Ok, I REALLY wanted to write a BMWW one-shot Valentine's fic, but I didn't have enough time. Instead, I'm posting a steamy update to my fic. Hope you all enjoy it and have a Happy Valentine's Day! :)

Chapter 3

Bruce groaned softly in his sleep as he slowly became aware of soft warm lips slowly trailing over his pectoral, pausing to give his left nipple a little extra attention by adding her teeth much to his delighted arousal which was rapidly awakening as well.

A shiver trembled through him as her long lustrous black curls skimmed across his skin. She paused to lightly bite at his chest causing him to hiss softly in response, her tongue sneaking out to caress and taste his skin. She moved on to the reddish bruise that she'd left low on his neck yesterday, gently kissing it as if silently apologizing for her excitement.

Her hot wet mouth finally found his earlobe, slowly raking her teeth over it as she leisurely shifted over him, allowing her body to caress his with the erotic movement. Her breath was a sultry caress against his skin as she nuzzled his neck with her lips and nose.

"I'm s…sorry about last night," she whispered repentantly against his skin.

Bruce's hands instinctually moved to her hips in order to keep her where he wanted her most at that moment, her knees settling on either side of his waist. He finally opened his eyes to find his beautiful fiancé staring down at him, sorrow and regret permeating her blue-eyed gaze and breaking his heart all over again knowing he had been the one to cause her a measure of the pain that she carried deep inside of her where even he couldn't reach right now.

He knew that it had been necessary, pushing her…forcing her to look inside of herself at what she had been doing. He reached up to tenderly caress her cheek with his knuckles as he studied her, his fingers slipping up into her thick hair as he lost himself in the apprehensive expression staring back at him. She looked so positively lost as her teeth lightly bit into her bottom lip as she waited for his response; the fierce war being waged deep within her soul reflected in the bluest eyes he had ever seen.

"You have to talk to me, Princess," he gently told her. "Pushing me away isn't going to make what you're going through any better or easier to deal with. I can't help you if you won't talk to me."

Diana's eyes fell closed, her bottom lip quivering as she fought back the sudden onslaught of hot tears that last night's prayers and meditation hadn't been able to erase. "Some th…things can't be fixed, Bruce," she softly replied.

He shifted beneath her as he sat up, warm lips suddenly on her face, his muscular chest now pressed against hers. Her eyelids fluttered opened, gazing at him through a thick wash of tears. She'd never meant to hurt him, only trying to save him from having to share in her struggle.

"Hey, remember who you're engaged to?" he lightly teased, his arms encircling her waist as he began to place soft kisses along her throat. "I'm Batman. I never give up…and I always get what I want so you better start talking."

A light lilting laugh escaped her throat despite her guilt as she wiped away her tears with the back of her hands before slipping them into his hair as he continued to tease her neck. "I love you for wanting to fix it, but I don't even th…think Batman can."

He had grown more than weary of dancing around this any longer, more than ready to mend things once and for all. "What if I told you that I know what happened?"

She pulled back, anger blazing in her eyes as she suddenly moved off of him. He tried to reach for her, but she pushed his hands away as she stood to her feet before making her way to the window. She folded her arms against her chest, doing her best to keep her anger and shame at bay, but it was more than difficult knowing that Bruce hadn't let it go like she had hoped. Now, he knew everything.

Bruce considered her for a moment, his eyes drinking in her exquisite form. He adored the lavender lingerie she wore, the way it left little to the imagination and yet left him wanting the magnificence that he knew lay beneath. Her curly hair was an ebony waterfall down her back, a striking contrast to the pastel satin material that adorned her.

The negligee ended just below her bottom, leaving a very generous view of her gorgeous long legs and making his mouth water in heightened anticipation of taking what belonged to him and only him. He wanted her so badly at that moment, the pull in his belly for her growing stronger by the second, but they needed to talk first.

Making love wasn't going to fix this.

"I ssshould have kn…known you wouldn't jjjust let it g…go," she bitterly snapped, anger lacing her voice as she kept her back to him.

"You're my fiancé. You were upset and injured, Diana," he firmly stated, standing to his feet and running his fingers back through his already disheveled hair. "I can't just let that go especially when you refuse to talk to me about it."

"If you kn…knew wh…what had happened, then why did you ask m…me?"

"Because I wanted to hear it from my fiancé, not Wally West," he coolly stated, his own anger and hurt more than apparent as he came to stand several feet behind her, dressed only in his sleeping pants.

Diana's eyes fell closed as guilt swelled like a thunderhead in her chest with his words. Meditation and prayer had helped her see that Bruce had been right about her despite how painful it had been to hear last night. She was shutting everyone out…most of all him. The problem was how to fix it without hurting him more than she already had.

Her chin fell to her chest, hot tears burning in her eyes as she fought back her own conflicting emotions that were eating her alive on the inside, the embarrassment and shame of not being the flawless princess that she once had been, the perfect representation of her sisters.

Bruce silently closed the distance between them, moving as surreptitiously as his alter ego as his hand lightly came to rest on her shoulder. The tranquil steady tapping of the rain against the windows was the only sound as he gently caressed her smooth skin with just the tips of his fingers, his lips soon following.

"Please, Diana," he softly pleaded with her. "Just let me in. There is nothing that you could ever tell me that could make me love you less. I don't know what to do or say anymore to make you believe that."

"It was jjjust ssso st…stupid," she murmured as she shook her head, the tears breaking free against her will and slipping down her cheeks. She had cried more in the last few months than she had in her whole life and she hated it. She was weak.

"I'm so sorry she hurt you," he said, his fingers unhurriedly skimming down the length of her arm as his lips continued a thorough exploration of her bare shoulder. He hoped if he could help her relax, she would lower her walls and finally open up to him. Hopefully, her speech would eventually improve as well.

Diana drew a shuddering breath, trying to swallow back the tears that refused to cease. "I…I'm a dddisgrace…an em…embarrassment to my sssisters…to the League…" She suddenly paused, drawing another deep breath in order to continue going down a path she hadn't wanted to face. "and…and to yyyou."

Bruce was stunned by her admission, his body stiffening. Her words were like a hot knife to his heart. How could she possibly feel as though she was an embarrassment to him? "Listen to me, Diana," he heatedly stated, his fingers interlacing with hers as he pressed his body against hers, his lips against her ear. "You are not a disgrace to anyone least of all me because you are still Diana, Princess of the Amazons, and the woman that I love more than anything in this world. Nothing can ever change that and sure as hell not this."

Several moments passed by before she finally responded. "Rampage and I gggot into a ssslugging match. I told her to gggive up…th…that she couldn't wwwin, but of course it didn't come out rrright. She immediately caught on that so…something was wwwrong with me."

"Why didn't you just tell me this?" he asked, his voice pained. He wanted more than anything to erase her heartache as his arms snaked around her waist from behind, pulling her back more firmly against his bare chest and wanting her to feel his arousal…what she always did to him regardless of how she spoke.

"I…I was jjjust s…so ashamed…" she admitted with an airy whisper of slipping control, leaning her head back against his shoulder as she drew in a ragged breath. "I…I sh…shouldn't have let her ggget to mmme, but it did. And then, this reporter sh…showed up. It's out nnnow, Bruce. Everyone in thw world wwwill kn…now that there's something wr…wrong with me."

Bruce felt another little piece of his heart chip off, desperate to take away her pain and yet he felt so helpless to make it better. He would never give up trying, though. "I'm so sorry, Princess," he murmured against her bare shoulder, fighting against the sudden tightening in his throat. "I don't want you to ever feel that way."

"I do…don't want your pppity," she angrily bit out, her body growing rigid with embarrassment.

"I'm sorry that you're hurting," he gently told her, gently caressing her shoulder with his lips as he brushed her raven hair aside. "I'm sorry that I can't take away your pain. I'm sorry that you're struggling so much with all of this. That's not pity, Princess. It's called love."

Diana broke free from his hold on her, swiftly turning and wrapping her arms around him. "I'm sssorry, Bruce," she whispered as she buried her face in the crook of his neck.

"It's alright," he reassured her, holding her in his comforting embrace as she wept.

He pulled back just enough so he could feather kisses on her face, erasing her tears as he tried to show her that he loved her more than her speech problems, more than he had ever loved anyone. He tilted his head as his lips searched for hers, savoring their honeyed sweetness. He kissed her with a gentleness that did nothing to subdue her tears as his hands roamed all over her back before settling on her bottom.

The palms of her hands came to rest against the muscular contours of his chest, the tips of her fingers tracing over noble scars and wounds won in previous battles. She parted her lips, welcoming him inside and growing more aroused with the sensual slide of his tongue against hers. They touched each other as if experiencing one another all over again for the first time, fingers stroking and teasing one another.

Breaking the kiss, she pressed her forehead against his. She drew a shuddering breath, trying to rein in her tears, but it felt as though her world was collapsing around her. "I…I'm so sssorry," she whispered. "I…I know you must th…think that I'm fffoolish."

"No…no, I don't. You've been through far more than anyone deserves to be put through, Princess," Bruce reminded her, his large hands coming to rest against her face. "You just need to give this time. It will get better. Just don't push me away. Please, Diana…I can't live with that."

She slowly nodded her head, appreciating what he was trying to do…loved him even more for it, but deep down she knew that this was the way things were going to be from now. Nothing was going to ever change that. She just needed to learn to accept it. The life she used to know was over.

Before she had a chance to disagree with what he had told her, Bruce kissed her again more forcefully this time, his hands sliding around her body to firmly grip her thighs. He pulled her legs up to hook around his waist, carrying her back to the bed that they shared as they exchanged kisses.

They fell together into bed, Bruce trapping her between his muscular body and the soft mattress. A predatory smirk spread across his handsome face as he stared down at her to watch her reaction as he ground his pelvis against hers, earning a throaty moan of approval.

"Bruce…" she gasped, lifting her body up into him and begging for more contact.

He swiftly silenced her with a toe-curling kiss, more than eager to make love to her, to take away her pain if only for a little while. It was killing him inside to watch what this was all doing to her, how it was beginning to break her spirit, but he refused to give up on her.

He pressed his lips against her warm soft skin, tilting his head to brush his nose against the lacy edge of her lingerie. He paused to breathe deeply, savoring her heady scent that was purely Diana as he slowly dragged the straps of her negligee off of her shoulders and down her arms.

His mouth hungrily followed as the lingerie left her exposed to him, his teeth and tongue causing her to hiss with pleasure as she gripped his hair firmly in her fists. His hand slid down to her hip, stroking her smooth skin before wrapping his fingers around her thigh to pull her leg up.

Diana suddenly reached for the ties of his sleeping pants, more than anxious to feel his hard body fully pressed against hers. She made quick work of the laces, using her feet to push his sleeping pants down past his hips before he kicked them off.

He stroked her sides as his mouth worshipped her breasts, slowly strumming her body into a heated frenzy for more of him. She began to squirm and tremble beneath him, arching her back and trying to get him to take even more of her into his hot mouth.

She gasped as his tongue swirled around her sensitive skin before moving to give equal attention to her other breast. She raked her teeth over her bottom lip, humming with pleasure as his hand slipped down between their bodies to gently stroke her center, a throaty moan filling their bedroom as she began to move her hips to grind against his hand.

"Mine…all mine," he possessively murmured as his lips skimmed along the slender column of her throat before finally finding her mouth again. He swiftly pushed himself into her; giving them both what they so badly wanted as he set a slow steady rhythm. "Perfect and mine."

Diana broke the kiss with a breathless cry, the delicious intrusion of his hard length inside of her stealing the air from her lungs. Her fingers pressed deep into his shoulders, her hips lifting to meet every thrust and grind of his pelvis. She panted heavily as she arched her neck with a pleasure-filled moan, her fingernails moving to dig into his hips in an effort to make him move faster, thrust harder, but he refused to comply with her unspoken demand for more.

"Bruce…more…I need…Hera, please!" she breathed heavily, her mind whirling with the pleasure he was building inside of her.

She hooked her legs firmly around his waist, taking him even deeper inside of her and savoring the incredible bliss thrumming wildly inside of her with their intimate union. Bruce pressed his forehead against her shoulder as she squeezed her inner walls around him, a strangled cry escaping his lips. He moved in an agonizingly unhurried cadence that was gradually driving them both crazy with a need for release that he was intentionally denying them in order to draw out their pleasure.

She gripped his backside, pressing her fingers into his firm muscles in an effort to force him to give her what she wanted, but it only caused him to smirk smugly against her throat. He wanted her to know him, to feel every single hard inch of him moving within her and to know beyond any doubt that he loved her, adored every single thing about her. No one had ever completely captivated him like she had.

With a growl of irritation, Diana suddenly sat up, forcing him into a sitting position as she straddled his lap. She was in control now as she began to move over him, setting a furious pace that would allow her the release that he had been deliberately refusing her.

Bruce chuckled softly in amusement as he dipped his head, his mouth finding her full breast. His hands wrapped around her waist, forcing her to slow down again some. He wanted to make this last for as long as humanly possible. She breathlessly cursed her displeasure with him in Greek as he lightly nipped at her flesh glistening with sweat, her hands falling to clutch his shoulders.

Her head fell back, her hair skimming along the top of her backside as lust roiled in powerful waves inside of her threatening to crash at any moment. Her back bowed with the pleasure shooting like fireworks through her body. She could feel his hands slipping around her to support her back as she rose and fell over him.

"Bruce…" she panted as a low growl built in her throat. "You're going…to get hurt…if you don't let me…come soon."

Deciding he better not press his luck any further, Bruce suddenly pushed her onto her back, covering her with his body and supporting himself on his elbows as he began to give her what they both wanted. The rain that tapped loudly against the windows mingled with the sounds of their lovemaking, lightning rumbling softly in the distance.

She cried his name as he pounded into her wild abandon, overwhelmed by the love he was pouring into every move of his hips, his every touch and kiss. He was giving her everything that he had…everything that he felt in his heart for her.

Her entire body tensed as her climax washed over her like a violent tidal wave, crying out as she clung to him. He suddenly came as well, filling her full with his powerful release. Trembling, they rode out their mutual releases in the intimate embrace of each other's arms as they struggled to regain control once more.

Bruce was the first to begin to stir after several long breathless moments, lifting his head to smile down at her. His lips ghosted over her cheek flush from her orgasm, his nose brushing against the side of hers in boneless contentment.

"My perfect love," he murmured softly against her lips, kissing her gently.

"I'm far from perfect, Bruce," she corrected with a euphoric smile that refused to leave in spite of the sorrow that still loomed in her heart with his words.

"You are and always will be my perfect love, Princess," he affirmed once more despite her protest, his warm lips lightly grazing along her jaw. "No matter what you think or say."

Diana frowned in objection. "But…"

"Always," he firmly stated, his tone leaving no room for argument as he rolled off of her and onto his back as he fought to calm his pounding heart.

She knew it was pointless to argue with him. She'd learned that all too well a long time ago and yet she had never let that stop her in the past. She didn't feel like arguing this time, though. He'd only press her to tell her more and she wasn't ready to tell him everything, to share her fears about their wedding or their future together. Rampage had been right. She was just a damaged Amazon.

A smug grin played on his face as he turned his head to stare at her, admiring the beautiful flush of her skin and knowing he had been the one to cause it. "You know your speech is better again," he noted with proud satisfaction. "I guess we'll just have to have sex a couple of times a day to help you stay relaxed."

Diana couldn't contain the laughter that bubbled up inside of her as she rolled onto her side to face him. She bent her elbow to prop her head up. Her raven hair fell in tousled curled around her face and shoulders, awakening his hot lust all over again.

"You'd like that wouldn't you?"

"Hey, I told you I'd do whatever I had to in order to help you and I meant it," he told her as he rolled onto his side in order to face her. "A man has to do what a man as to do for his future wife. If bringing you multiple orgasms is what it takes, then I guess I'll just have to do that."

"And I'm sure that you would receive no enjoyment from it at all," she playfully teased him.

Bruce chuckled with her response as his hand slid down to her backside in order to press her body flush against his, tightening his hold on her and causing both of them to shake with his amusement. "None whatsoever," he claimed, brushing his lips gently against hers.

"So what do you have planned for today?" she asked, her fingers lightly tracing over the thin sheen of sweat still glistening over the contours of his muscular chest.

"We have another tux fitting this afternoon," he told her, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he suddenly turned, moving his body to settle on top of hers again.

Diana's gaze grew pensive as she stared into the face of the handsome man who was going to be her husband in a little over two weeks. She silently prayed that she'd be able to make it through the ceremony without ruining it for him, to be the wife that the famous entrepreneur and philanthropist Bruce Wayne truly needed.

"Me too," she softly agreed with a tilt of her head as she stared up at him, brushing a few damp strands of hair from his forehead.

He studied her beautiful face for a couple of moments, sensing her apprehension. He could tell that she was still holding more back from him, refusing to tell him the struggles that incessantly occupied her heart, but for now he'd let it be. She'd finally taken a step at letting him in again and it was more than he had hoped for.

"What is it, Princess?" he gently prodded. "Don't you want to marry me?"

"Of course I want to marry you," she replied without hesitation, a frown causing her lips to curve. "What makes you think I don't want to get married?"

"You get this momentary panicked look in your eyes sometimes," he told her, running his fingers through her raven hair. "Is there something that you're not telling me?"

"Like what?"

"Like are you worried that your gods are going to suddenly show up and try to stop the wedding?" he questioned her. "I'm not going to be struck by lightning for marrying an Amazon Princess am I? I don't want to be turned into a fried Batman by Zeus."

"No," she reassured him with an amused chuckle. "If they were going to interfere, they would've done it long before now. I'm pretty certain that you're safe."

A worried look washed over Bruce's face as his mind took him to a dark place that made his insides twist painfully with dread. "Is something going to happen to you on our wedding day?" he demanded to know, his body growing tense with fear as hovered over her. "Are you going to lose your powers or become mortal the second they pronounce us husband and wife?"

"No, Bruce!" she insisted, her hands slipping up to touch his angular jaw, stroking along his cheeks before sliding up into his hair. She lifted her head off the bed, pressing her lips to his in a reassuring kiss. "I promise everything is going to be perfect on our special day. Nothing bad is going to happen to me or you.

"We're going to get married, have a wonderful reception with our friends and family, and then go on our honeymoon where absolutely nothing is going to keep me from doing everything that I want to do to you for a whole week."

A lustful gleam flashed in his eyes as his lips slanted greedily over hers, his hips bucking into hers. He swallowed her groan as she gripped his hair in her hands, her tongue finding his in a playful duel as he molded his body to hers once more.

"Bruce…" Diana suddenly gasped in admonition as his mouth slowly trailed down her neck to her chest. "I…Sweet Aphrodite! I have to get up. I have monitor duty in an hour."

"Plenty of time, Princess," he huskily decided as he continued to kiss a tortuous path down her perfect body.

XXX

Bruce looked at his Rolex for the tenth time in about thirty seconds, a fierce scowl gracing his face. He shoved his hands into his pockets as he began pacing, a low rumble of indecipherable curses forming in his throat.

"Relax, Bruce," Dick absentmindedly told him as he played on his cell phone, amused by his surrogate father's anxiety. "He'll be here before you know it."

"He's already ten minutes late," Bruce grumbled, pulling his hand out of his pants pocket to check his watch again.

"Patience, Master Bruce," Alfred reminded him. "I'm sure that he must have gotten tied up in some matter of importance. He knows how important this is to you and Miss Diana."

"If he's not here in the next five minutes, I'm replacing him," he growled as he continued his pacing.

"Awesome!" Tim exclaimed from his perch on the arm of the couch. "Can I be your best man?"

"Hey, dork!" Dick said, with a frown, punching him in the arm. "I'm next in line to be best man."

"Ouch!" Tim muttered, glaring at him as he rubbed his arm.

"Neither of you are going to be my best man," Bruce announced in annoyance.

Just then the door flew open, a stiff breeze causing the tuxes and suites on the numerous racks to flutter from the abrupt invasion. The affable reporter from the Daily Planet in Metropolis was suddenly standing before them, adjusting his glasses before moving to fix his crooked tie.

"Sorry, guys," Clark sheepishly apologized, casting a nervous glance at Bruce who was glaring bat daggers at him at that moment. "Something kind of came up."

"Was it Lois?" Dick quipped with a smirk.

A faint flush suffused the reporter's cheeks. "No, it was not," he maintained. "It was just a little emergency that needed handling."

"Right," Bruce stated with a dark frown. "Can we just get this done?"

"Are we all ready for your fitting?" Genevieve asked as she came around the corner, clasping her hands together in excitement that none of them felt at that moment.

"Yes, we're all finally here, Gen," Bruce stated with a forced smile as he shot a side-long glare at his best man.

"I said I was sorry," Clark muttered under his breath with a huff and a roll of his eyes.

"Don't worry about it," Dick reassured him as he leaned in close and grasped hold of his shoulder. "He's just got his Bat boxers in a bundle."

Clark bit his lip to stifle the laugh that begged for release as they followed Genevieve towards the back where four changing rooms awaited them. "Why?" he whispered. "What's wrong?"

"He's anxious about the wedding," he told him. "He just wants everything to absolutely perfect for Di. He's also been really worried about her lately."

"We all are," Clark murmured more to himself than to Dick as he entered the changing room Genevieve was directing him to.

Closing the door behind him, Bruce immediately began loosening his tie as nervousness created a flutter in the pit of his stomach. It swam with the dread that hadn't left him since the feeling that something bad was going to happen had settled over him a couple of days ago. Unfortunately, that feeling was only growing stronger, not diminishing.

He decided that he was going to have to make a visit to Arkham to make sure that Luthor and Grodd as well as the rest of the inmates were model citizens. He hoped that a little proactive reconnaissance would help ease his fears some.

Maybe if he put some fear into Luthor, he'd behave himself at least until he'd gotten back from his honeymoon. He thought about having Superman pay a special visit to Lex while he and Diana were away just to make sure that he wasn't up to anything again.

Sitting down on the small bench in the changing room, Bruce began untying his dress shoes when Dick's voice cut through his distracted thoughts. "Hey, Bruce," his surrogate son called. "You know you're at our mercy in less than two weeks."

"And why exactly would that be?" Bruce grumbled his response.

"Bachelor party!" Tim exclaimed, his excitement more than evident.

Bruce audibly groaned as laughter and snickers spilled from the other three dressing rooms next to his. "Come on, Bruce," Clark cajoled him. "It won't be that bad. I promise it'll be fun. You will most definitely enjoy what we have planned for you."

"Somehow that doesn't sound very comforting," Bruce groused as he removed his pants.

"It's going to be awesome!" Tim yelled from three doors down.

"Now, I'm really worried if you're that excited about it, Tim," the billionaire announced.

"I promise we'll have you back and in one piece in time for your funeral…I mean wedding," Dick teased.

"Yah, we're all too afraid of what Diana would do to us if we don't," Clark called out as he attempted to adjust the suspenders that went with his tux.

A smirk formed on Bruce's face as he pictured Diana going Amazon warrior on all three of them. It was definitely leverage he could use against them. "I guess we better not have a bachelor's party then just to be safe," he suggested to a chorus of boos and yells of protest. "We wouldn't want to upset Diana right now especially after everything she's already been through."

"Alright, there is far too much chatter and not enough dressing going on, men," Alfred interrupted, coming to his charge's rescue…at least for the moment. He definitely wasn't planning on rescuing him from his planned party.

"Ugh!" Dick cried. "Do we really have to wear bowties?"

"What is this thing?" Tim yelled.

"What you talking about, Tim?" Clark asked.

"This long black thing," Tim growled in frustration.

"I believe you are referring to your cummerbund, Master Timothy," Alfred informed him. "If you will please come out, I'll teach you how to put it on."

"Thanks, Alfred," Tim called out. "You'll have to wait a few minutes though because I'm still in my socks and boxers."

"What have you been doing this whole time?" Dick yelled in amazement.

"Hey, give me a break!" Tim fired back. "I've never worn a tux before!"

Just then Genevieve returned just as Bruce stepped out of his dressing room. "My, my, Mr. Wayne," Gen gushed, placing her hand against her chest in admiration. "You look positively dashing."

"Thank you, Gen," he said with a smile as he smoothed his hands over the front of his jacket. "Let's just hope the bride will agree."

"I'm most certain she will," Gen reassured him, beaming with excitement. "Speaking of Miss Diana, she and her bridesmaids are due to come in for their final fitting in a few days and I must say you will most definitely be blown away by how exquisite she looks in her wedding dress. You won't be able to take your eyes off of her."

"He already can't keep his eyes off of her," Clark interjected as he stepped out of his changing room.

"Or his hands," Dick chimed in, coming to stand beside the Kryptonian.

Bruce shot them both a glare which they ignored as Gen covered her mouth to contain a giggle. "It's more than obvious how much in love the two of you are. You can see it in both of your eyes."

Clark leaned in close to whisper in Bruce's ear, a knowing smile on his lips. "Or the bruise on your neck."

"Funny," Bruce ground out, clenching his jaw tightly.

Gen immediately set to work; measuring and marking any adjustments that she was going to need to make to the tuxes as Alfred helped Tim put on his cummerbund. Dick stood next to Clark waiting, checking his messages on his phone as he waited his turn with Gen.

Genevieve had Bruce step up onto a box with the three-way mirror as she continued to check every single detail. Staring at the image reflecting back at him, he could hardly believe that he was getting married – the playboy billionaire, the Prince of Gotham. The number one most available bachelor in the world was officially going to be off the market.

If truth be told, he hadn't even been on the market, not with the dual life that he led…the state that his damaged heart had been in before letting the beautiful Amazon into it, the only woman who could possibly love the real him.

And he was not marrying just a woman, but an immortal Amazon Princess. She was the most beautiful, most amazing woman in the world. Why she had ever chosen to fall in love with him was still beyond his comprehension, but he had long ago given up trying to understand it, finally deciding to just accept it.

Diana was going to his for as long as there was breath in his body and he was not about to allow anything get in the way of that.