deprivation talking." He said matter-of-factly.

When Diana yawned unexpectedly, Bruce gave a low, throaty chuckle as his arms slackened and his body relaxed again.

"Now that I think of it," she said, "sleeping in does sound rather nice." And as long as she could just stay in his arms like that, she thought mildly as she felt herself starting to drift, she doubted her dreams would be anything less than pleasant.

Several Hours Later…

Bruce couldn't help but grin as he easily manoeuvred his way through traffic, he noticed Diana roll her eyes in the passenger seat as he gave the Lamborghini's engine an extra rev for good measure.

"Show off," he heard her mutter. She was amused, he could tell. She was just having a hard time keeping it off her face.

His grin broadened when he stopped at the red traffic light. "And the best part is I've never gotten a ticket in my life." He stated proudly, wriggling his eyebrows as his sunglasses hid his eyes.

Diana just shook her head. "But, really, Bruce, couldn't you have chosen a less conspicuous car? You're attracting a lot of attention." And he was. All around, he could see the pedestrians on the sidewalk staring at the sleek, silver car.

"Like, what? The Ferrari?" he joked.

"You really do enjoy this, don't you?"

"I'd be lying if I said it wasn't one of the upsides of being a billionaire."

"So… this is what you do in your spare time?" she asked incredulously.

Bruce shrugged. "It's what's expected of me. I should either be doing this or playing polo."

Diana arched her perfect brow. "I didn't know you could play polo?"

"I don't." he said as the light turned green and he sped off again.

"But, seriously now, what do you do with your spare time?" she asked curiously. "When you're not breaking the speeding laws or swinging from the rooftops at night, I mean."

"I'm not sure," Bruce said, slowing down slightly before turning into a busy street. "I've never really had that much time to myself before." He then pulled into a parking space in front of a tall, grey building. Climbing out, he walked around and opened the door for her like Alfred would normally have done.

"Really?" she asked, slightly sceptical as she watched him close the door behind her and locked the car.

"Besides," he said, taking her hand, "I'd rather spend the time I do have with you."

That was a cheesy, though honest, line on his part. Nonetheless, it seemed to have done its job when Diana flashed him a brilliant smile.

Squeezing his hand in response, the two of them walked to the entrance of the building in front of them.

After a short elevator ride to the twentieth storey, Bruce and Diana stepped into an open, very modern-looking lobby.

When they approached the desk in the middle of the room, the brown-haired receptionist barely looked up as she seemed preoccupied with a magazine in front of her. "Name?" she asked, paging through it listlessly.

"It's Bruce Wayne," Bruce answered with a small smirk as he removed his sunglasses.

In a blink of an eye, the receptionist's head snapped up with a look of dazed confusion. "Oh!" she said her voice higher than before.

Diana looked at Bruce questioningly, her head slightly tilted. He was grinning and winked at her.

"Mr Wayne!" the receptionist squeaked, very animatedly stuffing her magazine into her desk drawer as she stood up, the height difference barely noticeable for the five foot-tall woman. "May I help you?" she asked.

"Yes, we're here for our meeting with Mr Patterson." Bruce answered smoothly.

When the receptionist's eyes fell on Diana, she let out another barely (but not quite) audible squeal. "Of-of course, Mr Wayne," She said, smiling nervously. "But, um… Mr Patterson isn't back yet from an appointment with another one of his brides. Would it be too much trouble to ask that you and your fiancé wait a few minutes? He's probably on his way right now?"

A flicker of silver around her wrist caught Bruce's eye and he smirked. "Sure thing…" he looked at her expectantly.

"Becky," she said quickly, looking back at him again. "My name is Becky."

Bruce smiled as he was pretty sure that Becky would feint at any given moment. "No problem, Becky."

Diana held her hand in front of her mouth as they walked over to a nearby white couch. "That poor girl…" she noted, looking over her shoulder and saw Becky practically fall back into her seat and fan herself with her magazine. "She seems rather flustered, doesn't she?"

"It would seem that way." He said dryly. "I wonder why that is."

Diana lightly elbowed him in the side but was still smiling. "I don't know whether to find your effect on woman amusing or bothersome."

"Oh, she isn't acting that way because of me, Princess."

"…What do you mean?"

"I noticed she was wearing one of those bracelets with your logo on it," he explained, indicating to a thin silver chain around Becky's wrist with two golden W's hanging from it.

The surprised look on Diana's face when she saw this almost made Bruce want to laugh, "She's probably contemplating asking for your autograph as we speak." He teased.

"That's very… flattering." Diana said after a while. "I suppose I should glad I have fans?"

Bruce was about to agree when the elevator opened with an audible 'ding'. A man with gelled-back white-blond hair and a pink shirt with floral print stepped out with a brown leather jacket swung over his shoulder and an assistant in his wake.

"Call and tell Brenda I explicitly told her to tell her bridesmaids that mauve, lilac and, most of all, indigo are strictly forbidden." The man said matter-of-factly. "None of them have the skin tone that would do those colours any justice if by some horrid twist of fate they decide on dresses. In fact, tell her to stay away from purple all together. Or, you know what just tell her to meet me at that dress place on Fourth Street tomorrow afternoon at four."

"Yes, Mr Patterson." The assistant said automatically, scribbling it down in a ledger.

"Also, call that other woman, Patrice… Penny-something -"

"Megan," the assistant corrected.

"Right, her – tell her I have to cancel our appointment for next week and ask if we could reschedule and discuss whatever problem she has about her wedding cake over lunch at that café downtown I went to last week with Raymond."

"Café Lamar?"

"That one." He agreed.

The assistant nodded. "Anything else, Mr Patterson?" she asked finally.

"Nope, that'll be all, Margret. In fact, I do believe my next appointment is here." He said before turning and offered a well practised, dazzling smile at Bruce and Diana in a way that was all just white, shiny teeth. "Mr Wayne, Miss Prince, I'm Jacque Patterson and it's a pleasure making your acquaintance. Please come with me so that we can start." With that said and done, he then turned his back and easily strode through a glass door that must have lead into his office with suspicious grace, for a man.

Temporarily stunned by the man's obvious professionalism, Bruce and Diana quickly got up and followed the wedding planner into his office, earning themselves a stare from Margret the assistant as they passed her. Margret then turned to Becky who in response nodded, a nonverbal 'yes' to the other woman's questioning expression.

Closing the door behind them when they entered, Bruce turned around to observe Patterson's office – just like the lobby, all the furniture was ultra-modern – he had two windows that overlooked Gotham's central park with a brick wall behind his desk that had a sepia-style picture of the ocean. He also had a large pink orchid on his desk's glass surface which, in Bruce's mind, matched his shirt.

"Please, sit," Patterson said, making a graceful sweeping gesture towards two white chairs in front of his desk. "I will be with you in a moment."

Doing what was asked of them, they sat down and watched as Patterson hung up his leather jacket on a coatrack before walking over to them and casually leaned back against his desk.

"Can I offer you anything? Coffee, tea – I'm sure if I asked nicely I can get Becky to run down to the coffee place across the street, they have the best chocolate muffins that are to-die-for."

"No thank you, Mr Patterson." Diana declined politely. "I'd just rather we just get down to business."

"Please, call me on my first name; 'Mr Patterson' is my father. But, in any case then I'm going to keep this short and sweet." Patterson said as he straightened up. "I've been waiting for this kind of opportunity for most of my adult career – let's face it, if I can pull this off successfully, get my name in the papers, and while I'm at it maybe even appear on TV as the guy who planned Bruce Wayne and Wonder Woman's wedding, I'm pretty much set for the next five to ten years as far as my business is concerned."

"Is this your way of convincing us to hire you? You're just telling us what you hope in getting out of this." Bruce asked, regarding the wedding planner carefully.

"Not at all, Mr Wayne, I'm just stating my point – I'll try and convince you to hire me after I've finished giving the speech I've been preparing since your call a few nights ago."

"You haven't made us lose interest yet." Diana said. "But, for curiosity's sake, why should we ask you to help us?"

"That's simple. I'm the best."

Bruce almost snorted. "Is that it?" he asked sceptically.

"I have pictures to show if you don't believe me." He said casually. "And I could always go into a long, winding spiel about my twenty years as a planner, or I could recount how many wedding I've helped planned, or I could even just lie until you're convinced. But then, if I did that, I would just be wasting your time, Mr Wayne, and be boring myself."

"So then how are you going to convince us?" Bruce asked.

"Again, that's an easy one – I'm going to ask you to trust me. It's not that reassuring, I know, but like I said before, I've been waiting for this kind of wedding for a long, long time – if I mess this up, I'd be sabotaging myself."

Bruce and Diana looked at each other. He had a point there.

"But," Patterson added. "If you don't believe me, you can always use that magical truth whip-thingy of yours to make sure."

"You wouldn't be offended if I used my lasso?" Diana asked, clearly surprised at the man's blatant honesty.

"If you think it's necessary, by all means go for it."

"For some reason, I don't think it will be." Bruce said standing up. "I think we've heard enough."

"Indeed." Diana agreed, standing up as well.

"Then… I'm guessing you've made your decision already?"

Diana smiled. "I think we have – Bruce?"

Bruce nodded at her before looking back at Patterson. "When can you start?"

Patterson flashed them both another dazzling smile. "I already have, Mr Wayne." He said matter-of-factly. "But I'll have Margret contact you both so that we can make plans for a lunch-meeting sometime next week?"

"I'll speak to my secretary about my schedule."

"And I'm sure I can do something about mine as well."

"Fabulous," Patterson said and held out his hand as he shook both Bruce and Diana's. "Then, Mr Wayne, Miss Prince, with that said and done, I hope this will be the start to a beautiful arrangement."

Two Days Later
The Watchtower…

J'onn was in the medical ward, casually talking with one of the human doctors on-board when he felt it – panic, pure and intense, coming from the hallway outside, and confusion with a dull edge of irritation along with indignation to it.

Turning around, the Martian was shocked when none other than Superman came in with a very pale Wonder Woman at his side – he had her arm over his shoulder and his hand on her side as he tried to keep her up. Her feet were practically dragging on the floor. It was from him that J'onn felt the distress radiating from.

"Superman, you're over-reacting…" The Amazon argued weakly, her olive skin, not only frightfully pale, was also coated with a thin layer of sweat and her eyes were slightly out of focus.

"Are you kidding?" Superman said incredulously. "I had to carry you for half of the way!"

"That was completely unnecessary," she grumbled, a pale twinge of pink touching her cheeks from embarrassment.

"No it wasn't and I would still be if you didn't punch me – Diana, for goodness sake, you can barely stand!"

"Superman," J'onn said, approaching his fellow Founders. "What has happened? Diana, are you alright?"

"Yes,"

"No," Superman said firmly, earning him a half-scowl from Diana. He ignored this and gave her a pointed look of his own before turning his head back to J'onn. "She fainted. Diana was assisting me with one of Luthor's flying death-traps over Metropolis Bay. We managed to take out the machine but the next thing I knew, she was falling out of the sky."

"And in the meanwhile, Luthor got away… I told you, it was just a bad case of vertigo. I would have recovered perfectly fine on my own, Kal."

Superman's sky blue eyes flashed. "You were unconscious for five minutes! I had to catch you before you hit the water!"

"Set her down on nearest bed, Superman." J'onn said and watched as the Kryptonian did what was asked of him, muttering something as Diana rolled her eyes at his concern.

"This is utterly ridiculous," Diana said as the doctor J'onn had spoken to came closer to examine her as she sat on the white bed with her legs hanging off the edge. "J'onn, I feel fine, I'm much better now than what I was before. This really isn't necessary."

"Actually, I agree with Superman on this one. If you lost consciousness, there must a reason behind it." J'onn said, his brows pulling together in concern.

Diana let out a sigh but didn't argue any further as the doctor continued with his examination.

"Have you contacted Batman yet?" J'onn then asked.

"Diana insisted that I not call him." Superman said disapprovingly.

"And with reason," Diana said sternly.

"Breathe in," the doctor ordered, holding up a stethoscope over her head. Diana took a deep breath. "Now breathe out."

She then let her breath go before shaking her head. "He's still in China with Green Arrow and the Atom. I'm not going to bother him while he's on a mission."

Superman frowned. "He'll still want to know what happened today, Diana."

"I know, but I'm not going to worry him over nothing, Kal. Because that's what this is – nothing." She said as the doctor then proceeded with checking her eyes and ears.

J'onn and Superman exchanged doubtful looks with each other.

"Do you feel lightheaded?" the doctor asked.

"Currently, no,"

"Tired?"

"A little, but I'll get over it," she reassured.

"Did you eat this morning?"

"No, I was in a hurry; I didn't have time for breakfast."

"Did you eat anything at all during the day?"

"I wasn't hungry."

"Is it okay then if I take your blood-pressure? You might have just fainted because of low blood-sugar."

Diana nodded and held out her arm and then looked back at Superman and J'onn. "See? There's your explanation."

"Will she be okay?" Superman asked.

The doctor nodded while he attached a black strap around her upper arm. "She should be as long as she takes it easy for an hour or so." He said, and, a few minutes later, after checking the meter, took off the strap again. "I also suggest that you eat soon as well, Wonder Woman."

"I will." Diana assured. "Thank you."

Superman took a step closer when Diana got off the bed, but the Amazon waved him away and, though clearly still a little pale, managed to stand up straight on her own.

"Now that that's over with, I'll be going, Superman." She said matter-of-factly. "The authorities will probably want a report on what happened today at some point, we'll get together and discuss the details later."

Superman was still frowning but nodded reluctantly. But, as she turned and left the ward, J'onn noticed his expression changing. Blinking at first, he looked down and cocked his head to the side, as though he was listening for something.

"Superman?" the Martian asked.

Meanwhile, once Diana was well clear of the Medical Ward, she half-sank back against the wall, her hand clutched over her mouth with her eyes shut tight as another violent pang of nausea almost overwhelmed her.

"I… I thought I just…" Superman then shook his head, his brows knitting together in confusion. "Never mind… it's nothing."

Breathe, breathe, she chanted mentally, cautiously lowering her hand and balled them as she breathed.

Opening her eyes, she unclenched her firsts and raised her hands to look at them. They were trembling.

J'onn looked at the Kryptonian doubtfully. You don't have to lie to me, Clark. What is it?

"Again…?" Diana whispered. It was exactly the same way she felt right before she fainted in Metropolis, and was the third time that week that she caught herself shaking for no apparent reason – that day was the first time she had blacked-out however…

Superman looked away, the same puzzled expression still on his face. I know… I'm just not sure what to make of what I just heard. I could have sworn…

Heard what? J'onn asked slowly.

Dismissing the thought, she stood up from against the wall. It was just her hunger that was catching up with her – low blood-sugar like the doctor said – absolutely nothing to worry about.

"…"

Clark?

After Diana regained her bearings, she walked on with her head held high.

Superman looked around to see if anybody else was listening before looking J'onn straight in the eyes. "…I thought I heard an extra heartbeat."

"No, I don't think I will kiss you, although you need kissing, badly. That's what's wrong with you. You should be kissed and often, and by someone who knows how."
– Gone with the Wind

"I tried to disappear,
But you're the only reason I'm floating here.
Eyes, painted crystal clear –
I can see our future through the atmosphere."

"You were so hard to find –
With oh so many clouds across my summer sky.
You, my constellation prize –
Yeah, every single star is sparkling in your eyes."
- Owl City, 'Speed of Love' Lyrics

A/N: So… um, cliffhanger? Please don't kill me.

Help Wanted: This is a slight spoiler, but if there is anybody who is familiar with Batman villainess, Poison Ivy, I need somebody to have a good, long nerd-talk with about her – it's in regards to the next chapter and I'm sort of having a little trouble getting a fix on her character (motive, attitude – anything really).

Anywho, if you're interested in helping me, please feel free to PM me anytime.

In Response to the previous chapter's reviews:
Wonderwomanbatmanfan: It took a while, and I was distracted by something shiny most the time, but I did it – as always, I hope you enjoyed!
The Goddamn Dark Knight: There you have it!
mbembet: Le gasp! *Clutches heart* You wound me! Lol, just kidding, don't worry, I haven't given up on this story and I'm definitely not shipping SM/WW anytime soon! (Don't get me wrong, I'm not against the pairing, I just like Batman more because he's badass and deserve some TLC) WonderBats forever! Anyway… thanks for reviewing!
LSZero: Thanks! :)
yob3: That's good to know, dude! We'll discuss rates some other time, cool? Peace out and thanks for reading!
yellowstar128: I'm not sure if this wedding planner lived up to your expectations, but at the time, I had a very specific idea stuck in my head about how he should act and so on… it's just pretty vague now though. On a brighter note, I'm really glad you're enjoying this story so far!
kyoshira7: Why thank you *bats eyelashes in a ridiculously exaggerated fashion* - I just really like all of these characters so I try and do each of them the justice they deserve. I'll do my best not to disappoint in what is to come!
R-dude: My new beta-reader, ladies and gentlemen! But, seriously, I think I came off as a total airhead in the beginning, but I really am grateful for your help – so, I'mma gonna say it again just so we're clear, thank you!
1Superman4Me: No, no it does not, I honestly don't mind fangirl-ism at all. As long as I make at least one person smile or laugh or get any reaction at all when they're reading this, my job as a writer is done – besides, you're right, Alfred is AWESOME! Who else agrees with me that he deserves to be in the spotlight more, huh?
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Serena Kenobi: Aww shucks… I'm just glad you like it! Thank you so much for reading!
Kipling Bunny: Where oh where to begin? Thank you, for one, I'm really happy you like this story! Secondly, it's weird, you're the second person who thinks Catwoman would lose in a fight against Wonder Woman (I'm sort of on the fence on that one, but yeah, logically, Diana would totally win, hands down). Thirdly, I just love writing Lois and Clark, they're fun with Lois being so feisty and Clark so sweet. Fourthly, oh my greatness, regarding Arrow, I squealed like a four-year-old when they brought in Roy Harper in one of the previous episodes and when he and Ollie's sister kissed… omg (again)! Sorry… I kinda went into fangirl-mode there, I'm back now. Fifthly, you'll hear about Babs and Dick again in a few chapters from now – and as to how I'm going to go about it… well~! I'll keep that quite for now. Lastly, I really, really hope you'll like what is to come – it'll be positively grand :)

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