TITLE: Mind Control

AUTHOR: LOTSlover

CHARACTERS: Batman / Wonder Woman

RATING: T

WARNINGS: Author Chooses Not to Use Warnings

DISCLAIMER: I love Justice League, but especially Batman and Wonder Woman. Unfortunately, I do not own the characters and, if I did, things would be much different for them.

SUMMARY: Set during the ep "For the Man Who has Everything", Bruce is forced to face his past while struggling to decide what he wants for his future. BMWW.

Mind Control

Bruce gritted his teeth and clenched his jaw, his fingers clutching the armrests of his seat in a death grip. His mind was desperately trying to figure out how the Amazon Princess had managed to talk him into this. Right now, though, he was just trying to make sure that his lunch didn't make a reappearance.

He had been fairly certain that the words "no" and "not going to happen" had been uttered multiple times and yet he still found himself in her invisible jet as his way to the Fortress of Solitude, hoping against hope that he survived the flight.

He was beginning to wish that he had insisted on flying them there instead of relinquishing full control to her. She always managed to do that to him, getting him to do things that he normally would never do or that no one else was capable of getting him to agree to…except for maybe Alfred.

He swallowed back a startled groan as Diana suddenly veered to the right, his stomach heading directly into his boots. He was beginning to think that she was doing this to him on purpose as some sort of payback for something that he had done to make her mad. That was always a definite possibility.

She was probably testing him to see if she could scare senseless, but he refused to play her game. He was going to remain calm and collected even if she was trying to kill him for some indiscretion that he couldn't rightly recall at that moment.

He closed his eyes, performing a couple of meditation breathing exercises in hopes of calming his racing heart. It didn't work, especially as she made a hard turn with the plane. "A little sharp on the turn don't you think?" he uttered, his voice stoic.

"Sorry if I scared you," she teased with a playful lilt, pursing her lips.

Bruce looked at her with an unimpressed glare, Diana glancing back at him with a small smirk dancing on her red lips. She turned her attention back to the flight, her plane slicing through the water with ease before finally rising to the surface inside of Superman's fortress.

Unbuckling their seatbelts, Diana reached for her wrapped gift before exiting her plane, Batman following close behind. "What did you get him?" Batman asked her as they made their way through the Fortress of Solitude.

"I'm not saying anything," Diana told him with a low voice as she cast a sidelong glance at him. "He'll hear and spoil the surprise."

"He can hear that too," Bruce reminded her.

"How about you?" she asked.

"He's not the easiest person in the world to buy birthday presents for," Bruce told her, producing an envelope from inside his cape.

Diana stared at the white envelope in stunned disbelief, her jaw falling open. "Bruce," she scolded him. "You didn't get him a gift certificate?"

"No," Bruce claimed as he slipped the envelope back into his utility belt. "Cash."

Diana momentarily stopped, surprised by his choice of gifts before following him up the steps. "I mean what do you buy for the man who has everything?" Bruce asked her.

Reaching the top of the stairs, Diana and Bruce found their friend standing there staring straight ahead of him with a glassy look in his eyes, a purple creature attached to his chest. Diana dropped her gift without a second thought, running towards him with Batman right beside her.

"Looks like some kind of plant…seems to be growing through his costume…and into his body," Batman surmised as he quickly surveyed the situation, the detective fully kicking in.

"Is he breathing?" she asked, almost afraid of the answer.

"Barely."

"Someone must have breached the fortress," she decided.

"Agreed," he said, his mind already processing the scene. "Have a look around."

Diana flew off, anxious to find some much needed answers as to what had happened to their friend while Bruce continued to examine Clark. He withdrew a flashlight from his utility belt, flashing it in Superman's eyes. "Pupils aren't contracting even slightly," Batman muttered to himself. "He must be cut off from all sensation."

"Kent…where are you?"

Not receiving an answer, Batman began to look around the area, finding a container lying on the ground at Superman's feet. "So…it was a gift," Batman said to himself as he picked up the container to inspect it. "Teleported here from some alien culture…some grateful world…or someone wanting you to think they were grateful."

"How remarkable," a voice suddenly pierced the silence of the Fortress of Solitude. "You animals really are almost intelligent, aren't you?"

Batman looked up to see Mongul standing at the top of the stairs, Diana's limp body gripped in his left hand. The sight nearly stopped Bruce's heart beating altogether, desperation to get to her rising up from within and threatening to cut off his air, but he knew he had to play this right or he'd kill her before he could even reach her.

"That's exactly what happened," Mongul confirmed in that repulsive tone of his.

"Mongul," Batman said with a biting sneer.

"You recognize me," Mongul drawled, his free hand coming to momentarily rest on his chest in mock gratitude. "I'm flattered. I suppose Superman told you all about our previous encounter."

"You mean how he humiliated you?"

"A jaundiced account," he spat out as he continued to hold Wonder Woman's limp body in his hand, up her up to show Batman how easily he defeated her. "What inferior specimens he surrounds himself with. I took her down before she even knew I was there and I'll take this planet just as easily."

Diana's eyes pop open at that moment, her left boot connecting with Mongul's chin. He instantly dropped her as he hit the floor, Diana landing gracefully on her feet. "Maybe not as easily as you think," she spat out with disdain. "We inferior specimens call it 'playing opossum'."

She immediately assumed a battle stance, ready to take him down when Batman abruptly ran in front of her to block her. "No," he firmly stated.

"No?" she questioned him in shock.

Mongul slowly walked closer to them, a smug grin on his face. "Clearly the males on this world are the smart ones. He wants to know about the plant. The Black Mercy is a telepathic species," he explained. "It reads the heart's desire and feeds the individual a totally convincing simulation."

"So, he's dreaming," Batman surmised.

"Oh, far deeper than any dream," Mongul continued, taking Superman's chin in his large hand and gripping it firmly as he gazed into his glassy eyes. "I wonder where he thinks he is. Sitting on a throne…ruling the universe, all you human garbage falling at his feet. More honest don't you think then this pretense of being a selfless hero?"

With a cry of pure rage, Diana flew like a missile straight at Mongul, her fists repeatedly slamming into his face and causing Mongul to stagger back. Diana groaned as she looked down at her hands, stunned by the horrific pain that coursed through her. Batman was at her side in an instant, his hand on her arm as they looked down to find all her fingers broken.

"You don't understand," Mongul said as he stalked towards them. "He was the only obstacle in my way. The rest of you are already dead."

Diana wasn't about to let a few broken bones keep her from stopping this monster or from saving her friend. She flew into action, taking on Mongul and dodging his wild swings at her. Unfortunately, she was unable to dodge every punch as his fist connected with her jaw, a sickening crack echoing throughout the fortress.

Batman wasn't about to let Diana fight alone, afraid of what the alien would do to her. He raced into the fight, jumping on Mongul's back and wrapping his arms around his neck. Mongul grabbed him by the head, flipping him off his back like he would swat away an offensive bug. Batman rolled across the rocky ground several times before coming to a stop against the back of Superman's legs.

Bruce grabbed his sides with a groan, trying to catch his breath as Mongul stalked towards him. He didn't think that his ribs were broken, but they were definitely bruised…possible hairline fractures. If he wasn't careful, though, they would be the least of his worries if Mongul got his hands on him again.

Diana charged at Mongul from behind, refusing to allow him to lay another finger on Bruce. She grabbed him from behind, wrapping her arms around his waist. Batman watched in amazement as Diana bent completely backwards in a suplex move, throwing Mongul behind her and into the ground. Unfortunately, it did little to slow him down.

"How nice of you to volunteer…to be the first of your race to die," Mongul said with an evil gleam in his red eyes as he focused on Diana.

With a growl, he raced towards her, backhanding her hard across the face and sending her flying into a stone pillar that crumbled into a million pieces on impact. It did little slow her down, however, as she continued to fly through a rock wall before disappearing from sight.

Batman grunted softly as he lifted himself to his feet, his worry for Diana skyrocketing as Mongul started to make his way towards the hole in the wall that she had just been thrown through. Bruce knew that not even Diana was going to be able to survive this fight with Mongul much longer. He had to find a way to stop the ruler of War World before he killed her.

He made his way back around to Superman, knowing he was the only one capable of stopping Mongul. He pulled out a laser from his utility belt, attempting to burn the Black Mercy off his friend's chest only to have his attempt fail.

The sound Diana's pain-filled cry and the feel of the fortress shuddering from the battle being waged in the next room caused Bruce's heart to leap into his throat. He had to stop this now before Mongul took her away from him forever.

"He'll kill her, Clark," he furiously growled, helplessness clawing at his insides. "Then, he'll kill us all. Shake it off…come back to us…please."

Another violent hit by Mogul sent Diana flying back through another rock wall and into the weapon's room. Gathering her senses, she quickly reached for the gun she found lying on the ground, picking it up and pointing it directly at Mongul.

"Oh dear," Mongul taunted, holding his hands up in mock surrender and fear. "Is that a Neural Impactor? I didn't know they were still making those. I'd advise you to try the plasma disrupter. It's more of a woman's weapon."

"Go…to…" Diana began ground out, unable to finish the sentence as the gun discharged, hitting him square in the chest.

Mongul crossed his arms, pushing against the force of the powerful beam. He was more than intent on getting his hands on the Amazon and making her pay dearly. Diana was stunned as he slowly inched his way closer and closer, a wicked grin plastered on his face. Nothing she tried was working.

Batman tried everything he could think of, using every weapon in his utility belt in order to bring Superman out of the simulation he was currently trapped in. He needed to free him before Mongul killed Diana. He was already afraid of the extent of the injuries she'd sustained thus far. They needed to get her out of here and back to the Watchtower for help before it was too late.

"Nothing's working!" Batman yelled in frustration, throwing his instrument on the ground in a fit of fury.

A loud blast captured Batman's attention once more, causing him to look up with a faint tremor of relief. "She's in the Hall of Weapons. That'll buy her time, but not enough," he muttered to himself, knowing that he had to act quickly if he was going to save her.

"She's fighting for her life, Clark," Batman told him, grabbing him roughly by the shoulders. "You have to fight too."

Mongul ripped the weapon out of Diana's hands, swiftly grabbing her by the throat with both hands. She got a single punch in, but it wasn't nearly enough as he began to choke her. She delivered a kick to his chest, but it did little to slow him down. He tightened his grip on her throat as he slammed her down into the stone floor.

"First, I'll kill you…and the Bat," he taunted her. "And then I'll take this planet."

"You…won't…win…" Diana managed to choke out as he tightened his hold on her throat, robbing her of precious air as he slowly choked her. She grabbed hold of his forearms in an attempt to stop him, but it was useless. He was going to kill her and then he was going to kill Bruce. She couldn't allow that to happen.

"Of course, I will," he told her.

He picked her up by her head, lifting her high up in the air before slamming her hard into the floor again. She cried out as the heel of his boot came crashing down on her. The feel of her bones breaking from the assault was a faint echo in the back of her mind as she tasted blood in her mouth, darkness quickly taking her away from the fight.

Batman pulled at the Black Mercy's tentacles, gritting his teeth and noticing the sudden change in Clark's expression. "Yes…that's it," he encouraged him, hope springing anew. Unfortunately, it was deathly quiet in the other room, causing panic to pound through his veins. "Fight it, Clark. Fight it!"

Batman yelled triumphantly as the Black Mercy suddenly released its victim…only to immediately latch onto a new one. He cried out as the tendrils of the Black Mercy latched onto him, piercing his uniform and skin. He stumbled and fell to his knees as he was abruptly sucked into the grips of his deepest heart's desire.

His parents came into view as well as his eight-year-old self as they left the movie theater that he knew all too well. The fierce excitement of the movie still thrummed wildly through his veins as they turned down the dark alley.

"Beware of my terrible sword!" young Bruce cried as he made slashes at the night air with his imaginary sword.

The gunman suddenly appeared in the alley, but this time, his dad fought back. Bruce cheered him on as his father began to beat the punk with a gun, taking him down with punishing blows. As he stood with his mother watching his father take down the gunman, he knew in his heart that this was the way that it should've been.

Superman felt as if he was awakening from a surreal dream, one that he never wanted to leave, but somehow knew that he must. Hearing the sounds of battle, he turned and flew through the hole in the wall as Diana struggled to lift herself up out of the broken ground on trembling limbs, her broken body threatening to betray her.

She gritted her teeth, the desperate need to keep Mongul from getting to Bruce and Kal driving her every move, her every breath, driving her past the searing pain and broken bones. She was an Amazon and she would fight to the bitter end, never surrendering in the face of adversity.

She attempted to clear the lingering cobwebs from her brain, her hand coming to her forehead as she tried to gather herself. Mongul loomed large over her, a deadly spear raised over his head in preparation of going for the kill. He was more than anxious to end this so he continue on with his plans for world domination.

Seeing Mongul standing over Diana ready to end her life further inflamed Superman's anger, causing him to fly faster. He slammed straight into Mongul, saving Diana as he took on the alien monster that was now his to stop.

Diana slowly crawled her way over broken stone and gravel, clawing her way out of the weapons' room with what little strength she had left. She had to find Bruce and make sure that he was all right. If anything happened to him, she'd never forgive herself.

She finally spotted him kneeling on the floor, locked in a trance. Holding her sides, Diana managed to get to her feet, stumbling towards Batman. Fear quickly began to build inside of her, worried about what she was about to find.

As she drew closer, she spotted the purple tentacles wrapped around his chest, the dreamy smile on his cowled face that was so incongruent with the man and the hero that she knew. "Hera, no," she gasped in shock before determination and fury filled her blue eyes.

She began pulling on the tendrils, refusing to allow him to be taken away from her. She screamed his name, her desperation and panic rising with every second that passed by. She had a feeling she already knew what his heart's desire was. It hurt her deeply knowing she was going to have to tear him free him it, erasing that smile that adorned his face.

Diana groaned as she pulled on the tendrils with all her might, silently praying that Hera would give her the strength she needed to save the man that she cared for the most. She gritted her teeth against the pain that lanced through her body, refusing to give up as the tendrils began to release its victim.

Bruce fell to the ground with a grunt, coming out of the dreamlike state to find a battered and bloody Diana fighting against the Black Mercy intent on ensnaring its next victim. He raced towards he as he shoved aside the overwhelming sense of sorrow and anguish that held him in its tight grip. He was not about to let Diana go through the pain he had just endured.

Diana managed to leap to her feet, keeping the Black Mercy away from her body. She staggered to the hole in the wall that lead to Superman and Mongul, more than determined to put an end to this nightmare. "Excuse me…but I think this is yours," Diana called, throwing the Black Mercy directly at Mongul.

Batman, Wonder Woman, and Superman watched as Mongul succumbed to the simulation created by the Black Mercy, each lost in their own thoughts about what had transpired here today. It had definitely not been the birthday gathering that they had thought it was going to be.

Diana gingerly walked over to her gift, opening it up and removing the present that she had brought him. He probably didn't want anything to do with it now. "This…this was your birthday present…a new breed of rose called the Krypton," she tentatively told him, carefully holding the pink flower in her hand. She wished now that she had gotten him something else for his birthday. "But…"

"Don't worry about it," Kal told her with a smile, taking the beautiful flower and holding it to his nose before gazing up at the statues of his parents. "I promise you…I'll never forget."

The trio turned their attention to Mongul lying on the ground with a serene expression gracing his face. "I wonder what he's seeing," Diana murmured more to herself than the other two.

"Whatever it is…it's too good for him," Batman growled with a razor-sharp edge to his voice, the fury coursing through him vying with the overwhelming anguish he still felt.

Glancing at the Amazon beside him, Bruce knew that he needed to rein in his own feelings, burying them and locking them away to deal with later. She needed help right now. She could barely stand, her legs threatening to give out on her.

"Come on, princess," he softly said, his left arm slipping around her waist. "You've had more than enough fun for one day. Let's get you back to the Watchtower."

"I'm…really sorry, guys," Superman apologized as he rubbed the back of his neck. "I should've known it was some sort of trap."

"You had no way of knowing, Kal," Diana gently told him, placing her hand on his forearm.

The gesture along with the name of endearment prickled Bruce's anger, his jaw clenching with jealousy. "Let's hope next year's birthday is less exciting than this one was," Batman said, turning Diana away from the Kryptonian and towards her waiting jet.

"We can come back later to help you clean up," Diana offered as Clark escorted them back to her plane.

"No, you guys saved my life," he replied. "I can take care of all of this. Besides, I need to get rid of Mongul first."

Bruce helped Diana into her invisible jet, being careful of her countless cuts and bruises. He was pretty certain she had several broken bones as well as internal bleeding, but they wouldn't know the extent of her injuries until he got her back to the infirmary.

"Thanks, guys," Clark said. "I'll see you at the Founders' meeting tomorrow."

Batman silently nodded in response as he pushed the button that closed the hatch of the plane before turning his attention to the Amazon. "I'm flying home," he stated, his voice broking no room for argument.

"Bruce," she began with a sigh as he helped her into the passenger seat that he had occupied on the flight here. "I'm still capable of flying us back to the Watchtower."

"First, you nearly got me killed on the way here," he reminded her. "Second, you nearly got yourself killed fighting Mongul. I'll fly us back."

Bruce slid into the pilot seat and started the plane, his mind consumed with too many thoughts and emotions…too many things that he typically kept locked away now swarming through him. He guided the jet out of the fortress before setting the coordinates for the Watchtower, turning on the automatic pilot.

Retrieving the med kit that he'd seen earlier, he settled into the backseat across from Diana. She was leaning back in her seat, her eyes closed. Despite the brutal beating she'd taken, she still managed to steal his breath and stir his desire.

He watched her for several long moments, memories of his experience with the Black Mercy assaulting him like continual crashing waves attempting to drown him. He had seen his parents. They were alive and with him, but it hadn't been real…none of it was real except for her.

She was the most real thing in his life, anchoring him when he felt as if he was adrift. The sound of her voice pleading with him to come back had broken the Black Mercy's mind control. She had saved him. Even though she was badly injured, Diana had risked everything to save him.

"Princess," he softly called her name.

Her eyelids fluttered open, her sleepy gaze falling on him. "I'm sorry," she murmured with a faint smile. "I just have dozed off."

"I'm going to clean up some of these wounds," he told her, his voice and expression emotionless.

"It'll be okay," she attempted to reassure him as she shifted in her seat to turn towards him, grimacing with the movement. She hurt from head to toe, not one part of her immune from the pain. "I'm sure I'll be better in a couple of days."

"I don't care if you'll be better in a couple of hours," he replied. "I'm still going to treat your injuries."

"Has anyone ever told you that you're a very stubborn man?" she asked in annoyance, but the twinkle in her tired eyes belied her harsh tone.

The corner of his lips twitched minutely as he began to dab antiseptic on the cut on her right cheekbone. "Never," he deadpanned without missing a beat despite the knot of dread that still swam in the pit of his stomach. "You're the first."

Diana chuckled in response, immediately regretting it as her arm moved to brace her sides. "Bruce, don't…make me…laugh," she told him, trying to catch the breath the pain stole from her.

"Sorry," he murmured with a frown. He hated seeing her in pain like this. Mongul had really worked her over and yet here she was with a smile on her lips, still looking as beautiful and attractive to him as ever before.

"Don't be," she teased with a grin, remembering the kiss they'd shared in that Indian restaurant. It was almost all she could think about since then. "I've had worse, Bruce."

"You took one hell of a beating, princess," he evenly stated, refusing to make eye contact with her. He didn't want her questioning him about what he had seen in the simulation nor did he want her to know how deeply it had affected him…or how much it hurt him to see her so battered like this. "You're lucky to be alive."

"I'm sure your ribs are screaming at you too," she pointed out. "Want to compare bruises?"

Bruce couldn't help but stared at her. She truly was an incredible woman, one that had been steadying working her way through his every defense and into his heart. He could feel his anger and pain begin to lessen as he cleaned the wound on her forehead, the anguish of losing his parents all over again diminishing a little. Only she could ever do something like that for him.

"Maybe later," he muttered.

He did his best to focus on cleaning her injuries and taking care of her, but it was growing more than difficult with her close proximity and the way that she was intently watching him as he worked. He couldn't help wondering if she had been thinking of that heated kiss they'd shared when they had been on the run. It continually filled his dreams and haunted his sleep, making him long for more of her…much more.

He gently brushed her long, raven curls back over her shoulder so he could treat the deep abrasion on her shoulder. Noticing bits of stone imbedded in the wound, he pulled back, removing his gauntlets and shoving his cowl off to rest against his back.

"I think we're going to have to up our sparring schedule," he told her as he took a pair of tweezers from the medical kit.

"Why is that?" she asked, hoping that he couldn't hear how her heart was starting to hammer in her chest as he leaned in close and began digging the tiny bits of stone out of her wound.

"I need to teach you how to duck and roll more," he replied with a husky rasp that had been unintended.

Diana couldn't suppress the shiver that rolled through her with the feel of his warm breath fanning across her skin, his free hand coming to rest against the side of her neck and jaw. Without even thinking, she found herself leaning into this touch as he dug out the pieces of rubble, fighting the urge to close her eyes.

"I know…how to duck and roll," she insisted with an airy quality to her voice that made Bruce's uniform pants tighten.

Bruce struggled against the overwhelming urge to turn his head even a fraction, knowing that if he did his defenses would completely crumble and he'd give in to what he wanted—his second heart's desire. He wanted her.

"I'm sorry, Bruce," she softly said.

Taken aback by her words, he turned to look at her, his brow furrowing. Her lips were a breath away from his, causing a shiver of desire to race up his spine. "For what?" he asked her.

"For not getting the Black Mercy off you sooner," she replied. "I know what you saw must have hurt you deeply. I'm so sorry that I had to tear that world apart in order to save you."

Bruce stared at her in stunned disbelief, his eyes falling to her lips that he was aching to taste again. He felt his grip on the tweezers tightening and snapping them in two, rendering them useless. Her hand moved to cup his cheek, causing what little self-control he still possessed to snap in two.

Later, he'd blame his desire to kiss her on the emotional toll that the Black Mercy had taken on him, but right now, he had to taste her, to feel her soft lips once again and know sweet comfort that only she could give him if but for only a few short moments.

He slowly closed the distance between them, their lips lightly grazing in a tentative brush that only hinted at the blinding heat that simmered beneath the surface, desperate to erupt and set them both aflame with what they felt for each other. He kissed her gently, almost reverently, afraid of scaring her off and yet knowing deep down nothing more could ever come from this.

He tried to tell himself it was just an innocent kiss shared between friends, a kiss of gratitude and reassurance that she was safe, but he was lying to himself as well as to her. There was absolutely nothing friendly about he was feeling or thinking as he allowed himself this one moment of weakness, this guilty pleasure.

Instead, his mind was filled with lust and desire and passion and…love.

"Watchtower to Wonder Woman," Steel hailed them. "You are cleared to board the Watchtower."

Bruce and Diana pulled apart, both of them quickly looking about as if forgetting where they were. Bruce immediately put some much needed distance between them, pulling his cowl back over his face to conceal his identity and shield his emotions from her.

It was also a silent yet visible sign to Diana that his walls were going up in rapid succession. She immediately reached out as he began to stand to his feet, putting her hand on his arm and stopping him from moving away from her. "Bruce…" she softly said his name.

He paused to look at her, guilt swelling in his chest as he noticed the confusion and hurt that lingered in her blue eyes. In his selfish attempt to find some sort of comfort in her, he had led her on and hurt her, made her believe that there could be something more between them.

"I need to get you to the infirmary, princess," he evenly stated, swallowing hard as he squared his shoulders, lifting his chin. "Then, I need to return to Gotham. I've been gone for too long."

Her hand fell away from his forearm as she fought back her disappointment. He was going to brush this aside, pretend that nothing had just happened, but she knew different. He had kissed her this time, showing her that there was definitely something growing between them.

She hadn't dreamed up the passion that she had felt when he had returned her kiss in that Indian restaurant, hadn't imagined the attraction that they shared was so electric. While his refusal to acknowledge it now frustrated and angered her, it also gave her a measure of hope. She was not about to give up on him now.

"I'm fine, Bruce," she firmly stated as she forced her battered body to her feet, her legs threatening to give out on her, but she ignored it. "Go ahead and return to Gotham."

Stunned, Bruce watched her as she slid into the pilot's seat, guiding the jet into the Javelin Bay. Turning the engine off, she opened the hatch, using her power of flight to lift herself out of the plane. Batman followed her with a frown, not liking this one bit.

"Diana, I'm taking you to the infirmary," he insisted. "You're in shape to—"

"No, thank you," she coolly interrupted him, doing her best to keep the physical pain that she was feeling from reaching her face as she turned to look at him. "I'm going back to my quarters to get a shower and some sleep. I'll see you at the meeting tomorrow."

Batman watched in silence as she exited the Javelin Bay, wondering what had just happened. He could tell that she was trying to mask her pain from him, to keep him from worrying about her, but why? She didn't even try to argue with him when he refused to talk about the kiss they'd just shared.

Had the kiss meant so little to her…or had it only cemented in her mind that she needed to pursue this with him?

Shaking his head, Bruce made his way to his waiting Batwing, knowing that he could never allow himself to falter like this ever again. He couldn't think about her right now despite how much that kiss had affected him. He had too much going on in Gotham. He needed to focus on his mission, not the Princess of the Amazons that was beginning to consume his heart and mind.

The Black Mercy had been in control of his mind, but he knew that she was beginning to gain control over his heart and he had absolutely no idea what he was going to do about it.

A/N: I have been dying to get to this episode as well as Kids Stuff and This Little Piggy. This is where things are really going to ramp up between Bruce & Diana and I can hardly wait! I hope you enjoyed this version of For the Man Who Has Everything. I was really happy with how it turned out and hope you are too! :)

UP NEXT: You pick - Do you want me to write a fic based on the ep Hawk & Dove with a jealous Bruce not the least bit happy about Diana going on a mission with the brothers OR do you want me to skip it and move on to Kids Stuff? Let me know! :)