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Part III – The Dance

It was the morning of their fourth day of driving when they had their first contact with a mutant predator. They had driven until dusk then Bruce parked the car 50 yards from a stream which during rainy season looked like it turned into a sizable river.

Diana had awoken with the morning sun however Bruce was still sleeping, which surprised her as he didn’t usually manage to catch more than three h a n a night. Diana wandered over to the stream and dipped her toes into it, testing the temperature. It was cold but it looked too refreshing to pass up, especially as gamey as she was starting to feel without a shower for than a week. She stripped off the nightshirt she was wearing, (which she stolstolen from Bruce as she’d already adopted most of his clothes) and plunged into the water. The shock of the cold enveloped her body but she stifled a yelp as she surfaced. She did her best to wipe the grime off her body with some shampoo and a bar of soap she’d retrieved from Supergirl’s room, then couldn’t take the cold anymore and made her way back to the shore.

She’d set the shirt on a tree branch overhanging the stream when the water suddenly churned underneath the s. A. A huge crocodile snatched the shirt between its jaws then turned its attention on her. She was standing in thigh high water and couldn’t get to shore without crossing the path of the reptile. Diana crouched to fly her way out of the potential trouble when the water next to her churned and her leg was seized in the grip of a second crocodile. She seized its jaws between her hands and started pulling the crocodile off her leg when the second one moved in for attack. Diana grimaced in pain as the other crocodile settled on her left thigh and clamped down, intending to roll her with its weight.

“Hera, give me strength!” she yelled andughtught both of her fists together on top of the first reptile’s head, caving in its skull. Diana was gathering her strength for an attack on the second crocodile when Bruce was suddenly at her side, plunging a knife-edged batarang into the top of the crocodile’s skull, then twisting the blade to libotomize the animal. Diana pulled its now-dead jaws from her leg, then loudly yelled “Fuck!” as she examined the wounds to her legs. Bruce splashed water into the wounds to clear out any likely infections, then picked her up and carried her back to the car.

“I’m fine! Put me down!” she ordered in her most authoritative princess voice, however he ignored her and ripped up two of his remaining shirts. He bandaged her legs quickly, only pausing to cover her naked figure with his cape. She was suddenly aware of her nakedness in front of him and attempted to cover up her private parts. “I’ve seen some of it before,” he noted with a smirk as she blushed.

“I’m sorry. I’m not used to parading around in front of you in my birthday.” She admitted wryly. She looked at him tenderly and smiled as she put her hand to his cheek. “You’re always going to be there for me when I’m in trouble, huh?”

“I couldn’t let them eat you alive,” he said, then walked away. She looked at him retreat to the stream and as he walked away she thought she heard him mutter, “that should be my job.”

Diana was restin the the car when Bruce returned from the stream. He’d stocked up as much water as they could carry, which was pretty sizable as he’d used the two remaining gas tanks from the other cars to carry water, then skinned the carcasses and packed away the crocodile meat as best he could.

“That smells awful.” She said, wrinkling her nose.

“What choice do we have?” he countered. “We don’t know when or where our next meal might come from.”

While the wounds to Diana’s legs proved relatively superficial, they decided to make camp in the same place for a second night. They’d just finished their crocodile steaks for dinner after sunset when Bruce sat up from his chair. “I have a surprise for you.” He said, disappearing into the dark towards the car.

Diana sat on her makeshift chair for a moment, waiting for him to come back, when the sound of music reached her ears. The volume increased then Bruce reappeared in the firelight.

“I forgot one of the cars was full of CD’s. I took some for our trip but I …forgot about them. He reached down with his hand and smiled, a warm smile Diana hadn’t seen from him before which melted her heart. “May I have this dance?” he asked, still holding out his hand. She cocked her head in uncertainty but grabbed his hand and stepped into his embrace. Her body responded to his touch as he pulled her tight to his body, linking her hands around his neck and placing his own hands on the top of her butt. They slowly swayed to the sounds drifting over them, which was perfect under the moon above them.

“What music is this?” she asked.

“Band called Journey. Used to slow-dance to this song with a girl named Nancy Wallace in eighth grade. She was my first kiss.” He noted.

Diana listened to the lyrics and was moved by his choice. She buried her head into his shoulder

Lying beside you, here in the dark
Feeling your heart beat with mine
Softly you whisper, you're so sincere
How could our love be so blind
We sailed on together
We drifted apart
And here you are by my side

So now I come to you, with open arms
Nothing to hide, believe what I say
So here I am with open arms
Hoping you'll see what your love means to me
Open arms

Living without you, living alone
This empty house seems so cold
Wanting to hold you, wanting you near
How much I wanted you home

But now that you've come back
Turned night into day
I need you to stay.

Bruce pulled back from her far enough to see her face as they danced. “When I was first training to be Batman, I’d hear songs like this and always think that they were meant for other people.”

“Could it be meant for us?” she challenged.

He considered her question for a moment, then nodded however he wasn’t satisfied with the answer. “I can’t help but thinking we never would have kissed back at the Watchtower if not for Toyman’s robot.” He observed with a look of concern on his face.

“That night was just a result of something that had been building a long time, at least it was from my perspective.” She said, searching his eyes for a response.

“I’m not sure what you mean.” He said uncertainly.

“Denial is a river in Egypt.” She replied.

“Now I really don’t know what that means.” He said warily.

“It means that there has been an undercurrent of attraction between us for a long time. When I danced with you in Paris and realized Batman and Bruce Wayne were the same person, I was confused. The fact that you avoided me after that was somewhat annoying but I realized that since we’ve been in the League, you’ve been always been watching out for me. Rushing to save me from the tachyon beam is just the latest example I can think of. There’s been plenty. I always thought it was kind of cute but then I realized it was your way of showing me that you cared for me.”

Bruce considered her statement for a moment nar narrowed his eyes at her. “You knew that I cared for you? Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I thought it was the Man’s job to take care of these things.” She smiled back at him sweetly. “Besides, I asked you out on a date, but you never accepted my offer.”

“When was this?” he asked.

“Kasnia ring a bell?” she asked. “I offered to let you take me dancing but the phone never rang. I thought you were png hng hard to get.” She observed with a coy grin.

“Question is: Where do we go from here?” he asked.

“I don’t think the world needs to be saved anytime soon.” She said, grimacing once as the memory of her lost teammates invaded her thoughts. She cleared her head of the images and looked over to him. “It’s up to us to see how we make a life for ourselves in this world.”

“No promises. A warning though: Be patient with me.” He said to Diana. “I tend to wear people out pretty quickly. Alfred was the only one who knew how to handle me.”

“Besides killing crocodiles and rabbits, it doesn’t appear that I have anything else to work on right now, do I?” she said laughing at him. They looked into each other’s eyes for a moment and Diana could literally feel the weight of the Bat had been lifted from his shoulders and Bruce had returned. Diana’s eyes watered as she realized she’d achieved the breakthrough she’d been looking for with him for weeks. “Welcome back, Bruce.”

He stepped further into her embrace, then buried his face into her hair, inhaling the essence of her and reveling in the grace of her femininity. She reached her right hand behind his neck, then pulled his face down to hers as she initiated a long kiss. She surprised him even more as her tongue probed for his own, her mouth hungrily devouring his in a swirl of passion. The kiss lasted another minute before she moved into him, causing her breasts to settle against his chest. He brought his hand under the t-shirt she was wearing to cup them, then he settled on her right breast, kneading the nipple gently between his index finger and thumb. It responded immediately to his touch, tightening from its original diameter, then hardening from her arousal.

“Hera...” she moaned with pleasure, “that feels good!”

He manipulated her back into her chair next to the fire, then knelt on the ground to maintain their eye level. She opened her legs, pulling him even closer to her to increase the intensity of their contact then wrapped her legs around his back. His right hand continued caressing the hardened points on her chest as he nuzzled her neck and ears, which elicited an immediate response from her as she groaned with pleasure. She reached down inside his trousers in response, feeling his length and murmuring in appreciation, then guided his free hand to the warmth between her own legs, pulling aside the shorts she was wearing.

Bruce moved his face back from her face a few inches and they enjoyed each other’s touch. Diana’s eyes grew heavy with desire and her sex grew slick with need as he concentrated on the nub of nerves under her hood. Her body began rhythmically shifting in the chair, reveling in the tension his hand was creating. She closed her eyes and rocked back as his pace increased, then couldn’t stand it anymore and ripped off the shorts she was wearing and guided him into her, thrusting her hips onto his manhood as he took her.

‘She feels like liquid velvet,’ he thought, rocking his hips back and forth as she gasped in pleasure at his thrusts. He quickened his pace for a few minutes then felt her body spasm. Diana arched her back and let out a guttural moan as she came, then she bore down on him, willing for him to come with her. “Now!” she commanded. “Now!” Bruce stifled a gasp as his body spasmed, then he let out his own groan as his body wracked with convulsionsen aen achieved his final release.

The tension slowly drained from their bodies, however she clung to him, wrapping her legs tighter around his back to ensure that he did not leave her body. “Stay there.” She whispered, kissing him gently on the cheek, “I want to feel you inside me for a little while yet.” He hesitated, then relented as there was no way he could overwhelm her Amazon strength anyway, regardless of how much it had diminished since their arrival. His manhood was losing its tumescence, however Diana continued to work at it with her muscles, massaging it and drawing the last drops of the release out of his body.

“I’m gonna need a bath.” He observed, inhaling the mingled smell of their joined sex.

“I think I’ll join you.” She noted with a smile, then gasped as he picked her up, legs still wrapped around his back, his manhood still inside of her. “Ooooh, Mr. Wayne…” she cooed, mimicking the Gotham socialites she’d seen him with. “You’re so strong!”

Diana stirred in her bed the next morning and felt the hot breath of her sleeping companion on her neck. After they’d bathed in the creek, the two of them had plunged onto her bed and made a nest. They lay spooned together, naked, under the makeshift blankets. Diana peeked under the blanket and found his right hand cupping her left breast, the nipple cradled between his fingers.

Diana shifted her body slightly, wriggling even closer to him and she felt his body respond in kind. His nether region stirred on its own as Diana stroked it gently to command its full attention, then she backed onto it, raising a leg and shifting her position again to accept its length into her body, which was wet with desire again. She brought her leg down slowly, savoring the feel of him inside her, then slowly moved her hips in a circular motion, grinding her pelvis against his and stifled a gasp as her desire swelled from within. She noticed a quickening of the breath against her neck and craned her head back to look at his face, which was now awake with wide-eyed won “G “Good morning.” She whispered throatily, kissing him hard while pressing his hand against her nipples, which had perked up on their own and responded to his touch. His face still registered the surprise of waking up in such an intimate position, however he quickly turned the focus of his attention back to her body, rocking his own hips slowly, in synchronized movements with hers to provide the strongest pleasure he could provide for her. He reached around her hip and found her pleasure center, then she seized his hand to make sure he didn’t withdraw it as the pleasure was so strong. Both of them had a desire to increase the pace, however the sensations were too great to rush to the moment. She looked back to him, staring into his eyes as the intimacy of the moment solidified their feelings for each other.

She felt a low humming in her throat as the tension in her body started to build. There was a quick flash of pain as he penetrated even deeper, however it was only a mild ache compared to the previous evening when he had deflowered her. She met the tension, eased her body for a moment, then redoubled her efforts as her climax built even higher. Her hips started to buck against him and she screamed with pleasure as her body climaxed. She reached back for him, trying to wring the built up tension out of his body and into hers, however he held off, savorine moe moment of her climax, then his face contorted with pleasure as his own release was achieved.

The two of them lay spent, sweating in the humidity of the stagnant air around them, but neither of them spoke. Diana was enjoying the moment, but dreaded the ‘morning after’ conversation she knew was coming. She smiled at him one more time however he didn’t return the gesture, looking at her with confusion and probably some residual lust. Perceiving the conflict of emotions in his face, Diana asked, “What are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking that I’m a lout for taking advantage of you last night.” He said sheepishly.

“Well then, we’re even, because I took advantage of you this morning.” She said haughtily.

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They resumed their journey that day, fjording the stream in its shallowest point then following the track he she signal from the Batcave. They made good progress that day as the terrain was favorable, however their progress was slowed for awhile as Diana insisted on orally pleasuring him while he was driving. She initially started playing with him inside of the shorts he was wearing, then pulled the shorts down and took him in her mouth, freeing her breasts from her shirt and placing his non-driving hand on her breasts. He gasped in surprise and brought the car to a halt but resumed driving when she stopped her ministration on his cock and said, “I’ll only do this while you’re driving.” He tried to maintain his focus on the terrain in front of them but kept looking down at her mouth working on his erection. His eyes closed for a second then opened to swerve around a large boulder before the spasms of orgasm occurred, spraying his ejaculation into her awaiting mouth.

He looked at her in amazement as she managed trk ork out the last of his prodigious expulsion then she pulled his shorts back over his waist and happily resumed her position next to him in the car. “May I ask where you learned to do that?” he asked in disbelief.

She turned to him, slowly teasing him by pulling the t-shirt back down over her breasts. “I read about it in one of Shayera’s Cosmopolitan magazines – the Agony section I think it’s called.”

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They made camp again that night, dancing under the moonlight and making love under the stars, then fell asleep in each other’s arms. Diana woke up the next morning and found a box next to her in bed with a makeshift bow around it. Bruce had his back to her and was tending the campfire when he heard the question. “What is this?”

“Open it and see.” He grinned.

Diana removed the bow from the box and found a crocodile skin bra and skirt he’d made from the reptile skins. “Thought you might want to go native at some point,” he said, shrugging his shoulders. “Merry Christmas.” She squealed with delight at the gift, but more with the realization that he’d stayed up all night making it by hand. She pulled the outfit on and proudly pranced over to him to display the outfit. “It’s beautiful.” She said. “How did you know how to make it?”

“If you see the Sports Illustrated swimsuit issue a few times then any red-blooded man would figure it out, although that outfit was probably more inspired by the movie 1 million years B.C. You and Raquel Welch have the same figure so I thought it would work…” he grinned.

Diana’s happiness was quickly replaced by concern. “I didn’t get you anything.” She said sadly. She thought for a moment to remember the characters from the movie Flash had watched with her one night on HBO, then pulled him to her, removing his pajama bottoms to free his suddenly erect member. “Me Jane. You Tarzan.” She smiled, then took him into her mouth.

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Part IV – The Encounter

Three days later their journey was complete as the monitor on top of the dashboard indicated that they were directly above the Batcave. There was no sign of the Manor, or even of Gotham, only some crumbling foundations reflected any signs of man-made civilization was ever there. The geology of the hillside on which the Manor had sat before was largely unchanged.

They walked, then climbed down the side of the cliff when the terrain demand and Bruce located the landing bay doors to the Batcave. He found a recessed console and used a pocketknife from his utility belt to open the access panelruceruce found a short in the wiring, which reflected 30,000 years of neglect, however he managed to splice the wires back to the power source, actuating the opening of the door as a result. Diana looked at him in surprise that the power was still active when the electrical current activated the door. “I built a nuclear reactor to power the Cave.” He noted wryly.

The two of them jumped into the opening and Bruce quickly switched on a small flashlight he’d retrieved from his belt. The air was cooler as they walked deeper into the landing bay, then he inhaled the familiar smells of the damp air to which he’d grown accustomed for so many years.

The cwas was undamaged however Bruce noticed that the piles of guano were inordinately large. He raised the flashlight to the part of the cave ceiling previously home to the largest population of bats in the cave. The present-day creatures there were larger however they didn’t appear to be large enough to make an attack on either of them. The bat-creatures tittered in alarm as the light swept over them, then went silent after he moved the beam back to their path.

Bruce moved down the corridor, Diana tucked right behind him. Besides the fact that the landing lights on the runway weren’t working, there were no other signs of differences in the Cave. They finally reached the expanse serving as the effective headquarters of the Cave, containing the Master Computer, monitors, suits and Batmobile. The car was gone however the Batplane was still there, wheels deflated from lack of use but otherwise it seemed unharmed.

Bruce sat down in front of the Master Computer and overhead monitor and wiped off the accumulations of dust. He ran his fingers over the keyboard, activating the power from its standby mode to full power, then ducked his head as some of the lights exploded from the shock of the unfamiliar electrical current. “Whoops.” He murmured to Diana, who was leaning on the chair back, looking over his shoulder at the flickering images on the monitor.

Bruce typed a few more commands as the computer booted up for the first time in 30,000 years. He heard the internal grind of circuits reactivating in protest after being dormant but the equipment fought its way back to life, resulting in a distant hum as the monitor awaited a command from the keyboard.

“Here goes.” He breathed out with a sigh, entering a series of system commands.

The monitor changed from its computer interface to digital images. Alfred’s face appeared on the monitors, looking almost the same age as when Bruce had seen him a few weeks before in his own timeline. “This is the last entry I will make,” Alfred’s voice rasped into the camera. “All is lost. That dreadful Savage defeated Master Dick and the Justice League. Master Tim and Miss Barbara and the Titans did their best in Gotham but they were no match for his weapon. The earth seems to be dying a slow death. There is plenty of food and water in the Batcave but there is no reason to continue living. Civilization as we know it is over. Scientists have stated that the population will be wiped out by the loss of ozone and all of the men will be sterile anyway from the radiation. Should anyone find this message, please have the decency to bury my body. It will be in the trophy room. Farewell.”

The screen faded to black as Diana put her hand to her mouth. “Poor man.” She said. Bruce rose out of the chair and sprinted down the cave as fast as his legs would take him, forgetting that he was trying to prevent a death which occurred 30,000 years before. He arrived in the trophy room and found Alfred’s remains on the floor, a .38 caliber pistol in hand and the resulting wound to the temple of the skull.

“Noooo! Alfred!” Bruce yelled in anguish, kneeling next to the body.

Diana stepped behind Bruce, caressing his head in her hands. “Bruce – I’m so sorry!”

“I should have been there.” Bruce lamented. “I could have done something…”

“You couldn’t have done anng, ng, Batman.” A deep voice intoned behind them. “I wasn’t going to let the Justice League stop me.”

Bruce and Diana stared in amazement at the figure of Vandal Savage in front of them. He was nattily attired in his preferred matching Nehru jacket and slacks and looked the same as he did during their most recent encounter in Kasnia.

“Savage.” Batman hissed. “What are you doing here?”

“Trying to find you two, actually.” Savage said with a leer as he inspected the cutoff shirt and shorts Diana was wearing. He drank in the visage of her beauty for a moment then winked at Bruce. “The two of you seem to have grown quite close during your journey.”

“How would you know that?” Diana interjected.

“I traced the energy signature at your arrival point - it’s pretty hard to miss an energy discharge that big - then tracked you to the Watchtower. I didn’t expect you to double back on me so quickly. I returned to your starting point a few days later and found the remains of your campsite. There were two beds there. I followed the tracks of your car after that, pretty hard to miss given the terrain. Anyway, a few days ago I realized there weren’t two beds anymore. Congratulations. I had always assumed that you two were an item but it seems you needed the change of circumstance to bring you together. I applaud your choice by the way.” Savage said, raising his fingers in salute to Bruce.

“You’re insane.” Bruce said thru clenched teeth.

“True, but I still make good company.” He said.

“Savage, we saw the pictures from the Watchtower. You killed our teammates.” Diana said in scathing tone.

“A burden I’ve been carrying for over 30,000 years, I can assure you.” Savage stated gravely.

“Why did you do it?” Diana asked.

“I thought I was born to rule the world.” Savage admitted. “I just didn’t expect that the world I would rule would be void of the human race. The cockroaches are the dominant ses nes now.”

“We haven’t seen any of them.” Bruce said in surprise, “just mutated crocodiles, rabbits, snakes, wolves and buffalo.”

“Nature abhors a vacuum.” Savage observed flippantly. “The Earth is trying to rebalance the life equation yet one more time.”

“are are you here?” Batman asked in suspicion. “What do you want from us?”

“I’d like your companionship, if possible.” Savage observed, “but moreover I might have use of Wonder Woman’s powers. She might be able to retrieve a device from the roaches would could benefit us all.” He explained.

“Myers ers have decreased substantially thanks to your gravity weapon.” Diana said, explaining her problems with control of flight and loss of strength.

Savage considered the news with a grave expression, then his face lighted up with an alternate idea. “Well then maybe I could use some of Batman’s engineering prowess. I estimate it might take me 50 years to build a replacement by myself but together we could probably do it much more quickly.”

The next few weeks settled into a somewhat regular routine as the three of them settled into the residential quarters of the Batcave. Bruce and Savage spent at least 18 hours a day reviewing the schematics and designs of the Zero Point Generator which Savage had used to power his devices. He’d informed them that he’d built a time machine thousands of years before but had no use for it given its design and more importantly, no source of power for it as the roaches had stolen his Generator to heat their nest.

Diana was initially resistant to cooperate with Savage and she used the opportunity of pillow talk to voice her concerns to Bruce. “He’s a madman.” She whispered. “He’s probably thinking of a new way to destroy the world with that generator of his.”

“You may be right, but what choice do we have?” Bruce returned unenthusiastically. “I don’t like it anymore than you but it’s a necessary evil I’m willing to tolerate to get us back to our world.”

“How long will it take to build the generator?” she asked hopefully.

“Probably two or three years.” Bruce surmised. “I have a lot of equipment here for machining the parts we need, plus we can borrow some of the plutonium from my reactor to power the device. He didn’t have access to this kind of technology at his laboratory but I’ll try to do it quicker than that.”

Diana contemplated the information then furrowed her brow and said, “I’m not sure I can wait that long. Shouldn’t I try to go get the original from the roaches?”

“I don’t want you to risk it.” Bruce countered. “It would make sense if it was our only hope but Savage and I can build a replacement in a reasonable amount of time.”

“How can you be sure that the Time Machine will work?” she asked.

“I can’t but you’re more familiar with his time travel devices than I.” Bruce said evenly, reminding her of the League’s travels back to World War II. “Again, what choice do we have?”

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The weeks stretched into months as Savage and Bruce worked in the laboratory, fashioning the parts for the Generator. Diana listened to their discussions about quantum mechanics as they worked, drinking in a lot of the information, but she was amazed at her lover’s knowledge of the issues at hand. Savage was even more vocal in his admiration than Diana, noting that it took Bruce only a few weeks to process the information Savage had accumulated over 30,000 years about the topic.

Diana did her best to minimize her interruptions so that they could work at the maximum speed, stockpiling the available supplies from the Batcave then going out on hunting expeditions during the day. While she’d grown accustomed to using the Batarangs for smaller prey, it was easier to bring down some of the mutated buffalo with an Amazon spear she’d built in the Cave’s machine shop.

Despite the independence of the hunt, which reminded her of her Amazonian upbringing, Diana looked forward to the brief interludes at night when Bruce would come to their bedroom. They’d grown accustomed to each other’s bodies and Diana realized that she’d gotten addicted to the earth-shaking orgasms they reached every night. Savage had actually moved his bedroom further down the hall in protest over the noise coming from their bedroom. Given the amount of sexual activity they maintained, she was amazed that she hadn’t gotten pregnant as birth control wasn’t available, then remembered that Alfred had mentioned that the red sun had resulted in male sterility. Diana was shocked at her own disappointment that she wouldn’t be able to bear his children but realized that it wasn’t a complication she necessarily wanted at this point in their lives.

As Bruce had predicted, it took two years and a few months to build the generator. As the two men were putting the final touches on the device, Diana busied herself preparing the Batplane for their journey to Savage’s lair near the remains of Metropolis. She was intimately familiar with the Batplane’s technology given its similarity to the Javelin-7 and quickly restored the machine to its working condition. The fuel tanks represented the only problem as the tanks were internally corroded, however Bruce directed her to the replacement parts a few levels below the main chamber.

Diana finished the repairs to the Batplane then modified the back seat to fit two people, ripping out some of the electronics consoles and widening the seat. Her recent experience with flying had shown her she was capable of traveling the distance under her own power, but Bruce had convinced her that it made more sense to keep her strength in reserve lest they comeoss oss any of the roaches.

The departure from the Batcave was a relatively low-key affair. While Diana felt a small pang of regret as they boarded the plane, she cracked a small smile as she realized Bruce didn’t even reflect for a moment. ‘The man is obsessed’ she thought sternly, then realized his obsession had resulted in the quick construction of the Generator. Diana was wedged into the back seat next to Savage, which two years before probably would have resulted in a crushing blow to his head, however her viewpoint on him had softened during their time together as he had repeatedly expressed remorse over his actions.

Bruce set the plane down next to the spaceship Savage had built next to his vegetable fields. While Diana and Bruce were anxious to initiate the time travel, they nodded their heads in quiet assent when Savage asked them if they wanted a tour of his lair. It was an impressive sight and Diana was inwardly thankful that Savage had elected to imprison himself on the Earth rather than take flight to the stars or the result would be that she and Bruce would be trapped on the planet alone for the rest of their lives.

They finally made their way to the laboratory and Savage removed the Generator from the bag over his shoulder and locked it into position above the time machine. “Remember to retrieve the device from Dr. Ray Palmer so I can’t built my gravity weapon.” He reminded them, then extended his hand to them both. “It’s been a pleasure working with you. If you don’t mind me saying, you two really make a lovely couple.” Bruce pulled on his cowl and fastened his cape then pulled Diana’s tiara out of the bag he was carrying. “You need to put this on.” He said sternly.

Diana fastened the tiara on her head and grabbed his hand then thought twice about it and pulled Bruce’s head to hers, initiating a long kiss. Their lips finally parted, they gave Savage one more wave farewell, then the two of them jumped into the time stream, holding hands as they plunged into the vortex.

Epilogue:

Supergirl and Nightwing were lying in her bedroom on the Watchtower when a persistent knocking started at her door. They’d only been members of the League for a week however they’d been sleeping together for five days. Tara pulled the sheet over her body as Dick hid behind the bed, then she opened the door with a gasp as Diana and Batman nudged her out of the way.

“Where’s Dick?” Batman asked loudly, then spotted his former apprentice hiding behind the bed.

“Bru…Batman. You’re alive.” Dick said incredulously. “What happened?”

“It’s a long story. We’ll tell it sometime but for right now, get out.”

“What are you talking about?” Dick asked as Batman picked him off the floor and started escorting him out.

“This is Diana’s room, rookie. You and your little friend are going to have to find a new shack pad.”

“If its Diana’s room, then what are you doing here?” Dick countered, finally pulling on his pants as Diana helped Tara throw her belongings into a bag.

“Breaking it in. Now get out.” Batman said as he hurried the new Leaguers out of the room. Dick looked at Tara with a helpless shrug but the two of them lingered at the door long enough to see Diana and Bruce laughing before they started a long kiss.

“When did that happen?” Dick asked Tara in amazement.

“I’ve heard its been coming for a long time now.” She said, “I guess they’re getting it out of their system.

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