Tabloids (Any)
Bruce Wayne was working in his office in Wayne Manor when the unexpected slamming of his front door startled him from his paperwork. He frowned to himself wondering who was so upset to slam the door like that. He'd be surprised if the door hadn't broken off its hinge with the abuse that it had just taken.
A string of Ancient Greek curses drifted to his ears, carried on the wind of a fuming Amazon.
Diana.
He visibly grimaced as he sat back in his chair as he fiddled with his pen, wondering if he had done something wrong. His mind raced as he reviewed everything that had happened since he'd last seen her. He couldn't think of anything that he'd done or not done for that matter. She was fine when she left here this morning…actually, they had both been more than fine.
His momentary grin turned into a frown as he reached for his cup of coffee, taking a sip as he mentally weighed his options. Should he see what was wrong or wait for her to come to him? Both options seemed like the right one and yet both carried their respective risks when it came to a furious Amazon.
Thankfully, Bruce didn't have to decide as Diana stormed into his office like a fierce hurricane. Despite the fact she was clearly upset, he had to admit she was breathtaking when she was angry. He just hoped the anger wasn't directed at him, however, making up with her was always a very pleasurable encounter.
Diana's red dress matched the flush of her cheeks as she raised her arm, showing him a newspaper clutched tightly in her fist. "Have you seen this?" she demanded to know.
"Maybe…" he ventured. He hadn't had a chance to read the newspaper yet today, so he was rather apprehensive about where this conversation was heading. "What exactly is that in your hand?"
"The Gotham Gazette," she seethed, tossing it onto his desk before she began to pace back and forth in front of his desk. "See for yourself."
Bruce's frown deepened as he carefully smoothed out the paper, reading through the headlines on the front page. "Okay, what am I supposed to be upset about?" he questioned, risking a fleeting glance at her.
"Don't you see that picture of us from last night?"
Looking over the newspaper again, his attention fell on the stunning picture of him and Diana going out for dinner at the new French restaurant that opened in Gotham. He couldn't help but smile at the sight of them together. "You look stunning."
"Don't you see the big red arrow pointing at my abdomen?" she cried as she paused her pacing to jab at the paper with her forefinger. "They think I'm pregnant!"
Bruce squinted at the picture, leaning in closer to scrutinize the allegations. "You don't look any different than you ever have, and you certainly don't look pregnant."
"Thank you," she said, throwing her hands up in the air. "Then, why does the whole world think I'm pregnant?"
"Excuse me?" he ventured, confused. "The whole world?"
"Yes!" she exclaimed, grabbing her purse, and withdrawing several more tabloids. She threw them onto his desk to see the evidence for himself. "We've only been together for a month, and everyone thinks I'm pregnant already!"
Bruce could see why Diana was upset. It was unsettling to have the world watching their every move and speculating on their life. "Don't let it get to you," he advised her, handing the tabloids back to her.
Her sapphire eyes narrowed and darkened into a penetrating glare, alerting him to the fact that he had just said the wrong thing. "Don't let it get to me?" she slowly repeated his words, incredulous at his advice. "How can you be so blase about it, Bruce? Doesn't it bother you in the least that they think that we're going to have a baby?"
"Not really," he confessed.
"That's all you have to say about it?" she exclaimed, folding her arms against her chest as she stared him down.
"I've had to deal with nonsense like this my entire life," he revealed. "It became worse after my parents were killed. They wanted to know every move I made, speculated on who I was dating next, and which female socialite I was going to marry. I learned long ago that I just had to let it go and live my life regardless of what the world thought they knew about me."
Diana sighed heavily, noticeably still upset about the allegations. "I haven't even gained any weight and they're making assumptions about me."
Bruce got up from his chair and made his way around his desk, gently prying her arms apart before taking her hand in his. He gently tugged on her hand to follow him to the leather couch before the fireplace, sitting down together.
"I think you look perfect," he told her as he paused to kiss the back of her hand, "and someday, if you do get pregnant, you'll still be just as beautiful to me regardless."
A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth despite her best efforts to stay mad. "That's sweet, Bruce," she replied. "I don't know how you have put up with it for all these years. Didn't it drive you mad sometimes?"
"Yes, I have to admit there were times that I wanted Batman to visit the newspaper writer and string him up from a streetlight, but if I did that every time something was written about me that I didn't like, I'd never have time to keep Gotham safe."
Diana couldn't help but chuckle with his response. "I guess you're right," she reluctantly admitted. "So, I guess you're against me physically relocating all of them to Antarctica?"
Bruce laughed with her, his thumb caressing her hand. "I'm afraid so, although, if you relocate them to the Fortress of Solitude, Clark could have some company."
Diana rolled her eyes. "His newspaper is just as bad," she grumbled with the reminder of the Man of Steel. "They're already speculating that I'm on maternity leave from the League."
"Do I need to give Clark an earful?" he asked, ready to go to war for her if need be…not that she would ever need him to. Still, he would in a heartbeat.
"Already did," she confessed with a grin. "I think I scared him. He said he'd talk to the person who wrote the article."
"That's my girl," he praised her, kissing her temple as his arm slipped around her shoulders. "Do you want to hear some of the stories written about me?"
"I can't imagine anyone writing something bad about you," she replied.
Bruce laughed in response to her sincerity. "Well, you know that I cultivated a bad boy imagine making certain that no one would associate me with Batman," he reminded her.
"Yes, but none of that is true," she told him, her hand coming to rest against his chest. "I know what beats inside of here and it's the heart of a brave and noble man."
Touched by her words, he tipped his head to capture her lips in a heated kiss that bespoke of his appreciation and love for her. "Some of it wasn't all false," he confessed. "I'm afraid I've had my fair share of women in my life."
"But I'm your last," she stated with a raised eyebrow, her tone allowing no room for argument.
"Definitely," he agreed as they shared another kiss.
"Tell me some stories they wrote about you," she requested as she snuggled deeper into his embrace.
"Let's see," he thoughtfully murmured. "There was one that had me engaged to three women at the same time."
"That's terrible," she said with a snicker.
"There was one time that they wrote that I was having an affair with a Prime Minister's wife," he revealed. "I supposedly have several love children with an actress I've never met."
"I guess having a bad boy image will contribute to that," she replied.
"That's why I don't pay attention to it," he told her. "It actually helped to separate me from Batman. I was too busy supposedly sleeping with all of these people to be patrolling Gotham all night."
"What else?"
"It's been reported I'm gay, I have a sex slave chained to my bed to pleasure me anytime I want, I'm not the son of Tom and Martha Wayne but a test tube baby. I'm also having an affair with Superman," he revealed. "It goes on and on. It's positively ludicrous."
"With Kal?" Diana laughed. "That's hilarious."
"I know, but you just have to live your life and ignore it," he explained. "Once when I was younger, I tried to fight it, but I discovered that the more you fight it the more they believe it to be true. Silence is golden."
Diana caressed his chest through his shirt, proud of the man that she had fallen in love with. "You're right."
"What was that?" he questioned her with a laugh.
"I said you are right," she repeated. She sat up, placing one leg over his lap to straddle him so she could face him. "I'm sorry I got so upset. I'm very protective of what we have together. I don't want anything to ruin it."
"Diana, if being with me is causing too much trouble and drawing unwanted attention—"
"No," she shook her head. "It's all right. It's just not something that I'm used to. I mean there was some of it when I came to Man's World and with League missions. Back then, I was able to ignore it, but now, it feels like the world is trying to invade something very precious to me. It's just going to take a little time to get used to it."
Bruce smiled softly as his hands cupped her face. "What we have is special to me as well," he admitted. "We'll fight to protect it, princess."
She leaned in and kissed him, savoring the slow, gentle expression of love that they were sharing as tongues caressed. Sometimes, it was fierce and passionate between them, all-consuming in its erotic intensity. Sometimes, it was playful with him, teasing and torturing with what each other wanted most. Then other times, sweet and gentle, intent on drawing out pleasure for as long as humanly possible, and yet no less powerful in its demonstration.
He always seemed to know what she needed and just how to give it to her. It was the same for her with him. It was as if they knew each other on a supernatural level that only a soulmate could ever know. She knew he didn't believe in the notion of soulmates, but she knew in her heart that she had met hers in him.
Bruce groaned softly as she kissed along his jaw to his neck, whispering her love for him as his hands slid up her back to pull her closer. His hand finally settled on her lower back, pushing her pelvis against his to show her how much he wanted her. His mind was swiftly beginning to shut down as desire took hold of him, thoughts of only her and how much he wanted her sweeping through him. He always wanted her.
"Diana…" he moaned her name as her hand slipped inside his workout shorts, her fingers wrapping around him.
His breathing grew ragged as his head fell back against the couch, his entire body immediately tensing in response as he squeezed his eyes shut. The knowledge that they were alone in the manor but that someone could come home at any moment only intensified his excitement and pleasure.
His fingers dug deep into Diana's hips enough to bruise any other woman, but she was not just another woman. A strangled gasp escaped his lips when she pulled him free from his shorts. She released him long enough to pull her dress up, shifting her position to take him inside of her with a slow, deliberate movement that had his head spinning.
She began to rock her hips, varying her movements just enough to keep him clinging to the edge by his fingertips. Her head fell back as she took him even deeper inside of her, pausing to tighten her walls around him to the point he thought he would black out. She ground her hips on his lap, causing him to buck in response.
She cried out his name as she suddenly came in a rush of emotions and heated release. He didn't allow her a moment of reprieve as he abruptly flipped her onto her back on the couch, pumping into her at a punishing tempo that left her gasping and writhing.
"You're mine…forever," he breathlessly told her as he climaxed deep inside of her, sending her into a second orgasm that shook her to her core.
His body buckled as he collapsed on top of her, Diana cradling him between her legs as she wrapped her arms tightly around him. She kissed along his neck as she fought to regain control of her body once more. "You're mine too," she reminded him.
He buried his face in the crook of her neck, kissing her soft skin. He kissed his way up to her ear. "Maybe we should give the tabloids something to talk about," he huskily whispered in her ear, biting down gently on her earlobe, and earning a gasp.
She turned her head to gaze into his eyes, running her tongue along her bottom lip in a seductive manner that had him wanting more of her. "Who says we already haven't?"