To Guest: Cassie is part of Young Justice, and in the recent comics I don't think Diana has had any interaction with Cassie. So, they aren't connected at least here in my story.
To Guest: Nothing against baby showers, in my opinion it just seems more like a female celebration than a men's. It's just my personal opinion, nothing wrong with other people disagreeing with it.
To Guest: This takes place in the DC Rebirth era of DC Comics. In the beginning of the reboot WW had lost her way to Themyscira and couldn't find her way back. Leaving her and Donna the only Amazons in the world. Recently, Themyscira was in another dimension and Diana had reunited with her people.
Making the Best of It
Chapter 11
Wayne Manor
Following Diana's baby shower and Bruce's wounds had healed, the billionaire got to work on preparing a delivery suite for when Diana went into labor. He had already discussed it with her, and she seemingly agreed considering it was best for the baby.
He brought in all the necessary equipment for the suite. Gauze, linens, heart monitors, sonogram, everything they could possibly need.
Medical supplies such as scalpel and the like were all accounted for as well.
He even brought up some of the medical equipment from the cave as backups.
To say the suite was over prepared was an understatement.
Bruce adamantly left nothing to chance when it concerned his baby.
With the suite fully refurbished, there was only one thing left to do: pick a room for the nursery.
Weeks past and Diana's pregnancy continued to progress, her enlarged abdomen grew, reflecting her daughter's growth.
With the progression of the pregnancy brought all the other cons that came with it, swollen ankles, odd cravings and mood swings.
Woman had a mean temper when Bruce was distracted by something else when they were discussing the birth of their child.
The billionaire was astonished that Diana knew such vulgar insults.
Was she one of the first sailors in the world?
Or was she on a ship before they met? Was that where she picked up such remarks?
Anyway, more time pasted and Bruce with the aid of Dick had brought done the former's old crib from the mansion's attic.
"Careful," Bruce warned as the two were having difficulty navigating through the hallways of the house. The antique crib was still fully constructed, apparently his parents' chose to keep it fully constructed with plans to use it once more. Unfortunately, that never happened.
"Watch out!" Dick cried, as the crib narrowly missed scraping against the walls of the manor. If Alfred found out that they left such an ugly sight on the fine walls of the ancestral house, he'd have their heads.
"Are we almost there?" the younger man griped as the lifting was starting to ache his muscles and stress him out too much, worrying about ruining the walls or damaging something else.
"Almost," Bruce said, sounding strained, as moving the crib was getting to him as well.
They made a left turn and walked slowly down the main hall where Bruce and the proud mother-to-be dwelled.
"Straight down," Bruce instructed, as both men carefully shuffled through the doorway, which had its door removed for easier assess.
"Careful," the older man cried out, as the crib was a hard fit through the doorway, Dick complained about him worrying too much.
Gingerly, Dick made it through followed by Bruce and carefully set the crib down in the middle of the nursey.
The walls had already been painted a light sky blue with clouds on the walls of the room, courtesy of the Amazon Princess.
When Bruce voiced concerns, that a blue room seemed like a boy's color, she merely raised a fine eyebrow and sent a threatening glare his way.
Immediately, the man backed off, knowing better than to say anything else. Although, he wished she took it easy, but she reminded him that she was not a delicate flower, she was perfectly able to paint her daughter's room.
The windows of the room were wide open airing out the room of paint fumes, which still filled the air.
A few more days and the damp walls should be dry, and they could move the crib closer to the wall and then bring in the other furniture necessary for a nursery.
The acrobat exhaled deeply, greatly winded from the affair, panting, he managed to say to the man, "Nice place," he commented.
"Diana," Bruce responded to the unasked question of whom was responsible for the beautiful walls.
"She did a good job," he commented. "It seems to me she wanted the baby to live on clouds or something."
"Daughter of Zeus, remember," Bruce reminded, a fraction of humor in his voice.
Out of the corner of the younger man's eye he noticed Donna's rocking horse positioned carefully in the corner of the room. He felt a mild pang of jealously surge inside, wishing he had thought of that.
Seeing as Diana was getting closer and closer to her due date, Dick offered to the expectant father, "You know I could stick around for a little while. With the baby getting closer to being born."
Immediately, the man dissuaded Dick, "You have your own city to protect, Dick. Gotham's mine to protect. You can't come running back home when you're worried about me," he declined.
"That's what family is for, Bruce."
Bruce gave that comment some thought, it made him second guess his refusal. But he refused to change his mind, "Thanks, but Gotham's different now. City wants me gone or at least several high officials do," he informed the younger man.
Following the Joker's death, an independent investigation into his death was demanded by high ranking officials, each with an ulterior motive as to put an end to Batman's interference in Gotham once and for all.
The investigation put Gordon in the hot seat, which explained Batman avoiding him, believing putting some distance between the two would keep the older man safe.
The investigation had concluded that Batman was not at fault for the death of the Joker, but that didn't stop any official in government to use him as a scapegoat during campaign season.
This recent incident had only invigorated politicians to attack the Caped Crusader, and they are winning.
Which explained Batman's lack of response to the bat signal, the last thing Batman ever wanted was to bring down Gotham's top cop.
Sensing Bruce's pensive state, Dick tried to dissuade the other man of such actions. "You know it wasn't your fault."
His words brought Bruce out of his mind. He sent a blank look to the first Robin, one the spoke volumes.
"I always knew how it would end between us," he spoke reflectively regarding the Joker. Make no mistake he doesn't miss the monster one bit; he was just disheartened by the fact he couldn't save him. "He was a monster, but he was my monster," he spoke haggardly. "I had fantasied about killing him for years," he admitted, though Dick couldn't fault the man who has meant so much to him for imagining about such an act. "I always believed if I killed him, Gotham would just send him back worse or send someone even more depraved than Joker," he confessed his deepest concerns where the Joker was involved.
Dick was silently listening, processing Bruce's fears.
"In Gotham nothing ever really changes," he said depressingly. "Now I await the next monster," he uttered ominously.
"Wow, depressing much," Dick joked trying to lighten the mood, only to fail spectacularly.
Weeks passed and the nursey was all set for the baby to arrive.
Diana's pregnancy continued to progress as time went by quickly, starting her third trimester. As her belly grew, she felt self-conscious about her humungous size.
Combine that with her swollen ankles, balloon feet, and getting up to use the bathroom every fifteen minutes, she was having a tough time with her current state.
Include the fact that she was on maternity leave now, left her terribly bored.
True to her word, she handed the reins of the Wayne Foundation to Regina, hopefully that won't spectacularly blow up in the expectant mothers' face.
It was late one night, her enlarged size making it difficult for her to fall asleep. Attempting to tire herself out, she sat in the study on one of the antique and surprisingly comfortable loveseats with her feet up, taking up knitting.
Dressed in a white tank top and gray shorts, the summer temperature heated the night air. Her stomach was no longer contained by the proper summer attire, her belly peaking out from the hem of her shirt.
She spent several diligent hours trying to knit something special for her baby girl, however one side was wiry than the other. She grumbled to herself in frustration, it was supposed to be a blanket, this—this was not a blanket.
This was… she did not even know what it was she created.
Frustrated, she tossed the offending 'blanket' aside. Crossing her arms across her plentiful chest, she pouted at the inability of knitting.
She wasn't even tired yet, so this accomplished nothing.
It was at that moment Bruce returned from patrol. He discovered the pregnant woman sitting in the loveseat of the study a scowl on her lovely face.
"Why are you up so late?" he asked concerningly.
His voice jolted her, her head whipped to his direction, panic swiftly faded.
"Couldn't sleep," she replied back, casually. She preoccupied herself by resuming to knit.
The billionaire easily noticed her creation that she was working on, yet every investigative tool at his disposable could not identify what she was making.
"What is that?" he inquired tactlessly.
The Amazon grumbled, "I'm making a blanket. Trying to tire me out, I couldn't sleep," she answered, struggling to loop the knots together.
The dark-haired man observed her for a few moments, a look in his eye no one could place. Carefully, he plucked the knitting tools from her hands, earning an annoyed look.
Although, she soon raised a curious eyebrow, pondering what he was up to. Wordlessly, he picked her up in his arms, carrying her bridal style, unconsciously squeaking in surprise, wrapping her own arms around his neck to stabilize herself.
Bruce apparently seemed untroubled by her weight.
Annoyed, she sent a dirty look his way, yet he seemed unfazed by it.
Silently, he trekked out of the room, up the stairs and into Diana's bedroom. He smirked at her discomfort, but he told her she should be resting considering her current state.
When she tried to tell him, she couldn't get comfortable he promised to stay with her until she fell asleep.
His offer completely took by surprise, she retorted with informing him he needed rest as well. Inside she was frightened. They hadn't shared a bed in weeks, her hormones had been fluctuating so she wasn't in the mood for intimacy.
She tried to deny his idea, saying she wasn't a child, but after pondering the idea, maybe she could use the company.
They entered her bedroom and Bruce gently placed her in bed, pulling the covers over her. He joined her laying down next to her over the sheets, he had already showered and changed after an eventful patrol.
The mountain of pillows she had in her room, helped her sit up, the cool sheets lowered her hot self.
They both felt a comforting feeling from the others presence, both finding it calming. Almost immediately, her eyes grew heavy and sleep swiftly enveloped her.
Bruce watched her sleep for a few minutes, a faint smile on his lips as she slept peacefully, her peaceful state brought him a sense of peace. He could watch her sleep for hours.
The way her hair tangled up when she moved her head along her pillow. Her fine eyebrows twitch slightly disturbed in her slumber.
She was beautiful.
Expectant motherhood looked great on her.
Slowly, fatigue from patrol had won against him and he joined her in sleep.
They both slept great that night.
Alfred had discovered them sleeping in that morning, inquiring on what the princess wished for breakfast. Instead he was greeted to the sight of the expectant couple sleeping peacefully side by side, the Amazon's arm resting on the man's chest, both in a oblivious snooze.
The older man found them far too adorable, he took a picture to commemorate the occasion.
Hopefully, the billionaire doesn't screw this up.
They came up with the excuse that it was just the bed, but the idea that it was because they were sleeping in the same bed together that brought them the most blissful slumber they ever had.
It had been a very long time since they slept together side by side, not since the cave.
The nostalgia was not lost to either of them.
It was the end of August and things between Bruce and Diana progressed. Since Bruce and she slept together their relationship grew closer.
It was one evening in Gotham, Diana's pregnancy continued to progress without any troubles. Leslie confirmed it mere days ago.
The billionaire had taken a night off, feeling he should spend some time with Diana. He trusted Commissioner Gordon to keep the city safe for one night.
The two congregated to the living room, with them sitting on a couch with Diana sat with her feet up. The two had a nice dinner, where the Amazon almost wolfed everything down, her appetite ravenous.
The pair spent some time discussing the baby and how Diana was handling maternity leave. The latter greatly disturbed her. If there was one thing an Amazon could not stand it was boredom.
She laughed at something he said, with him soon following. A pleasant ambiance aired around them. Their laughter slowly subsided, enjoying the reprieve from their hectic life's.
Slowly, Diana rested her head against the man's shoulder, both their hearts skipped a beat the moment both realized what had occurred.
The woman's blue eyes slowly widened when she realized her unconscious action. She just got lost in the moment. Things between Bruce and her had progressed so much in the right direction.
He was just so easy to talk to about things that were going on in her life.
The couple's eyes slowly widened and leisurely turned to face the other, their lips parted slightly. The billionaire nervously swallowed, blue eyes met blue.
Diana nervously bit her lip, apprehensively she asked, "Bruce, are—are we falling in love?"
"I think we are," he answered, lightly wetting his lips.
Out of nowhere, they were on each other's lips. Connecting passionately and hungrily, a large hand ran through her dark tresses. A small hand wrapped around the back of his neck the other caressed the back of his head.
Bruce had just stuck his tongue down her throat when suddenly, the woman pushed him away, "NO!" she yelled, getting to her feet, not as gracefully as she thought she had. She took a second to collect herself before she spoke again, "No, we are not doing this. We are friends, that are having a child together. We promised that was all we would be," she started to get hysterical.
"And that is all we will be," she swore and left the room as best she could in her state, leaving a disheartened Bruce alone breathing heavily from the kiss.
Her rejection left him profoundly depressed, glancing at his watch, he noticed it was still early, patrol was still a possibility.
Discovering that his evening plans had just cleared up, patrol seemed just the thing he needed.
Unknowing to Bruce, the Amazon waddled to her bedroom and slammed her door shut. She plopped herself onto her bed as carefully as possible. On her side she cried to herself as hormones and her own fears overwhelmed her.
Recalling what the Batman Who Laughs told her. That there were versions of herself and Bruce that tried to make it work but it almost always ended in tragedy. Fear quaked through her body and mind. The fear of what tragedies transpired to the other versions planted itself deeply into her soul.
What happened to them?
Did Bruce die?
Did she?
She knew either was a strong possibility given their occupations.
But what really turned her blood ice cold, what she truly dreaded was: did their child die?
Was that the tragedy that ended them?
The Batman Who Laughs never elaborated on the matter.
The sheer thought caused the woman to instinctively put a hand to her belly, almost protectively, checking to make sure her daughter was still safely nestled in her womb.
When she realized her daughter was safe, she settled down a little bit.
She wasn't one to live in fear, but this was something to be concerned about. So, she will close her heart to him. It's the only way to keep her child safe. No matter how much she enjoyed the time she spent with Bruce. She saw him in a new light and loved what she saw. She can only pray that Bruce will forgive her for leading him on like that.
It was for the best. For her daughter.
She will have her father, but her father will not have her mother.
Things between the two had been shaky, almost awkward after the kiss. Diana avoided him purposely and Bruce got the message loud and clear.
He made himself scarce, occupying himself with Gotham and his company.
Diana was a big girl; she can busy herself with whatever came to mind.
It was another rough night for the Amazon Princess, as her baby girl delighted herself by playing soccer with her mother's kidneys.
Groaning, the woman tossed and turned on her sides, hoping the baby would settle down, unfortunately, the child inside her was determined to kick her way out of her mother that October night.
Surrendering, Diana got out of bed, put on her robe, and waddled out of her bedroom. Wide awake now, she thought a stroll through the manor would rock her daughter to sleep.
She whined as her daughter struck her once more, "My love, please," she pleaded. "Stop kicking mommy. I swear if you do I'll get you a golden pacifier or I'll breastfeed you senseless," she bargained with her unborn child.
The intervals between kidney shots grew longer until they ceased all together after an hour.
The raven-haired woman found herself in the study again with Bruce just getting in from patrol. She had a mini-panic attack when she saw him. They hadn't been talking since the kiss, but her upbringing forced her to stand her ground.
Trained to always stand her ground in the face of adversity.
Bruce, on the other hand was surprised to see her up at this hour. "Trouble sleeping?' he guessed, considering her tousled hair.
She scowled, "Your daughter has been keeping me up all night," she grumbled. "Apparently, she's practicing soccer with my internal organs," irritation laced her words, yet didn't prickle him.
Silently, he strolled over to her, whom gave him a curious stare. Ignoring her, he picked her up in his arms.
She sighed, as once again, he brought her back to her room. Her arms automatically wrapped around his neck supporting herself as he carried her.
Her heart soared when he picked her up, silently pleased the billionaire didn't seem bothered by what she said to him the last time they talked.
Both enjoyed their little late-night stroll through the house as they entered the Amazon's bedroom.
Gently, he set her down on her bed. She released a sigh filled with content as she made contact with the soft linens.
Leaning back against her mountain of pillows, she released another sigh as she made herself comfortable, crossing her legs at the ankle.
"You good?" the man inquired, worriedly.
Seeing the concern in his eyes, she delivered a reassuring smile, "I'm feeling better."
"Her, too?"
"Her, too," she smiled again. She leaned back again, adjusting her position, that had become uncomfortable.
When she shifted her legs, Bruce noticed her swollen feet. He remembered her complaining about her aching feet some time ago.
Seeing as this was a perfect time to make peace between the two, he took a seat at the foot of her bed.
She sent him a curious look when she noticed him sitting on her bed, her hands resting atop her belly, silently rubbing it.
He mulled over the idea in his head, seemingly ignoring her stare. He gave her a blank stare yet his orbs expressed the battle within his mind.
He sighed, reluctantly. He reached over and grab one of her feet, the action startling her.
Wordlessly, she watched as he began to massage her foot, relishing in the pleasant sensation he brought her, she moaned, leaning her head back against the pillows.
She bit her bottom lip, stifling her moans as he got to work on her swollen feet. She had no idea he was so good with his hands in a non-sexual way.
Her eyes fluttered, as he worked out the joints in her feet.
"I'm only doing this because your pregnant," Bruce's voice suddenly broke her out of her haze of bliss.
"Keep telling yourself that," she teased, knowing she could persuade him into giving her another massage again.
Her moaning awakened his arousal within him, his jaw tensed as he struggled to constraint it, knowing Diana was fast approaching her due date.
Sensing his struggle, brought a smug look to her beautiful face. "What's wrong, Bruce? Don't you find me attractive anymore?" she teased him.
Knowing she trapped him with a question that would incite another argument, he decided to remain silent and continue his work.
She released an audible sigh as he hit just the right knot in her joints.
He knew she was doing it intentionally but ignored it and busied himself with her massage.
While she was having a tremendous time teasing him, but she wanted to discuss with him something that has been on her mind for some time.
"Bruce," she said gently, earning his attention as he looked up from his work. "I need to talk to you," she told him, her voice indicating the importance of the matter.
"What is it?"
"Can you stop for a second?" she requested, desiring his full attention.
He complied and looked at her expectantly, her feet resting in his lap.
Feeling anxious now that she had his undivided attention, she suddenly considered dropping the matter. But she quelled the nerves believing she needed him to know.
With a sigh, she started, "Bruce, when I go into labor and something happens where a decision needs to be made and I'm not conscious to express my wishes," she paused, finding her throat had suddenly had gone dry. She swallowed, "If it came down to me or the baby, I want you to save the baby," she informed him firmly.
Bruce's eyes widened as he felt like he just got hit by a truck, "W-what are you talking about?" he retaliated, getting defensive.
"I want Leslie to save the baby and only the baby if something happens during delivery," she repeated to him.
"Diana, nothing will happen to you," the man defended strongly.
"You're the one who always wants to be prepared," she fired back.
He sighed, the logical part of his brain agreed with her plan, but the emotional part was frozen stiff with the notion of Diana dying during delivery.
"Diana, … I can't raise our daughter without you," he stated shakily.
The Amazon was quick to douse his worries, "I just want to make sure my wishes are met," she tried to reassure him. "I don't expect anything to happen, but I just want our daughter to live, Bruce," she expressed, breathlessly. She, too, did not expect anything to happen, but she wanted to ensure her daughter gets to take her first breaths in this world, even if her mother takes her last bringing her into the world.
"She's your daughter, Diana," he retorted. "She's bound to inherit your abilities. I don't know how to teach her to control them," he protested.
She offered him a comforting look, "I have no doubt you will be able to teach her to control herself."
Bruce still didn't seem convinced, "Diana—"
"Bruce, I will get a lawyer if I must," she threatened, growing tired of him trying to dissuade her.
He shut up after that, fearing the next option will be a custody dispute should she bring lawyers into the mix.
In truth, he couldn't even fathom the possibility of Diana dying during childbirth. He… couldn't lose her, not now. Not ever.
"Please, if you truly care for me and love our daughter, as I know you do, you won't fight me on this," she pleaded with him, desperate not to drag lawyers into the birth of their child.
He sighed, "All right," he relented, which brought a relieved smile to the dark-haired woman's lips. He leaned forward and pressed his lips to her forehead, he stayed for what seemed like an eternity to the both of them.
Aparo Park
Months passed since Diana expressed her wishes for the baby, and while Bruce didn't accept the notion of her perishing during delivery, he accepted her wishes.
Things between them were going swimmingly since then. They've been talking and getting closer, unconsciously.
She tried to remind herself that she wouldn't get romantically involved with Bruce, her fears controlling her. But it just came naturally to them both when ever they were together.
What really irked her though, was the fact neither of them could agree on a name for their daughter.
It was a nice mid-November, with weather cool but not too cold. She wore red sweater and dark sweatpants underneath a cream-colored trench coat, along with maternity sandals. Her hair up in a ponytail, her glasses placed on her nose completing her disguise as Diana Prince.
Zatanna's charm bracelet wrapped around her wrist, that protected her from being recognized as Wonder Woman.
She reminded herself to thank the Mistress of Magic the next time she saw her for the gift. It was working perfectly.
Seeing as how she had nothing to do for a long time, she decided to go to Aparo Park, to take in the city. Immerse herself with nature and people, honestly, she wanted company or at least be around others.
She asked Alfred to take her to the park for some fresh air. She walked around a bit, until she needed to sit.
After she helped herself to some ice cream a vendor was selling in the park, in a few more weeks the vendor would have to close for the winter.
The family butler remained in the limousine patiently waiting until the princess wanted to go home, reading one of his novels to keep himself busy.
At the back of his mind, he was worried. He had lost contact with Bruce almost thirteen hours ago. He was attempting to apprehend Bane.
Batman's comms and locator had all gone dark during the night.
Internally, he was terrified something had handed to the younger man, and while he would be scouring the city looking for him, Bruce had left explicit instructions to stay by Diana. With her so close to her due date, the Englishman concurred.
Worry was replaced with duty as he watched her like a hawk, as the joy of welcoming a new Wayne into the family overflowed.
Partaking ice cream fulfilled her and settled her daughter. Sitting on a bench in the park had helped her somewhat, she had been having lower back pains since that morning.
It came and went every twenty minutes or so.
At nine months along, her belly had grown to epic proportions. She had read that her baby should be twenty inches long, and Leslie had confirmed everything was fine just the other day.
She enjoyed her ice cream cone, unaware that someone was watching her from afar.
A blond-haired man wearing sunglasses and a dark suit made himself inconspicuous. He was uncertain that he should be here. They didn't part on the best of terms.
In fact, she betrayed him. But after much reflection, he came to realize that he overreacted. Or at least held on to his anger far longer than he should have.
Slowly, after working up the nerve, he walked over to the pregnant woman.
The unsuspecting woman grimaced as another wave of back pain struck her, pausing in her indulging of ice cream.
"Mind if I sit here?" the man asked.
"Go right ahead," the pregnant woman obliviously responded, not sparing the unknown man a glance.
The blonde-haired man let out an audible sigh as he sat next to the woman, whom preoccupied herself with devouring her ice cream cone and taking in the day.
Steve took a moment to appreciate the sight of the woman—his Angel. Although she wasn't his anymore.
He doubted she belonged to the other guy either.
They belonged to her.
He didn't feel bothered by the idea; she was magnetic. So full of life, it became intoxicating to those around her.
She radiated a vibrant glow about her, he chalked it all up to motherhood.
"Hello, Diana," he greeted her contentedly in a soft manner.
The moment she heard that voice her eyes widened; her heart skipped a beat. Her head whipped to see him, she doubted she would ever hear from him again after the blow up they had.
"Steve?" she uttered, uncertain.
The blonde-haired man, smiled at her reassuringly, he pulled off his sunglasses, undoubtedly quelling her doubts.
"W-wwhat are you doing here?" she sputtered, unstable by her ex's sudden appearance.
"I wanted to see you," he smiled, softly. He turned away as he saw the beginning traces of understanding appear on her lovely face.
"How have you been?" she asked, awkwardly. Her ice cream seemingly abandoned.
He nodded slightly, "Good. I've been keeping busy, as usual," he joked lightly, their small talk getting awkward fast.
He sighed deeply, becoming antsy about the reason he was ambushing her like so. "Look," he started, taking a breath, "I admit I was deeply hurt by you," his mentioning of the past brought sadness to the woman, deeply regretting how things ended between the two.
"But I wanted to apologize to you," he revealed, stunning the woman. She was not expecting to ever see Steve again, let alone have him find her and apologize.
"I said some things or implied some things and it wasn't fair of me to do so. If I had been in your situation paired up with another woman, I doubt I wouldn't cheat either," he confessed.
"Steve, you don't need to apologize," she tried to dissuade the man. "it was a mistake for ever going to aid the Gentle Man, but," she paused momentarily, remembering the last few months, "after finding out I was pregnant, I don't regret any of it," she confessed unabashedly.
While Steve should feel a little insulted or angry with her for admitting such a thing, he understood what she meant.
She was going to be a mother and she was unashamed about it.
Before she could say another word, she was overcome with a surge of pain in her back. Noticing her wincing, Steve questioned her. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah," she struggled to answer. "Just some back pain. Been doing that all day."
The soldier's eyes narrowed slightly, but remained silent, believing it was not his place to involve himself in her business.
"So, how have you been?" he responded, wanting to hear about her.
The eagerness in his voice brought a smile to her face, "Good. I've been good," she answered, her free hand rubbing her engorged belly. "I'm having a girl," she revealed.
"There was never any doubt," the soldier joked, her being an Amazon and all.
His attempt at humor brought a smile to her lips, she missed this. Missed him.
They talked for a few more minutes, Diana's backpain resurfacing in shorter intervals. "I need to get going," he told her, suddenly. "I have a mission in a few hours," he stood up from his seat.
"For what it's worth, Diana, I'm very happy for you," the man admitted, genuinely.
"Thank you, Steve."
"I wish you and Wayne nothing but the best, especially with the Joker gone now," he uttered.
The woman's eyes widened as his statement made her uneasy. "What do you mean?" her voice was shaky.
"You know what I mean," he answered vaguely, giving her a pointed look. "I won't say anything. You have my word," he promised her, walking away from her ignoring the panic building inside her.
Her breathing elevated as her thoughts were a storm, Steve knew who Bruce was.
A thought struck her. She told Steve Batman fathered her child and the papers revealed Bruce Wayne as the father of Diana Prince's child. She never even considered Steve when the news hit the media about the new Wayne baby.
Oh, goddess, what was she going to do?
Bruce was going to be furious when he found out. Steve was a military man; he'd be obligated to inform his superiors at ARGUS regarding Batman's identity.
She was on the verge of a panic attack, until she recalled her ex promising to keep it secret. That seemed to pacify her, he was a man of his word.
She had nothing to worry about, but it would be prudent to inform Bruce, just so he had a heads up on the matter.
Suddenly, she was overcome with uninhibited pain that jolted throughout her body. She had experienced similar pain all day, but nothing held a candle to this.
The pain was so great that she dropped what was left of her cone, "Oh goddess," she exclaimed through clenched teeth.
Rocking back and forth in her seat, she tried to alleviate some of the pain.
A thought suddenly burst through the pain, was she going into labor?
Immediately, she pulled out her phone and texted Alfred, informing him of her whereabouts.
Several minutes passed before she saw the butler jogging up to her, "Miss Diana," he breathlessly exclaimed. "Are you alright?" he helped her to her feet.
"I think… I think I'm in labor," she whimpered as another contraction hit her.
"Come with me. The car isn't very far," he instructed her, the two walked to the limo parked not far from the park.
They stopped for small breaks as Diana had trouble moving.
Eventually, they made it to the limo with Alfred easing her into the back, gently aiding her in sliding into the seats.
He rushed to the driver's seat and stopped on the gas, "Breath, Miss," he advised, glancing at her through the rearview mirror. "We'll be at the manor shortly."
"Alfred," she panted, beginning to sweat. "Get Bruce," she pleaded. She winced once more as another contraction washed over her, her jaw tensed as struggled to stifle another painful scream.
"I'm trying to get a hold of him. I have already contacted Dr. Thompkins, she will met us there," he answered, accelerating the car.
While he focused on getting the pregnant woman to the manor, his thoughts were with Bruce.
Where was he?
Shandy Pharmaceutical Processing Plant
For the past five hours the processing plant had been ablaze. Firefighters and police have been desperately fighting to put out the flames.
Black smoke rose to the sky, distributing toxic fumes to the already polluted air city.
"We need more water over here!" a firefighter bellowed.
"Is anyone inside?"
"We haven't been able to enter!"
As rescue workers struggled in their battle against the burning plant, they were unaware of the battle that took place hours ago between two giants of men.
The unconscious Bane, beaten and bloody, his mask torn up, holding together by strands, he hung loosely from a railing, chains wrapped around it, suspending him in the air.
Within the burning processing plant, Batman laid face down on the ground. A pool of blood formed around his mouth, his left arm dislocated at the elbow, his suit torn at his torso, right shoulder, and right thigh.
His battle with Bane wore him out greatly. Neither men walked away from their latest battle unscratched. Somehow, during the struggle a fire was started.
The fire continued to burn; smoke filled the room as the unsuspecting man was in the dark of his current predicament.
The flames heated a flammable drum, until…
The drum exploded in a tremendous explosion, and at that exact moment flashover occurred.
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