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Rich Kid with Issues	By : AthenaPhoenix Category: DC Verse Cartoons > Justice League Views: 11139 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Part Five: Return Invitation

Over a week had passed since Diana's invitation to Bruce, so she was surprised to see the large box sitting on her kitchen counter when she returned from her evening activities. She eyed it warily at first, but decided to open it when she spotted the sketched bat logo on the outside of the attached note.

She tore the note off, unfolded it, and scanned the contents:

Friday
10:00 PM
Roof of WayneTech headquarters
Wear this.
Leave the lasso.

- B

She wasn't sure whether the B stood for Bruce or Batman, or whether it even mattered anymore. Opening the box revealed a pile of black spandex. She held it up and noticed a cluster of white stars adorning the one-piece garment's left shoulder.

Interesting.

She next removed a pair of black leather boots that looked eerily similar to the red ones she was wearing. Slipping one off, she held it side by side with its mate in black. They were identical. She tried one on and found that its fit was slightly different, but still quite comfortable.

Diana smiled. He must like the boots.

Looking back in the box, she found a strip of black fabric, which when unfolded, proved to be a black mask. Her eyes widened when she saw the last item. Its purpose was clear: it was a silvery thong with a shiny black bat appliqué sewn on the front, centered just below the waistband.

Very interesting. I guess Bruce doesn't like panty lines.

Draping the pieces of the new uniform – for that was clearly what it was – over a chair, she sat back to contemplate it. She wasn't sure how he had determined her measurements and shoe size, and had had everything crafted so quickly.

I'll have to thank Alfred the next time I see him. Overall, it was an impressive gift.

However, Diana realized that the true gift was the unwritten invitation into Bruce's worlds – both of them. In Gotham, after Robin's departure, he had worked alone.

Bruce obviously wants me to accompany him on his rounds. And by the looks of the panties, he wants some company in his bedroom afterward.

She wasn't sure what to make of these new developments. Bruce's return of her interest was certainly the outcome she had hoped for, but the arrival of this gift just a few days after his rejection of her was perplexing. What could have changed his mind? She had noticed his reaction to her usual harmless flirtation with Kal but couldn't imagine that that alone had goaded Bruce to act.

Shrugging, she scooped up the pieces of the uniform, dumped them back into the box, and carried it into her bedroom.

Might as well see if it fits. Knowing Batman, though, she would be quite surprised if it didn't. She pulled off her boots, unhooked her breastplate and slid out of her uniform.

First things first. Diana smiled slightly at the sight of the Bat-thong. Trying it on, she wondered how practical it was; the unfamiliar wedgie-like feeling was a bit distracting. Now I know why they call it “butt floss”. The sacrifices women here make for fashion...

Then she picked up the uniform. Like Bruce's, the black garment zipped up the back. She unzipped it and cautiously slipped her right foot, then her left foot, into the spandex, tugging the material over her legs. Bringing the top to her torso, she was surprised to see that it contained a built-in bra. He thinks of everything. She slid her arms into the long sleeves and reached around behind to fasten the zipper.

Let's get the full effect, shall we? Diana pulled on the black boots and strode to her dresser. The final touch was the mask. She looked into the mirror as she tied the knot behind her head, and a stranger looked back. The dark fabric limned her curves, and even though she was far more covered than she ordinarily was as Wonder Woman, she felt exposed somehow.

Diana wondered why Bruce had sent the uniform. Was he ashamed to be seen in Gotham with Wonder Woman? Did he want to re-make her somehow in his own image, as a 'Batwoman'? Was this some way of equalizing the balance of power between them? He's always been defensive about not being meta. I wish he realized how many Leaguers –both powered and not – respect him and even fear him. We metahumans can get lazy, always relying on our powers, rather than our strategy and training.

And speaking of training… Diana realized that she had neglected her usual routine of Karthene, the Amazon form of martial arts. She took her position in the center of the room and began the steps of the first phase, Declaration of Hostilities. As she spun and stretched, held and released, snapped and turned, the black fabric moved with her, a light but lingering presence. Soon we'll see how much spandex breathes.

She was almost finished with the next phase, Testing the Enemy, when thoughts of Bruce distracted her. Diana recalled his defiant question on the morning after their lovemaking, “Why did you invite me here, Princess? What do you want from me?”

I could ask the same of him, she thought as she jabbed, bent and slid. But I doubt he'd be as forthright in his answer. Why does he have to be so curt and enigmatic?

Because he's Batman, she answered herself. That's the way he is. You saw his tender, playful side that night, but that's hardly typical of his behavior. He's the kind of man whose actions always speak louder than his words.

And what were those actions saying? She remembered Wally's words in the Monitor Womb the other day, “He'll never admit that he needs us, or anyone for that matter.” Was his gift an admission that he needed her? And for what – an occasional dalliance? A partner in crime fighting, with benefits? Something more?

Diana wondered if she should call him to let him know that she would accept his invitation. As she held a long pose, her muscles trembling, she pondered what she would say. A slash, a kick, and another slash later she had made her decision. Let's keep him guessing. It only seems fair.
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