Life Unexpected was supposed to be updated but I'm having some trouble get the fight scenes done. It should be up soon.
Making the Best of It
Chapter 24
Wayne Manor
It took Bruce weeks to work up the courage to tell Diana what happened that night. Still the memories of that night haunted him.
The smell of smoke. The blistering heat. The sound of gunfire. The deafening explosion. The ghastly images of corpses.
But what truly stuck with the man was the laughter.
That sick gut twisting laughter that will forever haunt his dreams for the rest of his life.
The Amazon consoled him. Wrapping him in her arms as she sent her sympathies and assurances to him as her warmth engulfed him.
He truly believed her when she told him it was not his fault. But his guilt always outweighed logic.
"You didn't know it could end that badly, Bruce," she soothed him, hand stroking his back. "You had no idea there was another evil Batman there," she reasoned.
"I brought them there," he maintained his guilt.
"You drafted them because you needed to surprise that vile creature. Yes, they are dead but through no fault of your own. They were wicked people that harmed innocents with no remorse. If it wasn't that night, then it would be another night where someone had enough of them, or some poor soul will have been overwhelmed by vengeance."
"So, I should have just let them die?" Bruce responded heatedly. A dark look being sent her way as he found fault with her explanation.
"No," she quickly said. "I'm just trying to say their deaths were inevitable as to how gruesome an end they would have faced and that you could not save them, Bruce," she said gently, cupping his shoulder with care. "It wasn't your fault. It is okay for you to mourn them, but if you find yourself undeserving of innocence then you and I will have much stronger words," she warned in her own reassuring way. He wasn't actually trying to start a much uglier discussion, she was trying and failing to comfort him in his time of emotional need.
He was still a sagging mess of guilt and angst, but he felt slightly better than before. Like talking to Diana about it made the weight on his shoulders a little less heavy.
One afternoon, Bruce entered the kitchen, greeted to the sight of his whimpering daughter. Still reeling from teething as more baby teeth were breaking through the surface. The man felt for his daughter. He desired nothing more than to take her pain away. But there was little he could do as she had little more time to deal with it.
She was already eighteen months old and getting so big. Her hair was longer now, past her ears on the sideburns. Bruce had absently thought aloud that they should give her a little haircut as her hair started to reach past her eyebrows.
Diana, on the other hand, had this to say, "Touch her hair and you will lose an arm," she warned him dangerously. Balking, he walked away and never brought it up again for risk of Diana inflicting pain upon him.
Elissa was alone, save for her father, hot tears leaking down her cheeks. As soon as she saw her father she started babbling. "Baba. Baba." She called to him.
He wasn't certain on what she was trying to say, perhaps calling him 'dada'?
She was talking that was the good thing.
"It's going to be okay, princess," he assured as he walked up to her. Kissing the top of her head as he comforted her.
She whimpered slightly, as she stared at her father.
"Let me see those chompers," he asked her sweetly. "Open up, please," he requested. He opened his mouth showing her his teeth hoping she would copy him.
Eventually, she did, and he saw two small teeth on her bottom gums, with a matching pair on top. Her whimpering continued as she closed her mouth, her chin covered in drool.
"It'll be over soon, Elissa. Okay?" he told her softly before kissing her forehead.
Wanting to alleviate her pain he went into the freezer and pulled out a cheery ice pop. He undid the wrapping and offered it to her.
"Try this," he offered.
Elissa looked at the icy treat with curious cerulean eyes. Suddenly, she accepted the treat and her eyes widened in surprise. Liking the treat, her tiny hands grabbed the cold treat, her hands freezing upon contact as she sucked on the treat as her mouth froze.
Drool dribbled down her chin mixing with red as she ate.
Bruce watched with a smile as his daughter's painful whimpers were silenced. Replaced with eager delight.
He let go of the treat and let it fall onto her highchair tray. He silently took her hands and put them on the wooden stick, unlodging the pop from her mouth. Not to be defeated, she reinserted it back into her mouth and munched on the treat.
Silence filled the room as Bruce merely watched Elissa eat. Grateful she was better. Suddenly, he felt eyes on him and turned to see Diana enter the room.
"Hello," she said pleasantly. She had walked in on Bruce with their daughter a while ago but did not voice her presence as she was elated to witness the scene between father and daughter. The Amazon had left to get some baby Motrin to alleviate Elissa teething.
"Hello," the man responded with a faint smile.
"An ice pop? Wish I thought of that," she spoke to him, her eyes on their feeding daughter. "Good thinking," she complimented, she said to him as they stood side by side.
"Thanks."
Both smiled as Elissa feasted on the ice pop, gnawing on the treat.
"You're a good father, Bruce," she suddenly said. "You don't hear it enough. You are," she told him empathetically.
Wordless, he nodded as her words touched him deeply.
They silently watched Elissa gnaw on the treat until Diana spoke. "You're cleaning her up when she's finished," she told him matter-of-factly. A teasing smirk on her red lips.
Sighing, he said, "Understood."
Washington D.C.
At the Museum of Natural History, Wonder Woman was called in by ARGUS to handle an unexpected situation.
Mummies.
Mummies awoke from their long dead slumber and began to wreak havoc in the museum. Dozens of screaming patrons fled the building, terrified.
Diana was called because she was the closest and that the one that called her was Steve Trevor. Being the professional that she was, obliged and responded.
When she arrived, ARGUS had finished evacuating the museum and the agents of the agency had already secured the exits.
"Diana," Steve called to her as she landed in front of him.
"Steve," she responded cordially. Neither would lie and say the encounter was not a little awkward. But they were professionals, and they had a job to do.
"We've evacuated the building but as soon as my guys tried to contain the mummies, can't believe I'm saying this, attacked. They are stronger than they look. Already have a few wounded," he gave a status report on the current events. "We managed to contain them in the west wing, but I'm not sure how long the barricade will last," he warned.
"Understood," she nodded. Readying her sword, she entered the facility.
When she reached the west wing, she noticed the makeshift barricade of chairs, podiums, and some items of archaeological value. Seeing such objects used as a mere barricade irked her, yet she pressed forward ignoring the matter.
She could hear the groaning of the decayed beings behind the barricade, which started to collapse as several mummies started shoving the objects away. Urgently, she flew through the barricade knocking several mummies backwards and unto their backs. As she entered the main exhibit, she saw what looked like a pharaoh standing tall with a glowing green amulet around its' neck. Torrents of green energy spilled from the amulet and collided with the army of the undead.
In her mind, she realized the amulet was the source of the impromptu resurrection. Charging, she planned to attack the pharaoh, only for its' army to leap at her and get in her way.
They grabbed at her arm that held her sword and her legs as they surprisingly pulled her to the floor. She growled in frustration, as she had great difficulty fighting them off.
She batted a few away from her with her shield before sending a front kick to one's stomach, shoving it backwards and away from her.
Using the opening, she pulled back, gaining some distance before she decapitated three mummies on her right side.
Their heads falling with a thud as their bodies collapsed. She charged forward, shield at the ready taking one more of the undead down to the floor before her sword cut through the air elegantly taking two more heads.
More came at her, one pulling her hair. Furious, she dropped her sword and snapped the dried-up being's wrist before she shoved it into its' mouth and through the skull.
The groaning of the dead filled her head as she saw an opening between the pharaoh's servants. She used her shield like a projectile and threw it towards the king of the mummies aiming for the top of its' head.
Surprisingly, it caught the shield before it connected with the forehead. Without missing a beat, Wonder Woman's foot slammed down onto the handle of her sword. The force making it fly upwards and effortlessly grabbed the hilt with her hand.
Suddenly, she threw her sword like a javelin with incredible speed and strength that shattered the green jewel on the pharaoh's chest.
A bright green light blinded the Amazon momentarily and when she could open her eyes again all the dead were back to being… dead and on the ground.
Cursory, she scanned the area to see that all of them were defeated and the crisis was over. The only other problem was the smell.
It was awful!
She sniffed herself and winced. She smelled like death. And she needed a shower or twelve to get the smell out of her hair.
She hailed Steve to alert him that it was safe to enter.
ARGUS agents started to contain the scene and bag and tag the mummies and the amulet. Diana and Steve stood by the side as Diana gave him her statement.
When they were finished, Diana asked, "Are we okay? I mean we can be professional about this, right?" She sounded uncertain as the unpleasantness of their past made things incredibly awkward.
"Of course, Diana," the blonde man replied cordially. He gave a tiny smile to assure her which provoked one of her own. "Nice work," he complimented her.
She nodded before she left for the Hall of Justice.
Batcave
The Amazon returned home shortly after a stint at the Hall to inform her teammates that the mission was successful.
She turned from the teleporter pad located adjacent from the main area of the cavern. She walked forward and noticed that the chair at the batcomputer was filled. She approached him, her red boots echoed loud thud along the stone and metal covered floor.
"Hey," she greeted her boyfriend with a smile. "Did I miss anything?"
"Not really," the man replied. His voice was impassive as his sole attention was on the computer screen.
She was not annoyed by his lack of attention. After all the years she had worked with him as well as living with him, she knew better than to be bothered by him when he was working.
His focused expression turned to confusion and then he grimaced. "What is that smell?" he wondered. He turned to face her as he searched for an answer.
"I… uh, I think that's me," she admitted embarrassedly. Her face turning a little red as she had forgotten to wash off the scent of death from her person.
Bruce rose a curious eyebrow. Silently pressing her for an explanation.
"I fought some mummies a few hours ago. They got a little grabby," she answered.
"I see," he nodded. He was about to return to the computer when Diana called for his attention.
"Bruce."
"Yes?" He looked at her oddly as he briefly pondered on what else they needed to discuss.
"I saw Steve today. And it wasn't the first time either. We've been working together a lot lately whenever ARGUS called for assistance," she just started divulging without any provocation. She had to; she did not want to keep any secrets from Bruce while they were together. And considering it was her ex-boyfriend she was working with, she thought Bruce deserved a heads up before he learned of it from someone else or from her later and cause all sorts of problems on why the woman did not divulge to him about it earlier.
His blue eyes stared at her silently as he listened. His face devoid of emotion as he listened to her carefully.
"Nothings happened," she assured. "And nothing will happen. But I thought you deserved to know because I did not wish to hurt your feelings in any way."
When she finished, she anxiously awaited a word from the billionaire as he was still quiet.
"Okay," he shrugged nonchalantly. Slowly, he turned back to the computer.
"Okay? That's… it?" she stood speechless. She had thought he would be appreciative of her candor.
"What do you want me to say?" he countered, his eyes still on the monitor. "You told me that you are working with your ex and that you two are just colleagues, yes?"
"Yes," she concurred.
"I don't see the problem then," he uttered vaguely. "I won't be the jealous boyfriend that doesn't like his girlfriend being around their ex. You two work together and are professional. If there is a problem, it's on my side. But I don't have one. I trust you," he said heartfully that made the woman grateful.
She smiled, walking up to him, and kissing his cheek. "Thank you," she stated pleasantly. "I'm going to shower for a few hours to get the smell out of my hair," she told him. "And then see Elissa for a bit."
"Okay," he nodded. She started to walk away, her boots pattering along the ground. "Love you," he uttered absently, just enough for her to hear.
When she heard the words, she stopped completely in her tracks. Her cerulean eyes wide in surprise, mouth parted slightly. She was frozen for a good minute before her mind started working again as her head slowly turned back to the man.
Bruce was enthralled in his work until he noticed Diana's reflection in the monitor. Wondering if they still needed to discuss something, addressed her.
"Are you alright?"
"You… you've never told me you love me before," she slowly responded.
"I haven't?" the man's brow furrowed in thought as he considered their past together. When he could not find a time that he said the words, he spoke to her again. "Well, I do," he told her readily.
Smiling, Diana was elated to hear those precious words from the dark-haired man. He had spoken the words to her before but never as a declaration. She walked back to him and kissed his cheek once more, a kiss filled with love.
Eventually, she pulled back with a smile. "I love you too," she said softly before leaving him to his work.
Diana's Bedroom
The Amazon stepped into her bedroom following finishing work at the Wayne Foundation. She was tired from all the nonsense from complaining people she had to deal with at the office. How could people devoted to helping others hold the purse strings so tightly? That made her shake her head in disappointment and frustration.
When she entered, she was surprised to find Bruce sitting on her bed. Dressed in a gray dress shirt with the first few buttons undone. Black slacks and matching dress shoes. His expression unreadable to the woman.
"Bruce?" she uttered curiously. Her brow furrowed as she briefly wondered on why he was here in her room at this ungodly hour as night had fallen hours ago.
"Strip," he commanded with authority. His voice sent a tingle down the woman's spine that she delighted.
Surprise turned to amusement. Playing along, she coyly put, "Do you want me to undress slowly and seductively or just tear my clothes off?"
A heated look from him made her decision for her.
Slowly, she swayed her hips back and forth. Tentatively, biting her bottom lip as she undone her hair. She whipped her head side to side in an effort to tame the ebony strands. A seductive look on her face as she purposely lowered her glasses, winking a him as he silently enjoyed the show with an unreadable expression.
She whipped her head side to side taking her long hair for a ride before took off her glasses and hung them on her blouse.
She kicked off her black high heels, flying along the carpeted floor. It was then she noticed the tiniest reaction from the dark-haired man as his leg twitched in eagerness. She understood he was restraining himself before he tackled her and took her right there on the carpet.
Would not be the first time she got rug burn from them having sex in her room.
There she stood in her blue button up blouse and black pencil skirt, still swaying. Gently, she took her glasses and placed them on her dresser before she returned to continue her little show for her boyfriend.
Seductively, she unbuttoned her blouse before she threw the garment at him, landing on his head, blocking his vision. He swiftly rectified that by tearing the garment away and onto the floor.
Her bra was revealed which she kept on until she slowly unzipped her skirt. Sensually, taking her legs out one at a time before it was forgotten.
She strode over to him with a sway in her lovely and supple legs, plopping onto his lap roughly, a grunt escaping him. His hands automatically clutching at her wonderful rear end.
She gazed down at him fondly. "Hi," she whispered pleasantly.
"Hi," he returned with stoicism.
She looped her arms around his neck before kissing him passionately. All while she ground her hips into his groin.
"Oh!" she exclaimed as she felt his enthusiastic reaction from her little dance. Smiling, "Next time you get to put on a little show for me," she told him matter-of-factly.
"Is that right?" he responded doubtfully.
"Indeed," she punctuated with a kiss to the tip of his nose.
This was just what she needed to relax after a long day of work.
He kissed her forcefully as his hands stroked her back. Up and down and giving her bottom a tight squeeze that made her mewl before he skillfully unclipped her bra. She pulled back and coyly used her hands to keep him from gazing upon her form.
A frustrated groan escaped him as she giggled at his expense.
Slowly, she removed her hands and let gravity to the rest as her bra fell off, pooling into the laps. Frustrated, Bruce threw it away and Diana suddenly found herself on her back, the bed bouncing from the action he took.
She giggled in delight at his forceful action. She reached up cupping his face and kissing him sweetly. She hummed in delight as he returned the kiss as his hands softly brushed along her legs.
They pulled back, panting as air became necessary.
Impatiently and sensing unfairness Diana used her impressive strength and tore the man's shirt clean from his body, reduced to nothing but rags.
Her reward was a displeased look. Yet, she remained unperturbed.
He found himself on his back with a stunned expression written on his face as she unbuckled his belt and tore the pants and shoes from him in a fell swoop.
With a feverish glint in her eyes, she tore his underwear off him as she took off hers. She cupped him, feeling the heat from all the blood that rushed to that area.
"You going to take me? Have me on my back as you dominate me? Right?" she goaded him. She was working on her dirty talk. She wanted to spice up their sex life, using the internet to assist her. "Or would you like me to take you?"
She rubbed him up and down in a feverish pace as he winced from the pleasure. "Have you on your back and use you for my own pleasure and delight? Hmm?"
She increased her stroking as started to play with herself to get herself ready.
Suddenly, she pulled back and jumped onto him. She inserted him within her warmth and started bucking. She moaned and panted as she rode him. Her hands steadying herself on his chest. The pleasure so was intense that she barely felt his hands roughly grasp her hips before going to her supple backside, fingers digging into the flesh.
"Ah!" she yelped as he thrusted upward into her, hitting all the right spots.
She chanted as she relished in the pleasure, he brought her. Sweat beginning to trickle down her breathtaking body.
Her eyes bulged as the man's thumb rolled her bundle of nerves, pupils dilating from the pleasure. Electricity jolting every part of her being.
The billionaire's body tensed as the pleasure was magnificent. His eyes were trained on the goddess riding him. Groaning and moaning from them making love. She was a beautiful sight as her sun kissed skin glistened from exertion. Her hair wild from her bucking. Her abdomen that was once swollen and plump from child was now flat and taut, glistening with perspiration.
Suddenly, the man's hands grasped her breasts, squeezing the soft flesh. His hands cupped the undersides of her spectacular breasts, his thumbs rolling the dark colored tips, growing more erect than before.
She was a bit insecure about being able to satisfy her boyfriend after childbirth. What was once tight was less than before. She worried she would not be able to pleasure her man as well as before. A stomach was easier to work off than her lady parts. Bruce, on the other hand, did not seem to care. She was still tight and warm in her embrace. He assured her it just meant that they could go at it longer. She smiled at him in relieve, she remembered how hard she rode him that night, almost broke her bed.
To Bruce, she would always be beautiful and attractive.
He felt the familiar feeling down his spine. "Diana…" he tried to warn her.
Not lost in the haze of lust, she pulled off him and stroked him as he erupted onto her chest. Remnants trickled down her stomach.
Breathlessly, she collapsed on top of him in a sweaty tired mess.
"I love you," she whispered over her beating heart, her head on his shoulder facing away from him.
He responded with a soft kiss to the back of her head. She smiled happily in reaction to his sweet gesture.
Neither cared that they were sticky or tired, they were just in the moment.
Many moments.
The headboard rocked as Bruce took his girlfriend from behind. He grunted as he kept a repetitive tempo, his eyes trained on her supple rear that jiggled with every thrust.
Her cries spurring him on. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Right there! Right there! Almost…!" Her hand slammed against the wall as Bruce pumped harder. Faster.
"Yes, Bruce! Yes!" she chanted. "Take me!" she moaned. "I love it!"
With a shrill cry she climaxed with Bruce soon following behind her.
She collapsed onto the bed in a heap, taking him almost completely out of her. The man carefully gripped himself as he withdrew, ensuring the used condom stayed on. Effortlessly, he removed it and discarded the latex prophylactic.
He fell on his hunches as Diana was a lethargic mess.
The man could not hear much besides the pounding of his own heart and their panting. When he got his second wind, he loomed over her, bed shifting. She was only vaguely aware of it.
It was only when she felt his lips trail down her sweaty back that she felt a tingle. Her lips twitched upward in enjoyment as the sensations he brought her made her desire him once again.
"One more time?" she felt his breath on her ear as he posed the question.
Languidly, she got back on her hands and knees. She shot him a saucy smirk as she looked over her shoulder. "Definitely."
A swift hand slapped her bottom, eliciting a yelp. "Ah!"
She looked at with desire as she shook her bottom to entice him. "I want something else," she informed him.
"You mean…?"
She nodded, "We don't have anymore condoms. This is safer," she assured. Her head bowed resting into her pillow, inhaling its heavy scent. "I have some jelly in my nightstand," she told him.
She felt him send a bemused look her way.
"It's lonely when you're not around, Bruce," she disclosed to him, her voice muffled by the pillow. He would laugh if he wasn't so aroused. Patiently, she waited for him to get to work. She was pleased when she heard the nightstand draw open and objects clatter around as he searched for the object in question.
The silence was unending for the Amazon until she felt herself be parted, "Oh!" she yelped in surprise as the man began to work. She felt a tingle as he applied the jelly to herself, she moaned profoundly as she felt his finger twirling inside. She purposely cooed spurring him on.
She whined as she felt empty when he removed his digit and more silence occurred. She knew he was preparing himself for insertion. It was not the first time they made love in this manner and she knew it would not be the last.
The raven-haired woman was surprised again when the man roughly got her back onto her hands and knees. Roughly, he slammed himself inside her and pumped away at her.
"Ah!" she exclaimed at the intrusion, delight written on her face as his grunts and the slapping of flesh echoed into her ears.
"Yes!" she chanted as her head bowed, hair and ebony curtain hiding her face as her lover took her.
His eyes glued to her back and rear as it jiggled. The pleasure overwhelming as her warmth engulfed him.
Panting, his eyes memorized on her perfect body. His hands crushing her hips as he held on tightly. He did not know what came over him. He was not aware of what his hand was doing until after.
He slapped her posterior with all his strength, a yelp escaped Diana from the blow. Their pace never stopping as they coupled.
His hand swatted her bottom again as he increased his pace.
"Ah!" she yelped again from the blow. A delighted smile on her lips as she enjoyed the pleasure. "Again," she demanded. "Do it again!"
Obliging, he struck her bottom once more as his hips never quit.
"Yes, keep going. I love it!" she bellowed in pleasure. Strands of her hair stuck to her sweaty forehead as her bottom started to throb in pain.
He continued to spank her as he thrusted inside her, his animalistic grunts fueling her lust.
She goaded him, "Yes! Keep going! I love it!"
"Do you want to dominate me? Take me? Hmm?" she hummed coyly. "I love you! Love how you make me feel so good!" she continued. His thrusts continuing at a rough tempo. She was slapped again, which only intensified her pleasure. "I want you to take me. I love it when you take me! I want to be tied up and dominated," she revealed.
His pumps intensified as his heart almost burst out of his chest from the exertion.
Her face scrunched up from the pleasure as the coil inside was about to break. Suddenly, she revealed, "I love it that you're the one to have given me a child!" she declared as her pupils dilated as she climaxed then and there.
Bruce followed swiftly with a guttural groan, she moaned as she felt his essence spurt inside her.
Exhausted, she collapsed onto the sweat soaked sheets. The man joining her, smothering her with his weight, his breath on her ear.
She barely registered him leaving her and the bed. She faintly heard the water running in her personal bathroom, he was no doubt cleaning himself up.
She faintly felt the bed shift as Bruce joined her, a blanket pulled over them, just in time for the Amazon to fall asleep.
The last thing to register in the man's mind was the scent of jasmine from the woman's hair.
NEXT: Mother's Day
Was the sex scene too much? I needed filler for the chapter. I'll dial it done if asked.
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