TITLE: Do You Mind

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 episode Once and Future Thing, Part I, Bruce finds himself in the midst of a dilemma that he has difficulty admitting to. BMWW

Do You Mind

Bruce stared up at the ceiling of his bedroom, his thoughts consumed with too many things starting with Diana and ending with Cronos. The day had certainly turned out far different from what he had planned it to be. What had started out as lunch with John and his attempt to deny a romantic relationship with Diana had turned into a race into the past to stop a time traveling madman.

He was certain that John suspected far more was going on between him and Diana despite his best efforts to persuade him otherwise. Damn Marine. He should just stick to worrying about his own love life and the two women he couldn't chose between despite his objections otherwise instead of worrying about whether or not he was sleeping with Wonder Woman.

He was going to have to warn Diana to be extra careful, to make sure that they remained strictly professional at all times especially around John. Lantern was going to be watching them like a hawk, determined to catch them doing something that would help confirm his suspicions.

Bruce blew out a frustrated sigh, rolling onto his side as sleep eluded him. He needed to focus on finding a way to stop Cronos. He feared what could happen if the timeline was disrupted any more than it already had been, the extent of the devastation that would occur if it continued to be tampered with.

Hopefully, they would be able to get a good jump on him in the morning, tracking Cronos down and stopping him before he destroyed history and altered everyone's future beyond repair. He shuddered to think of the travesty that could occur if they didn't find him soon.

With an angry huff, Bruce turned over onto his other side. He refused to contemplate the reason for his insomnia. It wasn't that he was immune to insomnia. In fact, it was a plight that afflicted him from time to time, usually when he was absorbed in a case that he was trying to solve. The problem was that it was becoming a little more frequent and he had a feeling he knew the reason why. He just wasn't quite ready to admit it yet.

He propped himself up on an elbow, tilting his head slightly as he listened closely. Diana was sleeping in the room between his and John's. Knowing that she was sleeping just on the other side of the very thin wall that separated them did nothing to help him in the least.

Hearing nothing, he flopped back down, slamming his eyelids shut in an effort to get some sleep before resuming their search in the morning. The problem was that he couldn't stop thinking about a certain Amazon or how great she had looked in that western gear.

She had certainly worn it very well, far better than he had thought that she would. Only Diana could pull off wearing men's clothes like that and make it look that sexy. Of course, she would be sexy to him in a burlap sack and flipflops.

With a growl, Bruce sat up, punching his pillow in an effort to find a comfortable position to finally fall asleep. Unfortunately, he knew there was only one solution to his problem and he was not about to admit to it or do something about it.

He would not allow himself to become that dependent on anyone. He was the Dark Knight of Gotham. He was vengeance…he was the night…he was so screwed, and he knew it. Burying his head in his pillow, he wondered how in hell he had gotten to this point.

He had done this most of his life, only sharing his bed with a few women over the years for a night or two at a time. It had never been a problem before. Why was it such an issue now? There had to be a reason that he couldn't sleep, more than just because of a certain Amazon.

She really didn't have that strong of hold on him…did she?

Grumbling a string of curses, Bruce threw the covers off himself before climbing out of bed. He silently made his way to his door, opening it and peeking his head out into the hallway. Looking both ways, he made a beeline for Diana's room next to his, dressed in nothing but his boxer briefs.

He carefully opened the door, stepping inside to find Diana sleeping in her bed. She looked angelic lying on her side facing the doorway, a peaceful expression gracing her beautiful face. Her raven curls were a stark contrast to the white sheets, moonlight streaming in from the window behind her creating an ethereal glow around her.

"Bruce?" she murmured, sitting up and gazing at him with a sleepy look of concern. "Are you all right?"

"Do you mind if I sleep in your bed with you?" he softly asked, his expression sheepish as he stood in the doorway, his masculine frame silhouetted by the dim light of the hallway.

He watched as her lips curled into an understanding smile. His humiliation quickly dissipated as she pulled the covers back and scooted over, patting the empty space beside her. "I'd love it if you did," she told him.

Releasing the breath that he hadn't realized he was holding, he closed the door behind him before making his way to her bed. He climbed in next to her, pulling the covers over the both of them. Diana readily snuggled up against him, her body curling around his as she hooked her leg across one of his.

She released a contented sigh as her head rested against his chest, her hand lightly stroking his chest. "Trouble sleeping again?" she asked.

"Yah," he conceded, repeatedly running his fingers through her hair as he gazed up at the ceiling in thought. There was no denying the overwhelming sense of peace that he could feel drifting over him, confirming what he had feared was true.

"Better now?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Much," he confessed.

A long silence filled the room as they laid there tangled with one another and holding each other close. "I have to admit that I have trouble sleeping too when you're not here with me," she told him as she traced lazy circles on his chest, knowing that he was troubled by his need to have her in his bed with him in order to sleep.

"You do?" he questioned her, somewhat taken aback by the revelation.

"Yah, I do," she confirmed, sitting up enough to gaze down at him. "There's nothing wrong with it, Bruce. It doesn't make us weaker to need each other. I think it makes us stronger…brings us closer together."

He gazed up at her, his lips quirking into a lop-sided grin with her words. His hand moved up to cradle the back of her head, pulling her down into a sweet kiss that she readily returned as she shifted her body over his. His arms wrapped around her as he rolled her over onto her back, the desire for sleep abruptly vanishing in the wake of her body pressed against his.

In the room next door, John Stewart stared up at the ceiling with his fingers laced behind his head, wishing that Mari was here with him in his bed. He found that he missed her greatly, but, at the same time, he couldn't deny the way that Shayera still managed to linger in the recesses of his mind.

He had thought for certain that he had moved on from her, his heart healing and finding love with Vixen. However, Shayera shattered all of those beliefs with her return to the League. With her return, his feelings for her had come rushing back to the surface, threatening to overwhelm his heart once more.

He had told Bruce this morning that he was perfectly fine. He had reassured him that he was with Vixen now and that he and Shay were fine, but now he was beginning to think he was wrong as thoughts of Shay assaulted his mind and heart.

He glanced at the empty space in his bed, trying to figure out which woman he would prefer to have here with him—Mari or Shay. He knew it wasn't fair to either of them, but he was in love with both women.

He growled under his breath, flipping over onto his side as he tried to find a comfortable position and the much-needed sleep that eluded him. Closing his eyes, he released a weary sigh as he did his best to shut out all thoughts of the women who consumed his heart.

An unexpected tapping against the thin wall that separated his room from Diana's began softly, starting out slow and steady and gradually picking up speed and volume. It was soon followed by the sound of loudly creaking bed springs and moans of pleasure.

"Just respected colleagues my ass," John grumbled with a scowl, taking one of his pillows and covering his head with it in an effort to drown out the intrusive noise.

Unfortunately, the pillow did little to smother the passion that was burning brightly and growing stronger by the moment next door. He groaned as muffled words attempted to filter through, things that he really didn't want to be hearing. He felt like he was invading on their privacy, an innocent bystander being sucked into their most intimate moments.

A stifled cry signaled the end of the passionate activity next door, everything growing very quiet once more "Finally," he mumbled as he took his pillow away from his ear and placed it under his head once more.

He swore if they ever went on a mission together again, he was getting a room down the hall and away from them. While he was very happy that his two friends had finally given in to the sexual tension that had consumed them both for so long, he definitely didn't need to be a witness to their private activities.

This was definitely going to be awkward come morning when they met up for breakfast before heading out.

As sleep began to claim the Green Lantern, the steady tapping against the wall behind his headboard began in earnest all over again. "Ah, hell no," he growled to himself.

Sitting up, he pounded his fist against the wall and yelled, "Do you mind?"