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Making the Best of It
Chapter 18
Gotham City Park
"Is it recording?" Diana asked Bruce as he steadied his phone as he started recording what they were about to witness.
"Yep," he responded. He took a step back to get the full scope of the image.
In the park Diana and Bruce brought their daughter, Elissa, to play for a bit.
The Amazon secured their precious bundle in one of the swing sets infant seats. The six-month old was dressed in a heavy coat just in case as they were entering spring.
Bruce had started to record as Diana lightly pushed their daughter, whom turned her head looking at her mother, wondering where and what she was doing.
It was not until a few seconds of rocking back and forth did Elissa start to smile in excitement as the motion was playful to her.
"Are you having fun?" Diana pleasantly asked as she lightly pushed her baby with one hand.
Bruce was smiling to himself as he watched his daughter play with her mother. The sight was heartwarming. Although, the scene did not make him careless. He kept a trained eye on the countless people also in the park.
From the children playing to the parents. His trained eyes were on the hunt for anyone suspicious. Whether they were paparazzi or possible kidnappers.
Someone would pay if any harm were directed towards his little girl.
Bruce wanted Elissa to experience everything a normal child should experience, even though every instinct told him to keep her secured in the manor. Where the changes of harm coming to her were insignificant.
But that would be detrimental to Elissa's life, so the man dismissed such ideas. To a point.
Elissa started to let out a good belly laugh. A laugh that was infectious that made her parents smile. She rocked back and forth laughing, before turning her head to Diana, cooing at her, silently telling her more.
Diana acquiesced and pushed slightly harder than previously. She did not want to push too hard and send Elissa flying. She was still too young for that.
For a split second, the raven-haired woman's eyes met the man's, and she directed a bright smile towards him. Immediately, Bruce felt bashful and averted his eyes as he trained them on the little girl laughing in the swing.
Witnessing it, Diana smirked as she got a reaction from the man. A reaction that she would be delighted to see again when it was time for their next rendezvous.
"Do you want to stop somewhere for lunch?" Diana suggested to the man, her voice casual.
"Sure," he answered, turning off the recorder.
Wayne Manor
It was a week after the park where things got busy for the parents. Luckily, there was help around the house.
Diana strode into the living room, dressed in her business ensemble. Inside the room she found Damian reading a book, sitting on the couch.
"Damian," she called to him.
The teen scoffed before turning to the woman. A grimace ever present on his young face.
"What?" he grumbled, displeased by the disturbance.
She sighed, "I need you to watch Elissa for a few hours," she told him.
"Why?" he said with an attitude. The idea of watching his little sister was not enjoyable at all.
"I need to go into the office. Bruce is at work. And Alfred is in the gardens," she explained. "It will just be for a few hours," she assured. "She has already been changed and feed. I just set her down for her nap. I just need you to keep an eye on her," she reasoned.
Emphasizing his lack of choice, Diana placed the baby monitor in front of the young man. The black and white image of Elissa asleep in her crib glared at him.
The teen sighed bitterly. He glared at the Amazon, nevertheless, it had no effect on her.
"Thank you," she smiled at him. "If there is any trouble call Alfred. "I just need someone in the house with her."
"Fine," he grumbled tightly.
"Thank you," she said again, grateful.
The raven-haired teen returned to his book and not five minutes later that infant was wailing.
Powerful lungs screeched into the microphone and out of the monitor.
A scowl etched itself onto his face as he stared at the monitor in disgust.
Frustration mounted as he initially chose to ignore it, thinking she would fall asleep again. That hope died after five minutes of wailing.
Then, Damian wondered where the butler was and if he would deal with all the racket.
He then recalled he was in the garden, and after such a hard winter it needed tending to. And it was a enormous garden that needed tending.
Pennyworth would not be coming in for at least another hour.
Terrific.
He contemplated muting the damn thing and just ignoring her. But he feared that something might happened while the sound was off. Like choking. And he would be blamed.
Finally, after ten minutes of putting up with all the crying Damian stomped upstairs to the nursery.
He tore the door open so hard he could have torn it off its hinges. Stomping over to his sister, fuming. "What?!"
The yelling did not faze the little one as her face was red and soaked from tears.
Her little lips quivered as her crying shifted into a whimper.
Suddenly, guilt overcame him as he knew he should not have lost his temper with her. She was a baby. She needed someone for everything.
Sighing and appearing remorseful, he uttered calmly, "What's wrong?"
Little limbs twitched as she twisted and turned in her crib.
Gently, Damian wrapped his sister around in her blanket. Once he made sure she was comfy, he turned the mobile on for her. A soothing tune began to sing to her.
He reached in and wiped her cheeks dry and put her pacifier back into her mouth.
"It's nice to have you here," he told her. He liked the idea of having a sister. Someone who did not already have an idea about him. To her, he was just her brother. Although, she did not know who he was yet. She will, in time.
"Go back to sleep, Elissa."
Almost like magic, her eyes were lulled to a close.
The teen stayed until she fell asleep. Finally, quiet. He watched her for a while. Transfixed, he found her to look so peaceful.
It made him smile a bit.
Days later it was time for a rendezvous.
"When did you get a hot tub?" Diana asked Bruce as they settled into the warm bubbling water. Their skin glistening from the water.
The sight of her Mediterranean skin tone was only heightened by the water. She had a beautiful body, toned and supple. Her raven hair hung over her shoulders as the tie was strained from holding the ebony together. Tiny strands slipping out and stuck to her neck.
Her chest bountiful, a cup size bigger than before, highlighted by dark-colored tips. Her stomach not as flat as it used to be, but she was working on it. Her abdomen decorated in a few stretch marks. Something she was a bit embarrassed by whenever she took her clothes off around the man. He was very thorough with her and he knew she was ticklish around the belly. While he was visually feasting on her, she was doing the same to him. Strong muscles adjourned his body. A body littered with scars from previous battles. A few of them were recent and the Amazon was a little worried about that. But she knew she could not persuade him to stop, he would never forgive her for that.
She paid tribute to each and everyone of those scars when she peppered his body with her lips.
He was a remarkable specimen if she said so herself.
"Years ago," he answered with a smirk. His hands gripping her hips pulling her to him. Straddling him, her hands found purchase on his shoulders.
She hovered over him, a coy smile of her lips as she stared into his eyes. Her eyes lowered to below the water as she got a good look at what was waiting for her in between bubbles.
"And you were keeping such a magnificent invention to yourself?" she half-heartedly accused.
"Not particularly," he shrugged.
"Really?"
"No," he denied.
"Even when I was pregnant? I could have used a hot tub to relax after a stressful day," she leaned down kissing his cheek and trailing downward.
"It was the summer," he reasoned. His eyes fluttered as her lips trailed down his throat to his chest.
"Mhm," she hummed, continuing down.
He felt her part from him, only for her lips to return to his chest and go lower. His head leaned back as his arms rested atop of the edge of the tub.
He heard a splash, but his eyes remained closed. Until they shot open as he felt something tight and warm embrace his manhood.
"Oh? Is that what we are doing tonight?" he smirked. He returned to his relaxed position as his enjoyed her efforts.
He groaned occasionally. Guttural grunt erupted from his throat when she added tongue.
"Damn. You're killing me," he uttered aloud. Unfortunately, the woman could not hear him as she was underwater and quite preoccupied.
He winced as the pleasure was too intense as Diana was quite the performer when underwater. His knuckles whiten as he clenched the edge of the tub tightly. He released a strangled grunt as his body tensed. Jolts fired down his spine. One, two, three.
His jaw tensed before his body sagged, panting as he caught his breath.
The pleasure faded into silent bliss until he heard a splash and the Amazon rose out of the water, completely soaked in a sea of ebony.
A coy smile on her lips as she audibly gulped down what was the reminisce of his pleasure. The man was in awe of such a debauched act. It only made him crave her more.
"Three minutes," she spoke. She removed her hair tie letting her raven locks free. "Hmm, not even close to my personal best of holding my breath," she commented teasingly. She wiped her lip before leaning in close to the man.
A smug look on her face told him that the ball was in his court now.
"What is your personal best?" an interested Bruce inquired.
"Thirteen minutes," she boasted.
"Swimming or…" he trailed off on the other option. He was curious on how long she had gone down on other men before. He knew he should not ask such questions as they were in a purely physical relationship but part of him wanted something more. But as much as he wanted it, he respected Diana's decision in them simply being friends with benefits.
The smile on the woman's face instantly receded as the question put a damper on the mood.
"Let's not discuss such things when we are together," she suggested, pushing him back against the wall of the hot tub.
"Sorry," an apologetic Bruce uttered, regretting the question.
"Don't be," she smirked at him. Her eyes kind and sultry.
"It's your turn now," she announced eagerly.
"My turn?"
She nodded, "What, are you afraid of a challenge?" she taunted him daringly.
Blue eyes narrowed in annoyance. Surprising her, strong hands gripped her hips, twisting his body he plopped her against the edge and dove under the water.
She squealed in surprise by his move and then in pleasure as he began to return the favor. Her head arched as the pleasure increased. She bit her bottom lip to stave off her moans. Her powerful hands gripped the edge of the tub, cracks forming under the restrained pressure that she caused.
She began to perspire a cold sweat as she faced quite the ordeal. She struggled with all her might as she had to survive. She would not allow Bruce to beat her time.
Her eyes bulged as she felt tongue probe her and powerful hands cup her supple bottom, almost lifting her out of the water.
She squealed in excitement as the pleasure surged through every nerve.
Bruce's head still rested underwater, so technically he was still in the game, even though only the posterior section of her body was in the water.
Her head rested on the edge, steadied by her arms. Her climax approached quickly as the man brought her to a spectacular finish with a cry of his name on her lips.
Every part of her tingled as her lower half slowly submerged in the water. Panting, she struggled to recover and wonder as she had lost count of how long he was under. Oblivious, she did not witness the man rise out of the water, a wicked gleam in his eyes.
Slowly, he loomed over her. She cooed feeling his tongue drag along her belly, stopping at her sternum, lips latching onto her left breast.
She yelped in surprise as he sucked the supple flesh. She moaned, hands idly holding his head in place.
After a few minutes he pulled back, a whine escaped the woman in protest. Smugly, Bruce draped his body over hers, his hot breath prickled her ear as he whispered, "I won by three seconds," he boldly claimed.
Instantly, her eyes widened at the prospect of her defeat. "A-Are you sure?"
"What did you think I was doing down there?"
She raised an eyebrow, "Taking care of business," she stated matter-of-factly. Gently, she shoved him back into the water.
"Now I need to beat your time," she told him, diving underwater.
A few weeks later, things started to change.
One night Diana came down all dolled up. She wore a midnight blue one shoulder dress, and silver high heels. Her hair pulled into a bun. A diamond necklace adorned her neck along with a bracelet.
She came into the entertainment room where she saw Bruce sitting on the couch reading the newspaper, while Elissa was in her bouncy chair watching Sesame Street.
The billionaire noticed her out of the corner of his eye. Lowering the paper, he asked, "Where are you going dressed all nice?"
"I have a date," she surprised him.
"Oh? With whom?" he inquired nonchalantly. He played it cool as she did not notice his left hand grip the paper tightly crumbling it slightly.
"J. Devlin Davenport," she explained to him, checking her earrings.
His head whipped to her in disbelief. "J. Devlin Davenport?!"
She blinked at him in confusion. "Yes, we met a few weeks ago at one of the charity events I planned. He asked me out to dinner."
The dark-haired man exhaled deeply, his eyes turned back to the paper in his hands, "Davenport is everything the Bruce Wayne image is without any substance. He is not worth dating," he disclosed, partly irritated.
"It's dinner," she maintained. It was not like she was dating anyone, just a meal. It was the polite thing to do as the man had donated quite a substantial sum to the Children's Fund.
He grumbled and resumed reading the paper.
The woman walked over to her daughter in her bouncy chair. "Be good, baby," she urged, leaving a kiss on her forehead.
Her little girl's eyes turned to her mother; a hand reached out to her. "Be good," the Amazon repeated kissing the little hand.
"I shouldn't be out too late," she informed the man, whom eyes were glued to the newspaper. He purposely ignored her, as he was hurt by her looking for other people.
Diana met Davenport at one of the city's toniest restaurants in town. The valet took care of her car while she strolled into the restaurant.
Immediately, the rich man saw her enter, entranced by her beauty. He waved to her, provoking a smile from the woman as she walked to him.
"Diana," he greeted pleasantly, giving her a charming smile. He stood to meet her, pulling out her chair as she sat down.
"Thank you," she politely responded.
"Of course," the blonde-haired man gave her another smile that was contagious.
The waiter came over and inquired about drinks. Devlin chose wine, while Diana chose iced tea. They got to talking about what the other was up to.
Eventually, what became a pleasant and stimulating conversation turned into vulgarity the more the man drank.
"So, you and Wayne are a thing?" he questioned taking a sip of his champagne.
"In a way," she vaguely answered. She cooled her features as she did not find discussing Bruce to be appropriate.
"Can't believe Wayne has such a hot baby momma," he smirked, shaking his head slightly. Any chance of Diana enjoying her time here was waning quickly. "The man can not golf to save his life but his eye for beautiful woman is astounding."
His leer was taken in stride as Diana's features were cooled. Blank. As she ate in relative one-sided conversation.
"Wow oh wow! I still can't believe Wayne has a kid. Again." He shrugged, "Oh, well, his own fault for not wearing protection," he commented, having a conversation with himself now.
"How old is the child?"
His sudden change in demeanor startled Diana, "Oh, about six-months." She always oozed with pride whenever someone asked about her daughter.
"Wow! You can't even tell you had a baby!" he noted boorishly.
Her eyes narrowed slightly as she was inclined to agree with Bruce's evaluation of the man.
"I'm not so agreeable to having Brucie's sloppy seconds but I'll try anything once," he lewdly mentioned, slurring his words.
And that was the final straw for her.
With a stony face Diana stood up, her chair squeaked along the floor. She discarded her napkin onto the table, grabbing her glass of water and dumped the cool liquid in his face.
"Goodnight," she curtly said to him. She walked away from him, ignoring the onlookers as they witnessed the dripping wet man.
She asked the valet for her car and when they brought it to her, she left without sparing a glance.
The cold water seemed to sober the rich man up.
He noticed all the people observing him as they whispered lowly, gawking and giggling. Normally, he would not care and find another woman to woo. But this… Diana humiliated him. And say what you will about J. Devlin Davenport, but he was not a man to be humiliated, especially in such a public venue.
A wicked thought popped into his mind. Revenge was the obvious course for this slight. He pulled out his phone and searched a phone number. When he found the number in question, he dialed.
A few rings later, he spoke, "Hello, I would like to report an act of child neglect."
He hung up after a few minutes later and smugly downed the last of his champagne and signaled to the waiter for more.
"Should have been more courteous, Diana," he shrugged.
Wayne Manor
Diana returned home earlier than anticipated. When she entered the entertainment room, she found Bruce still reading the paper and Elissa was missing.
Initially, the raven-haired woman thought he was waiting up for her. But she dismissed such notions as she was far too weary to indulge in them. And much more was on her mind.
Bruce looked up from the paper, noticing her somber disposition. He returned to his paper fascinated by an article. "How was your date?"
"Uneventful," a sullen answer was delivered.
She sat down next to him on the couch and took off her heels, discarding them onto the carpet.
"Where's Elissa?"
"I just finished putting her to bed," he supplied.
"Did she go down okay?"
"Fine." A somber silence was in the room as she just stared into space, processing her 'date's' ugly words. The room was quiet aside from breathing and the occasional crumple of the newspaper. Bruce seemed to detect something was off but remained silent.
He did not particularly desire to know how her date went.
Diana's mind was a hurricane of thoughts and feelings. Davenport's comments about her relationship with Bruce struck her as something others would think as well. She told Bruce she did not care about what people thought of her but apparently it did bother her more than she thought.
They were hurtful and rude and… technically true.
She had a child with Bruce. They had slept together many times. They still are sleeping together without all the attachments that a stable relationship brought. Even though to her it was starting to get harder and harder to leave his bed. And unknown to her, Bruce was experiencing the same thing.
She loved Bruce or at least had feelings for him. But she was still too afraid to pursue the billionaire. What could happen to them, to Bruce, or Elissa frightened her. She was not one to give in to fear but Elissa's presence made the woman give forethought to everything she did. Because whatever Diana did would have an impact on her daughter.
Eventually, Diana broke the stifling silence. "Am I your sloppy seconds?" her tone curt, almost accusatory.
"What?!" the dark-haired man whipped his head to her in surprise. He set the paper on his lap, "What are you going on about?"
"It was just something Devlin said tonight," she refused to make eye contact with the man.
The man scowled in reaction. "I told you he wasn't worth dating," he uttered bitterly.
"It was just dinner," she sighed, removing her glasses and rubbed her eyes. He gave her a moment to collect herself and continue when she was ready.
Patiently, he waited.
"Am I your baby momma?" her voice was almost too quiet to for him to hear.
"What?"
She turned to him, her eyes melancholy, "Am I your baby momma? Is that all people will see me as? The woman you put a baby in?" she sounded dejected and frustrated with how she was perceived by people. All her achievements and being the woman Bruce Wayne knocked up was the identifier.
Bruce sighed, "No, Diana," he shook his head. "That is not how people see you as. And if they do, screw 'em. You know who you are," he reassured her.
Hearing him say that made her feel slightly better, but she was still plagued by such thoughts. She grumbled slightly, crossing her arms.
Sensing he should let her blow off steam, he remained silent and turned back to his paper. Diana, on the other hand, got up from the couch and padded across the room almost pacing like.
Her whole night was terrible. She was still deeply troubled by what was said to her by that louse.
She needed to relax. With her favorite pastime. "Wanna have sex?" she broached it so casually she made the man freeze.
A slight pause, "Okay," he shrugged, dropping the paper onto the couch before he followed her upstairs.
City Hall-Mayor Hady's Office
The mayor of Gotham sat behind his desk working late. He was trying to further halt Bruce Wayne's rebuild Gotham Initiative. His way of trying to further serve his own ends instead of the city he was duty bound to serve.
Everything seemed to be good for the corrupt mayor as he found some way to get the construction process held up by some frivolous lawsuits.
Suddenly, his phone rang.
"Yes?" he answered. He perked up when he heard the voice of one of his informers from Child Services. "Oh, really?" he smirked devilishly. "Well, of course you should pursue all claims of child abuse and neglect regardless of who the citizen is. Children are the future as they say," he spoke into the phone.
He hung up the phone and started to chuckle to himself. With a bit of pressure from him Bruce Wayne's life was about to get very difficult.
Wayne Manor
In his bedroom, Bruce laid on his back as a breathtaking creature rode him ferociously. The tempo of her hips was rapid. It seemed like she was chasing her climax rather than be in the moment with the man. Already the headboard was bashing against the wall, scrapping the paint to the point of chipping.
His large hands gripped her hips tightly as the pressure around him was squeezing the life out of him. He grunted in pain as her fingernails dug into his chest, her labored panting spurred him on as he tried to participate but her knees dug into his hips stifling his movement. She seemed to want all the power and all the work tonight. She wanted to be lost in the pleasure as she needed to forget.
She looked so ethereal to him as she rode him covered in sweat. She was beautiful as he memorized her every expression as they made love. The undulation of her breasts had him transfixed. He tried to grab one, only to be stopped by her.
She wanted to do everything tonight. Total control. She needed it.
Bruce winced not of pleasure but of pain. The entire bed rocked as Diana picked up speed. Her knees squeezed his hips tighter, as they started to ache.
"Diana," he grimaced. She ignored him and picked up her pace, unconsciously her powerful legs crushed his hips.
"Diana, you're hurting me," he grunted with a wince.
She heard him clearly and dove backwards removing him from her warm vise. Her eyes wide, heart beating out of her chest, face and chest flushed. She landed at the foot of the bed.
His manhood glistening from her excitement and the condom that was a must for their pastimes.
She panted as she stared at him in panic. "Sorry. So sorry," she apologized in between pants.
"It's okay," he sighed, sitting up on his elbows.
"I could have really hurt you," she reminded him. She wiped the sweat from her forehead, untangling some strands of hair.
"You just got lost in the moment," he excused.
"Maybe we should stop," she suggested concerned by her lack of control.
"No!" he adamantly refused, shocking her. "No, I… I don't want this to end," he told her, his tone softer than before.
Truthfully, she did not want to stop being with him either. This middle ground of theirs was working keeping them connected and involved with one another. If they were not intimate with one another then the only other time they would see each other was when Elissa was present. And she took their complete attention. Diana loved having Bruce's attention solely on her when they were together. They both offered the other a respite from their hectic lives. And they enjoyed the time together.
She pulled her legs together slightly, a pang of guilt welling up inside her. She could have really hurt him if she wasn't careful enough.
Already she could notice some bruises on the man's hips begin to form, more guilt arose inside her.
Seeing her reaction, the man attempted humor, "I think this is one injury I don't have to lie about to excuse," he joked.
She turned sheepish, regretting her loss of control.
The man crawled over to her, hovering. She looked up to meet his eyes. "Let's go slow this time. Let me be on top for a bit," he suggested, speaking softly.
She smiled a bit as the man lightly nudged her onto her back.
He leaned down pressing his lips to hers and then to her cheek. Trailing down her cheek to her jaw, to her neck, sucking the flesh, a moan leaving her as she was delighted by the sensation. He continued his ministrations as his hands rubbed up and down her thighs, grazing her inner thigh and then found her intimacy. She clenched around the digits as his mouth continued to work. Her coos spurring him on.
His teeth sunk into her breast as he applied pressure to the dark tips. She hissed as his teeth left an impression in her flesh while his fingers continued their work.
A wet sound echoed in the bedroom as her loins moistened.
Her fingers clenched the sheets tightly as her nerves were electrified. Her eyes rolled back as a sensation ran up her body. Her head tensed, twitching back and forth as the pleasure spiked. Her sheath squeezed his fingers as he delivered pleasure to her.
His other hand grabbed her other breast massaging the supple flesh as his mouth nibbled on the other.
"OH!" she bellowed in climax.
He removed his fingers from her as she twitched. A lethargic expression on her face brought a smirk to his face, gratified by how well he treated her.
"You alright?" he inquired a little worriedly.
An indistinct grunt alerted him that she was indeed alive.
The next morning all was mundane in the Wayne household. In the dining room, Diana was dressed in her pajamas still as she fed Elissa her breakfast of baby food cereal and milk.
Bruce sat at the table reading the paper while having coffee. Alfred was in the kitchen finishing making breakfast.
"Come on. A little more, young lady," Diana spoke to her baby, whom was getting a little fussy that morning.
The little one furiously shook her head, fighting with her mother.
"Please," she pleaded. "Just finish your breakfast and then we can play," she enticed. She shoved the little spoon into the little girl's mouth. "Thank you," Diana said appreciatively as her daughter swallowed the food.
While Diana was preoccupied with the baby, Bruce was in deep contemplation. He had been thinking about it for a while. But he was too scared to broach it until now. Because Diana went out on that date with Devlin. He felt like she was pulling away. If he did not make his move, he feared he might lose her. Their friends with benefits relationship was stable but it seemed teetering on the edge of collapse given Diana dating other people or having dinner with other people.
Diana wiped the little one's mouth with a napkin before she continued feeding her.
"Diana," the man called to her.
"Yes?" she turned her head to him, pausing in feeding their daughter.
"Would you want to…" he struggled to say, "get dinner some time?"
Diana's fine eyebrows furrowed in concentration. Her lips twitched upward, "Bruce, are you… asking me out on a date?" she responded dumbfounded.
"I am." He answered honestly. Inwardly, fearing her refusal.
Her lips pursed, eyes narrowing as she examined his face and took her time carefully considering his request.
After what felt like years, she finally answered him, "I wouldn't mind a night out where I didn't have to spoon food into a small person's mouth," she teased. Nevertheless, the Amazon cherished every moment she spent with her daughter. Elissa cooed in protest, demanding her breakfast.
A smile crept onto the man's face, "Great!" he replied a little too enthusiastically. A feeling of embarrassment fell over him and adjusted himself as Diana giggled at his expense.
"So," getting back to the matter at hand, "next Friday at eight?" he inquired.
The raven-haired woman nodded," Yes, Friday at eight works for me," she answered him with a smile.
Before the billionaire could silently celebrate the doorbell suddenly rang. He found it curious as it was early in the morning on a Saturday.
He dismissed it as he knew Alfred would answer the door.
Minutes pass until a cry from Alfred alerted the two adults that not all was well.
"Master Bruce!"
Said man perked up, sharing a look with the woman, before he went to Alfred.
"Alfred…" the billionaire went to the front door, immediately seeing the older man in distress and noticed an older woman and a police officer escorting her.
"Bruce Wayne?" the older woman addressed him.
"Yes?"
"I'm Eliza Meriwether. I'm from Child Protective Services. There has been an accusation of child abuse against you. I am here to remove Elissa Wayne from your care until this is settled," she informed him, making her way into the manor.
"What? This does not seem like normal procedure," the man stated.
"It doesn't matter what you seem to think. There has been a report of abuse and I am here to investigate," she maintained, stepping through the foyer.
Alfred came over to the man, "I'm sorry, sir. I tried to stop them, but the officer threatened to arrest me."
"It's fine, Alfred. Diana!" the man shouted for the woman to alert her that something was wrong.
Eliza entered into the dining room finding Diana, whom had just enough time to get her Diana Prince disguise on thanks to Bruce's warning.
"Diana Prince?"
"Yes?" Diana answered, glasses on her face and her hair in a messy bun.
"I'm Eliza Meriwether. I am from Child Protective Services. I am here to take Elissa Wayne into custody due to an accusation of abuse," she informed the mother.
"What?! NO!" Diana refused, standing up from her chair.
"I'm afraid you have no choice in the matter. I am here for the child. Interfere and you will be charged," she warned. The older woman took the infant from her highchair.
Just then Bruce and company enter the room. Diana whipping her head to the man, "Bruce, they're taking our daughter from us," she frantically said to him.
"We'll get this sorted out," he assured her. He put himself in front of her, believing she would pounce on the woman taking their children from them under false pretenses. Hell, he wanted to join the woman. But then, they would be arrested, and Elissa would be in the system until everything was sorted out.
The older woman curtly walked out of the dining room and followed the police officer to the foyer. Bruce and Diana frantically following them.
Diana was frantic. She couldn't breathe. Her world was collapsing in on itself as this stranger took her child from her. As they walked through the doorway, Diana practically lunged at the woman for her baby only for Bruce to stop her.
"Diana, don't," he said gently.
Desperation overwhelmed her as Bruce blocked her from going through the doorway. They watched as the woman and police officer escorted the infant to the car.
Diana's fingers pressed into the door hinge digging into the wood, she prepared to leap over the man and chase them down to get her child back.
Her anger and protectiveness died as she heard Elissa wail as she was torn away from the only parents and home she had ever known. The Amazon's heart breaking as she heard her daughter cry out for her mother and she was helpless to do anything.
The raven-haired woman choked as she sobbed as they drove away. Her hands covering her mouth as she silently sobbed. Bruce immediately comforted her, wrapping his arms around her.
Inwardly, he was an angry mess. He whipped his head looking back towards Alfred.
"Alfred, get my lawyer on the phone," he commanded, his tone heated. "I don't care that it's a Saturday. I want my daughter home. And I want her home now!"
The older man urgently carried out the order. While the billionaire fumed.
Someone would pay for this!
NEXT: PT 2
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