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Realization	By : Evanscent Category: DC Verse Cartoons > Justice League Views: 27447 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Wonder Woman, Batman, nor any part of the DC 'Verse. It is not my intention to suggest otherwise. I make no profits from any of this work, it is purely a fiction created by a fan.

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A/N: Someone told me to extend the chapter to make increase the intrigue. Let's see if that happens...
Realization
Chapter 2
“I need an answer, Diana. I can’t continue this without your consent.” His voice was gravelly and low as he dragged a hand down the front of her uniform. The costume gave way a touch as he tugged down the hemline at the breast. Wonder Woman was not known for her patch jobs.
“What are my options?” she breathed, making time. Her hands twisted in his grasp, but she did not attempt to free herself.
He slanted a smile. “One, you can leave and we can forget this. Two, we can proceed without the serum. We can discuss this if you desire. Or three, we can attempt to make you as helpless as you’ve never imagined. I will not endanger your life and the effects are not lasting. They will wear off and your powers will return to you as previous. We can continue as long as you choose to do so.”
The unwinding of her costume continued. Her breasts strained against the cloth as it began to give. “Diana… you’re running out of time. I cannot choose for you.” His head lowered, his breath falling upon the pale expanse of her upper chest. His lips brushed her skin, feeling cool.
“Diana. If you do not decide, I will assume you’re taking option number one. I will not give you these options again.” He held onto the thread, pausing the unraveling of her costume. He moved, placing himself eye to eye. “Do you trust me?” He wanted her answer to be truthful and thought out, not a coerced answer through manipulation.
She stared back up at him, nodding.
“Say it, Diana. Do you trust me?”
“I trust you, Bruce.”
“Then we’ll continue with the serum?”
“Yes.”
“You have to say it, Diana. I need to know you understand what you’re accepting.”
“Yes, Bruce. I want the serum.”
“I was hoping you’d say that.” He released the thread, the weight of her breasts pushing the material open to her sternum. He released her wrists, hand moving to cup one soft globe, thumb brushing over the nipple, baring the pink morsel. It puckered, teased to a hard tip as he stroked it gently. “What you’re feeling now… I imagine it is a dull shadow to what you might experience later. If my theory is right, you’ll experience everything physically to a new degree.”
She sucked in some air, releasing it slowly in a soft moan. “Will this hurt?”
“This?” He stroked her breast again, gentle, deliberate. “No. This will feel different, I believe. But it won’t hurt. Other things might, at first. It is important that you communicate to me how you feel. I do not want to …damage you, though I do believe that you will heal if that should occur.”
“When do we start?” Her hands fell upon his shoulder, dragging over his body armor and wishing it was his bare skin.
“Now, if you wish.” He planted a kiss on her lips. “This is your choice, Diana.”
“I’m ready. I trust you, Bruce.”
He rose from the bed and turned to his workbench. From a drawer he retrieved a portable breathing device. It was palm sized with a black canister attached. “The aerosol is the quickest way for the reaction to occur. I do anticipate dizziness, fainting and perhaps hunger as a side effect. I recommend you stay on the bed so you do not fall.”
She took the device and thought carefully. “You promise my powers will return, right?”
“Correct. The serum acts like a virus. Your body’s natural immune system will develop the antibodies within a couple hours, maybe less. It blocks your body’s ability to do things outside of your typical DNA structure – since the core of you is human, you’ll be human. It will not damage your DNA structure, nor will it attack your immune system. It will not replicate. It will not destroy any cells. Once your immune system blocks the serum, I’ll have to change the chemical makeup. Like having the flu when you were a kid, you don’t have any long term side effects.”
How did you come up with this stuff? “How long have you been thinking about this, Bruce?”
“I developed a serum in hopes of replicating your DNA structure to see if I could isolate your powers. If for some reason you should ever be weakened, I could return you to your original state. However, I am unable to replicate your powers, since they are …a gift. While it had occurred to me that I could reverse the effects, I did not assume I could use it until recently.”
Wonder Woman placed the inhaler over her mouth. She gave one last pause while considering her final choice when the Watertower’s alarms sounded. Red flashing lights blinked through the hallways. Batman pressed the intercom, “J’onn, what is it?”
“I don’t know yet. The alarms are sounding, but no call has come in. We’re not sure if there’s something wrong or if the system is going haywire.”
“I’ll be right there.”
Wonder Woman was ready for action. “Where do I need to be?”
“Stand by at the teleporter. We need to determine what the threat is before we go rushing off. We’ll catch up later.”
Three hours later, Batman had gutted the mainframe. The Justice League was operating by satellite phone for the time being. Wires burst through panels in every direction in the control room. He sat, silent and focused on the task at hand, his goggles over his eyes as he welded the motherboard back together.
Superman and the Green Arrow took up their old posts on Earth. No call had come in. No bad guys, no criminals, no aliens, just a faulty sub-processing program that managed to screw Batman’s computer to Hades and back.
The Flash leaned over him, teasing, “I thought your stuff was virus proof, Batman.”
“It is.”
“Then what happened? Did you mess it up? Red wire, blue wire kind of thing?”
Batman looked up at the Flash, his goggles still in place. He stared silently until the Flash showed both his hands in peace, “Hey, never mind, right? I mean, you’ll fix it in no time!”
All the primary systems were operating. The lights, the temperature, the oxygen scrubbers – they all were untouched by the issue. Something had deliberately attacked the warning system and only that system. He could not determine what had happened. He had to rework it from the ground up, just to be sure that whatever the problem was, he fixed it.
Each day passed slowly. Batman was entrenched in the control room, his tools spread out before him. He worked diligently, tirelessly. Days became a week before the panels were secured. A week became a month before the control room was open again.
Batman’s back popped as he stood from the controls, finally finished. He made his way to the teleport deck. Wonder Woman was there waiting for him. “I need to return to Gotham. I’ll be back in a few weeks.”
She leaned close and laid a kiss on his cheek. “See you then.”
“Diana. I want you to know – I haven’t changed my mind.”
“Neither have I.” A small smile graced her lips.
“See you soon.” He stood on the panel and teleported away.
Wonder Woman stared at the empty deck. What’s a few more weeks, right? Those few weeks passed more slowly than any month in her life, and that was saying something. When Batman finally returned, she noticed only when his door was open. She paused, peeking in. “Bruce?” He did not appear to be inside.
“Diana.”
Shit! She jumped; visibly. “Hello Bruce. You startled me. Again.” She turned, facing Batman with a frown.
“Busy?”
She glanced around. No one was looking. “No, I don’t believe so.”
“Come in.” He walked passed her, disappearing behind the door to his room. Hesitating, she followed as he requested, “Please.”
The door shut behind her, Batman locking it down. “I am anxious to resume our …experiment.”
“You missed me?” she quipped, unprepared for the look of need that raked over his face.
“Yes.” He stepped closer to her, inhaling deeply.
She reached out, placing her hands on his hips. “Bruce, I’ve missed you too. I thought for sure two months would be enough time for you to forget.”
He leaned over her, kissing a row down her forehead to her lips. He had wanted to express the need he felt for her, the ache that felt as though he hungered for her and solely her. Nothing else could vanquish the void and merely the sight alone of her would never been enough anymore. He ached to do more than simply taste and feel her; his need was greater. His mouth melded with hers and he tasted her deeply.
He led her to his bed, stretching out on top of her. “Diana. Do you want to continue with our experiment?”
“You don’t waste any time, do you?” she playfully teased him.
“No. I want to know how to proceed.” He gave her his full gaze, allowing the weight of it to settle upon her. “I want to know what your desires are.” His eyes trailed down her body. She felt him undress her with those eyes. She felt naked and exposed. A thrill shot up her spine. He eyed her like someone eyes something of great desire, like something they wanted to possess.
“Remind me of my options?”
“One, we forget all of this. Two, we discuss our physical relationship without the serum. Or… Three, I make you feel as helpless and weak as any mere mortal and show you the fear, the pleasure and the pain of it.” He swallowed her with his eyes. His need was consuming.
He retrieved the handheld canister from his belt. Always prepared. “I’ve had some additional time while in Gotham to perfect the balance. I believe it will work like a charm.”
Wonder Woman accepted the canister. She placed the mask over her mouth and pressed the button. She breathed in deep, inhaling the gas. It smelled like burning tires. She coughed. She looked up at him with teary eyes. He removed the mask.
“How long?”
He raised an eyebrow. “I have a good idea to test it.”
“Okay?”
He backhanded her across the face, half strength, half speed.
“Ouch, you son of a bitch!” She snapped her head back, blood dripping at the corner of her mouth.
“Didn’t see that coming, huh?”
Her fingers dabbed at the liquid, her tongue lashing it away. “I can see your reasoning.” She rubbed her cheek, the sensation stinging more than what was comfortable. “It hurts more than it used to.”
“Let me try something else.” He knelt down over her and pulled off his gloves. “You asked if this would hurt.” He smoothed a hand down her breast, fingertips encircling the pink areola with the lightest of touches.
Shudders wracked her spine, her flesh tingling under his ministrations. Her nipple hardened, feeling achy and stiff. Her breasts felt heavier and sensitive. She breathed in and out quickly, her teeth nearly chattering. “Okay, okay! I see your point!” She reached out, brushing his hand away.
Her hand connected with an immoveable object with surprise. His hand remained, fingers now encircling the globe of her breast. “Not as strong as you once were?” He leaned in closer, his lips brushing over hers. “What does it feel like, Diana? You can’t push me away.”
Fear, a cold sensation that built in her stomach, grew to the point she panted for air. She pushed back, shoving with the strength she had always possessed and took for granted. Batman did not move. He transferred both her wrists to one hand and pressed them back down into the bed. “How does it feel, knowing I can hold you down? Knowing you can’t push back. You can’t escape. You can’t win. I could do anything I wanted to you. No one would hear. No one would see. And no one could stop me. How does it feel, Diana?”
She kicked, Batman’s weight growing as he sat over her waist. She tugged at her wrists. She squirmed and bucked. She panted, gasping for air like never before. Panic, for the first time in what felt like centuries, took a hold of her. Her muscles burned with the effort of her struggles. “You’re hurting me,” she groaned.
“Stop struggling and it will stop hurting.”
She stilled, her breath heaving her chest. Her squirming opened her uniform to her navel. Sweat beaded over her brow. “I’m weak…”
“You’re like me, Diana. You’re mortal. For now.” Something dark filled his eyes.
The cuffs clinked shut above her head, binding her wrists to the head of the bed. She gave it a solid tug and grimaced as the metal bit into her wrists above her bracers enough to welt. “Careful. While I expect injuries like that to heal once the serum wears off, you could seriously hurt yourself in the time being.”
Batman sat back, toying with her costume idly. He unraveled it completely, letting the fabric fall away from her body. He tugged her boots off and tossed the uniform aside. He climbed back above her, watching her intently. “Are you uncomfortable?”
“I’m naked and handcuffed while experiencing the weakest moment in my life thus far. I am uncomfortable.”
“Diana. Are you in pain?”
Her head shook, her eyes closed.
Cloth tore and she found her eyes wrapped shut with a blindfold. “Easier?”
“Perhaps.”
His weight shifted on the bed. She could hear him remove his regalia. He knelt back down over her. The cloth on his legs let her know he wasn’t completely naked. “I have wanted this for some time. I will try to start out slow, to test the water, so to speak.”
He hovered close, his breath falling over her stomach. She could feel his body stretch slowly over her as his mouth climbed her skin, lips dragging over her ribcage, her sternum and over her breasts to her throat. Goosebumps riddled over her, small tremors causing her limbs to shake. He kissed her neck, nudging her to give his access to the smooth column of flesh.
She turned her head for him, breath quickening. His fingertips danced over one thigh, lighting delicately over her knee and toward her hip. Her skin felt alive and hot, her heart felt as though it were beating in her ears.
“Diana. Spread your legs for me… I want to feel how excited you are.” His lips brushed her ear, tickling her. She shivered and hissed a breath. “Diana, I want to feel how wet you are.”
She responded shyly, her legs moving slowly to expose herself fully to him. Bruce got a good look of her body. Heavy, delicious breasts moved with each breath, her rounded hips curving as sculpted abs dipped in over the bone. Her pubis was trimmed and maintained, a small triangle of hair left at the top of her slit. Powerful thighs and calves were complimented with delicate ankles and toes. She was perfection. She was his… for the time being.
“Good,” he breathed, his mouth descending to her breast and lapping at her taunt nipple. She inhaled sharply, her back arching as her shoulders pressed into the mattress. His thumb pressed down the length of her slit, parting her lips delicately. She shivered with a low moan rumbling through her.
“Bruce…” She squirmed, her heels digging into the bed.
“Shhhh,” he whispered against her breast, stilling the vixen beneath him. His fingers slid up, delving within her exposed folds. She was hot and slick, her body trembling with excitement.
“Oh, Diana… You’re so wet. You love this, don’t you? You love being at my mercy. You love knowing that anything I want to do to you… you couldn’t stop me. I could turn you over and fuck you, right now, and you couldn’t do anything but cry out as I make you mine. I could fuck that slick cunt till you screamed, couldn’t I?”
Her mouth fell open, a wordless moan flowing from her.
He brought his hand up, tongue laving over one finger. “Tangy… Taste it, Diana. Open your mouth. Taste your pussy.”
Wordlessly, her mouth opened. Batman slipped the other finger along her lips. “Taste it.” She obeyed, sucking away her flavor.
He pulled his hand away to place it back upon her quivering pussy. “I want another, don’t you? Open your legs wider.”
She complied with a whimper. His fingers swept over her slick slit and pushed deep inside her. She cried out softly, her hips bucking forward, begging for more. “Oh… you like that, don’t you?” He pumped his fingers into her, a soft sucking sound echoing his motions. “Such a tight cunt… Can’t wait to feel it wrapped around my cock. Gonna love fucking your pussy, Diana. I’m gonna make you beg me for it. I’m gonna make you beg me to fuck you so hard, you’ll scream. Won’t you? Won’t you do that for me?”
Diana panted hard, her pussy aching like it never had before. She felt needy, empty. She craved something to fill the emptiness. “Bruce…”
Her nipple burned as he bit down on it, his teeth tugging firmly. She cried out, body physically shaking as she attempted to calm down, “Shhhh, Diana. Now open your mouth and taste your pussy.”
She obeyed, her tongue coiling around his finger greedily. “Tell me you like the way it tastes.”
She slurped as he pulled his hand away, “I like it…” Her voice sounded weak and trembling even to her own ears.
“Like what, Diana? Tell me, or I won’t fuck you with my fingers.”
She whined, “I like the taste of my…”
“Say it, say it and I’ll make you cum on my hand.” His fingertips trailed along the outside of her pussy.
“I like the taste of my pussy! Please!” She lifted her head and tugged on her cuffs, the bed creaking with her effort.
“Good girl…” Bruce’s mouth soothed over her abused nipple as his fingers pushed back into her pussy. He worked them in and out, his thumb parting her folds. “Let me get just a small taste…”
His weight shifted, his breath now cascading down over her hot abdomen. His tongue darted along her smooth skin, flicking over her exposed sensitive nub as his fingers pumped in and out of her cunt. He laved at her clit, flicking it mercilessly as he sped up his motions.
“Come on, Diana… Cum for me? Give up.” His teeth raked over the over-stimulated flesh, eliciting a sharp cry from her. Her body contorted as she orgasmed, her legs lifting and twitching.
Her hands wrenched at the bed frame and with a groan of metal, she tugged free, hands curled around the metal post. She kicked out, landing a solid hit in his eye while simultaneously striking him across the head with the bed frame.
Bruce struggled to keep himself upright and standing. His vision blurred and his right eye burned from the impact.
He regained himself, eyes focusing on Wonder Woman again. She had yanked the cuffs apart and pulled the blindfold from her eyes. “Did I do that?”
Bruce sighed, “Back to the drawing board. Apparently over-excitement speeds up the process.”
“Your nose might be broken.”
He touched his nose. It stung. “Yes, it might.”
“I’m sorry.” She curled her legs beneath her, appearing shy after what he had done to her.
He gave a bark of laugher. “I’m not, Diana. I’m not.”
Blood was welling up at his nostrils. He pressed a keypad against the wall, opening a locker. He retrieved a small washcloth and wiped his nose. “Consider this a debriefing. Tell me. What did you experience?”
“May I wear something? You didn’t leave me with much.”
From the same locker he retrieved a towel. “Will this do?” He sat next to her on the bed, pausing every now and again to dab his nose. The coloration was spreading across his eye and cheek.
She wrapped herself up, feeling very luxurious in such a soft towel. “Thank you.”
“Tell me. What was it like?”
“It was unlike anything I had ever experienced before… I was scared. I was helpless.” She pulled the towel tighter across her frame. “You spoke to me like no one ever had before.”
He nodded, “Did the serum make you feel ill or uncomfortable? Was there any pain or nausea?”
She shook her head. “I do not recognize every feeling that I had. Some were …disquieting. Some were thrilling. I do not feel as though the serum has damaged anything. I feel fine. Though…”
“Yes?”
“Sticky. I am in need of a bath.” Color rose up her cheeks. “I’ll need to get to my room before… getting to the showers.”
“Ah. You do not want to be seen.” He rose, again palming a panel at the far wall. “As mentioned before, it is your choice and I will not give any information you do not wish to share.” A door slid open, revealing a room behind. “Please. Help yourself. I should have your needs taken care of.” He motioned toward the open door.
Diana found herself in a delightful bathroom. Racks of clothing offered her several uniforms and pairs of boots. She lifted one, wondering how he knew her measurements but expecting it to fit perfectly. Robes hung from pegs in the wall, followed by a row of huge, soft towels. A glass enclosed shower stood at one corner of the room and a large tub with several jets in another. Dividing the two was a double sink vanity and a long expanse of mirror.
“I don’t suppose you could put one of these in my room?”
“Favoritism? Doubtful.” He pressed a remote and the shower began to flow and steam. Water dripped from above and spouted from several heads mounted onto the wall. Steam billowed over the top of the glass. “Enjoy, Princess.”
“Oh no, you are not leaving me alone in here. I don’t know how to work any of this.” She gestured toward the wall of water works. “What if I need help?”
“I suppose I could chaperone your visit…” The door slid shut behind him. “Though I can’t promise to keep my hands to myself.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” She dropped her towel, discarded her tiara in her rack of clothes and disappeared into the hot steam of the shower. “Coming?”
Bruce slid out of his training pants and followed Diana’s call, pausing only to select a condom from the vanity. He stepped in beside her, his hands slipped around her waist, his mouth descending upon hers demandingly. She returned his kiss, hands slicking through his hair.
Forcefully, Bruce turned her in his grasp. He pressed her against the glass, a hand buried in her hair to pull her head back. His mouth made new trails down her throat and ear, his body pressing against hers. She could feel him growing hard against the swell of her ass. He nudged against her, letting his length slip between her thighs.
“Yesssss,” she hissed, rising to her toes, her hips moving against him. She could see herself in the mirror, her breasts clearing paths of condensation from the glass, a shadow of a man behind her. “Talk to me, Bruce… Like before.”
“Are you still wet, Diana? Are you still aching for me?” His hand tugged on her hip, pulling her away enough for him to slip his hand down her slit. “Oh, yes…” A finger slid into her tight cunt. “You’re soaked. I bet it was dripping down your thighs, wasn’t it? That’s why you got in the shower so fast, right? You didn’t want me to see how badly you loved it.”
His fist tightened in her hair. “Tell me. Did you try to hide how excited you were from me?” His teeth rasped over the shell of her ear.
“Yes,” she whispered, her forehead pressed to the glass.
“Louder, Diana. Tell me how wet you were.”
“I was dripping... I was more excited than I’d ever been.” She closed her eyes as he readjusted, one hand pressed against her back, his weight pressing her breasts to the cool glass. She could see her nipples, pink and hard, in the mirror.
“Do you want me?” To emphasize his point, the tip of his cock slid along her inner thigh and her pussy lips. “Do you want me to fuck that tight, wet cunt? Tell me. Tell me, Diana, or you can finish alone.” His free hand quickly rolled the condom down his rigid length.
She breathed deeply in the steam, her hands spread wide over the shower glass. “Yesssss. Fuck my cunt till I beg you to stop!”
He wasn’t careful with her. He wasn’t gentle. He was forceful. Aligning himself with her, she shoved her down on his cock, stopping only when he could not shove any more. Quickly, he pulled away, ignoring her gasp. He shoved again, his hips meeting her ass with a wet slap of flesh. His voice was dark and heady, “Tell me you love it. Tell me you need it.”
“I love it,” she breathed, “I need it. Please. Fuck me. I need to feel it.” She leaned back into him, opening herself fully so he could fill her completely.
“Good… good…” He adjusted, allowing her to lean over enough to give him the angle he desired. Her breasts swayed, water collecting and dripping of the crowns of her nipples. He pounded into her steadily, his rhythm never faltering. He drove into her with a single-minded intensity, a man on a mission. “Oh, Diana... You feel so good. Wanted to do this… for so long.”
She groaned in response, a ball of heat growing in her core. “Please… Harder. Need to… need to…” Her hands reached out, steadying her rocking body.
“Say it!” He hissed, his hand fisting in her hair and tugging her back. “Say it, or I’ll stop!”
She felt it grow, fed by his thrusting cock and his lascivious tongue. “Gonna cum… need to cum. Don’t stop, don’t stop fucking me!” Her voice was strained, high.
Never breaking stride, Bruce’s pace quickened. His thighs slapped into her ass as he buried his cock into her deeply. “Cum for me, Princess. Cum on my cock like a good girl.” His brow furrowed, his control slipping. “Cum for me!” He gripped her ass tightly, rocking hard against her.
Diana shuddered, her body clamping down as she fell down her orgasmic peak. Her toes curled on the tile, her hands cracking the wall she gripped.
“Fuck,” he spat as his hard won control was torn away from him. Bruce twitched, thrusting erratically and powerfully into her, his release silent as he bit down on his lower lip.
Spent, Bruce leaned down over her. “That was better than I had anticipated.” He pulled away, this time being gentle. He gripped his dick at the base, ensuring the condom stayed on.
“Tell me about it,” she mused. “And thanks. You know, for the protection. Safety always comes first with you, doesn’t it?” She pushed herself upright, the flush of her cheeks retreating.
He smirked, “I think you came first this time.” He removed the condom and discarded it.
She laughed, a deep, throaty sound. “I do believe I did.” She paused to drink in Bruce’s naked, wet form. She’d seen him shirtless, but never naked. It wasn’t fair to compare him to the Gods of her world, but he would have given them a run for their money. She felt herself salivate and a tug of warmth in her stomach. A twinge of guilt washed it away as she glimpsed the bruising of his face.
“Diana. I want to know. Which was better… which was more… enticing?” He encircled his arms around her, pulling her beneath the water to rinse the scent of sex and bodily fluids away. “What did you feel?”
“This time. This time was wonderful. I’ve never enjoyed someone speaking to me that way. It was dirty and fun. But the sex? I knew I could stop you. I knew, at any given second, I could end it all. I let myself be pushed against the wall. I let myself be used by you. The sex was good, but it is only as good as I am able to allow it to be.” She rested her head on his shoulder, finding it the perfect height. “Before? I couldn’t do anything… I was… helpless. It was… exciting.”
“Would you like to repeat our experiment?” His hand stoked back her hair.
“Yes, yes I would. And…”
“Yes?”
“Please don’t stop talking to me like that. I like it.”
He chuckled, “Of course, Princess.”
Bruce took his time, helping her bathe and rinse. He dropped tender kisses upon her occasionally, a lick of her breast, a squeeze of her ass. He flirted riotously with her. She laughed and returned his affections, fingertips exploring his abdomen and chest. They were comfortable together; their intimacy shaming neither. Their roles were clearly defined.
“Do you need to return to your quarters, Diana?” He shut down the shower and yanked in two robes and a towel for her hair. She spun her hair up and shrugged on the towel. She looked like she belonged in a day spa.
“I’m considering it.”
“Will they wonder where you are?”
“Probably. But it’s late. I don’t expect I’ll be needed until morning.” She waved a hand at the door, waiting for something to happen.
Bruce pressed his palm on the panel. “Perhaps I’ll have you give you access to this.”
She lifted her eyebrows and regarded him, “Are there other places I am restricted from?”
“A gentleman never tells.”
She laughed and sprawled out on his bed. “Am I allowed to stay?”
He stepped in from the bathroom, the door sealing shut again. “I have work to do, but you are welcome to stay. I must monitor Gotham. I have a remote station here.” He opened another locker and traded his robe in favor of his loose training pants. At the side of the bed, he pressed another panel. Slots opened, beams scanning over Bruce’s irises and hand.
Several compartments opened, a deep room full of monitors and keyboards was revealed. “Ah, hello Mr. Wayne. Working from the Watchtower tonight?” Alfred appeared on one screen, his voice sounded over the intercom. Bruce pulled up his chair and slipped on his headset.
“Yes, Alfred. Any news I missed? I’ve been busy.”
Diana’s eyes opened wide as she took in Bruce’s work station. She blinked a few times before resting her head on a pillow, propping herself to watch.
“Uhm, Bruce?” He did not answer. “Can he see me?”
“No, Diana. But he can hear you.”
“Hello Princess Diana. Delightful to hear from you. How have you been? Is the League treating you well?” Alfred was smiling.
“Hello, um, Alfred. Everything’s fine, thanks for asking. I was just leaving. See you tomorrow, Bruce?”
“Sure.”
“Uh. When can we try… uh… again?”
“It may take me a week to recalculate the chemical needed to balance out the effects of increased stimulation. The increase in blood flow and heart rate must have depleted the serum’s effect. I need to make sure I don’t create something too potent. I’ll need to be careful.”
“Sounds great. See you then.” She tiptoed to the door and eased it open and shut behind her. Pressing her back to the door, she breathed in a deep sigh. “Dear Gods above… what have I gotten myself into?”
Alfred chimed in, “Is that why you’ve been so busy, Mr. Wayne?”
Bruce gave him a slanted smile, “If you only knew.”
A/N: BAM! I mean, uh, what do you think? I've got more ideas... it's working, it's working...
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