|Until Somebody Loses
Author: Geeky BMWW Fan PM
Diana tries to convince Bruce that he needs love and happiness in his life, and that she is the one to bring them. He doesn't know she is aware of his secret identity, and she uses that information in her plan. Ch. 14 is up. It is finished!Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Bruce W./Batman & Diana of Themyscira/Wonder Woman - Chapters: 14 - Words: 52,334 - Reviews: 259 - Favs: 204 - Follows: 74 - Updated: 07-24-08 - Published: 08-03-07 - Status: Complete - id: 3699612
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Thank you, Kipling-Nori, O long-suffering beta. I'm thinking your enclave could use some pretty twinkly white lights. And a unicorn. Enjoy.
This takes place the day after the events of the last chapter.
Until Somebody Loses
A Happy Beginning
Diana rang the doorbell promptly at noon. Almost immediately, she was greeted by Alfred.
"Good afternoon, Princess Diana."
Wonder Woman gathered the unsuspecting Alfred into her arms and gave him a hug. "It's so good to see you again."
Alfred patted her on the back a few times and stiffly said, "Of course, my dear."
Afraid that she was making the old man uncomfortable, she released him. Straightening up, she saw Bruce watching her as he leaned against a doorframe across the way.
Fearful that he would burst into a smile at the consummation of his wishes, Alfred made a quick and quiet escape. Neither Bruce nor Diana noticed, however.
Diana stood in the entrance, unsure of what to do. She wanted to run up to Bruce, but she didn't know if she would appear too eager. Diana released a small sigh. Being his girlfriend was supposed to make things less complicated.
Bruce crossed the floor as quickly as a man could without looking foolish and stopped in front of her. He was wearing dark slacks and a maroon button down shirt, which heightened the color of his eyes. He regarded her so intently that Diana was left at a loss for words. Then his face broke into one of his familiar smirks, which did a little to settle her nerves. She briefly wondered if Bruce could hear the pounding of her heart.
It was quiet for a few more seconds before Diana let out a small laugh. "I don't know what to do."
"What do you want to do?"
They were only a few inches apart, and they weren't touching. If were up to her, though, that would be changing very soon. Diana blushed at her thoughts and looked at the ground. It was silly, she knew, but she thought that if Bruce could see her eyes, he would be able to read her mind.
"No need to be shy, Princess. We're all friends here."
"I wouldn't mind seeing the rest of the manor."
"I suppose that can be arranged. Though…considering I'm the one with your necklace, I think we should be doing what I want to do."
His words made her blush, though there was nothing suggestive in his tone at all. Diana almost laughed at how boy crazy she was being. Wonder Woman wasn't supposed to be reduced to an infatuated schoolgirl, but looking at him, all she could think about was how handsome he was and how much she wanted to kiss him.
Irritated with herself, she tried to focus on her lost possession. Her gift needed reclaiming. "So when do I get it back?"
Bruce shrugged nonchalantly. "When I decide to let you have it."
"And if I want it now?"
He enveloped her hand in his and gently pulled her towards one of the many hallways connected to the main lobby. "It's time for lunch."
Diana had been so busy thinking about Bruce and how to act that she hadn't noticed how palatial his house was. Even though it couldn't have been more than a minute since they'd left the front door, it felt like they had been walking for hours down endless hallways.
They finally arrived at a large dining room. Diana could tell that Bruce was surprised by the lack of food on the table, though it didn't last for long. Alfred walked in and solved the mystery. "What with the weather being so lovely outside, I thought you two wouldn't mind a picnic."
Bruce looked over at Diana to see her response. When she nodded her head, he said, "Sounds good."
"You'll find the gazebo on the East lawn ready for you."
"My apologies, sir. The one nearest the fountains."
As she followed him outdoors, Diana drew in a deep breath. She knew she was acting strangely. At least she had reason to be glad. Bruce hadn't noticed.
"You seem awfully quiet, Diana."
Diana silently cursed as she searched for an explanation. She had none that she wanted to give. "Oh. I'm sorry." She looked up at him briefly, then returned her eyes to the grass on which they were walking.
"I guess I need to work harder on making you feel relaxed."
Something in the way he said it sent a shiver of excitement down her spine. Even though she knew he was flirting with her, something inside wouldn't allow her to respond. Things had happened so quickly the night before. Her emotions still hadn't settled, and she worried that, in the cold light of day, Bruce would think he had made a mistake. She wanted him to be the one to make the first move.
When their destination came into view, Diana smiled in spite of herself. There was no picnic basket or red and white checkered blanket. She could see the china, silverware, chairs, and a table covered with delicious food. Apparently, Alfred's definition of a picnic was fine dining out of doors.
The gazebo was surrounded by a beautiful garden, and she walked on ahead towards a tall rosebush. Leaning down, she touched the delicate shield protecting the rose's innards. Appreciative fingers ran over the white petals, whose edges faded into a beautiful pink. Taking the rose between her hands, she brought it up to her nose and slowly breathed in its fragrance.
Diana's serenity was broken by a finger tracing over her spine. Staying bent over the flower, she tried maintaining her cool. That became much more difficult when she felt Bruce's voice at her ear. "It's called the dolce vita." From behind her, he took her hands in his own, leaned his head over her shoulder and inhaled deeply. Once he was finished, he let go of the flower, but remained at her back, trailing his hands down the lengths of her arms, and kissing her shoulder softly.
He felt her repress a shiver, and he smiled against her skin. "You weren't this nervous last night or any of those times before."
Diana closed her eyes and leaned back into his arms. "I just don't know how I'm supposed to act. I don't want to…overwhelm you."
"That sounds like something I would be thinking about."
Bruce turned Diana around in his arms, his kind blue eyes meeting her apprehensive ones. "No." He brought his face closer to hers and felt a twinge of satisfaction when he saw Diana chew on her lower lip in response. She wanted him as badly as he wanted her. Still Bruce told himself he needed to be patient. "I hoped to wait a little lon--"
He stopped speaking when Diana's eyes drifted shut. The last of his resolve deserted him. Bruce raised a strong hand, gently cradling her cheek, as she had done to him last night. He placed his thumb on her lower lip and watched as she struggled to keep her eyes closed. Applying the slightest of pressures, he moved his thumb down, causing her mouth to part. He could feel every shaky breath she exhaled on his skin. Letting his hand fall to her shoulder, Bruce cautiously brought his lips to hers, kissing the corners of her trembling mouth.
Before he lost control, he pulled back. He was about to lead her to the table when, in a thready whisper, Diana said, "I want more."
When nothing else happened, she opened her eyes. She was greeted by Bruce hungrily looking over her. A sudden heat crawled up her neck and face, but she didn't look away. Instead, she brought herself tortuously close to Bruce. "Please."
She wasn't surprised by his response. In fact, this is what she had wanted since she had set foot inside his home. She wanted a declaration that he found her desirable, that he wanted to be with her—that he wanted her. And that was what she was receiving.
Bruce held her so close to him that she could hardly breathe, which was slightly unfortunate, because the way he was kissing her was leaving her desperate for oxygen. She could feel her heart pounding inside her chest. The only sensation that was stronger was that of his hands and mouth on her skin. Every touch was electric, designed to make Diana melt. And when he tugged on her lower lip with his mouth, she did.
When Diana, in a voice breathless with delight, uttered his name, Bruce knew it was time to stop. He withdrew his mouth from hers and rested his head against the side of her face.
Still clinging to him, she could feel the rise and fall of his chest as he fought for control over his breathing. Diana's lungs were burning too. Her lips felt puffy and swollen, and her skin tingled from the strength of his grip. But it was a pleasurable pain. Diana tried to kiss him again, but he pulled away from her.
Even though his voice was stern, his brusque tone was softened by the gentleness of his eyes. "If I don't stop now, we'll never have lunch."
"Lunch can wait."
Bruce chuckled and brought his lips to her forehead. "I don't think you understand."
"No, I guess I don't." She rested her hands lightly on his chest, tracing circles on his shirt.
He removed her hands, and for a second he looked as if he were going to say something. Deciding against it, he kissed the backs of her hands and led her over to their meal. After helping Diana to her seat, Bruce sat down beside her.
She gave him an angelic look as she pronounced, "I don't think I'm hungry anymore."
"At least not for food," Bruce noted wryly before tearing into a sandwich. He chewed the food slowly, forcing himself to focus on his sandwich instead of her foot rubbing against his calf. Once he swallowed he remarked, "I guess I don't have to worry about you feeling nervous anymore."
"And I have you to thank for it." She took some grapes and offered them to Bruce. He moved to take them from her, but she shooed his hand away. Bringing the fruit to his mouth, she purposely prolonged the contact her fingers made with his lips, as he took her offering.
"You aren't going to make this easy, are you?"
Diana smiled in satisfaction. "No."
Bruce sat back in his chair and cleared his throat. "Diana, what I'm going to say…" A faint blush stole over his features, but then he shrugged, a cold and clear logic displacing his former embarrassment. "It's hard enough not thinking about sleeping with you when you are in the same room as me, much less being alone with you, knowing that you would willingly allow me to do almost anything to you. If you want me to show any kind of restraint, we can't keep going like this. Under the circumstances, I think I've exercised an inhuman amount of self-control. Godlike, even."
Diana's eyes widened in surprise, though deep down a part of her knew this and was thrilled. "But we were just kissing."
"It doesn't take much."
"Does that mean we can't do that anymore?"
Bruce let out a small laugh at the disappointed look on Diana's face. "I hope not. But when I say stop, you should listen. Unless, you actually think you are ready for me." Bruce had the decency to give her an impish smile. "But I have a feeling that you will find the loss of your virginity much more regrettable than I would."
Diana blinked. She wasn't quite so sure about that, but Bruce's words sufficiently cleared her mind. Sitting back in her chair, she crossed one arm in front of her. The hand of her other arm supported her chin. Letting out a regretful sigh, Diana finally admitted, "You are right."
She looked over at him and saw his smirk. "If you say anything, Bruce Wayne, I will kill you, and then we won't have to worry about this at all."
His only response was to raise his eyebrows in amusement.
Diana began to play with some grapes, staring at them pensively. "To tell you the truth, I hadn't thought that far ahead. But we agreed to take things slowly, and it would be foolish to let my desires dictate my actions in the heat of the moment. Besides, it is an important event, and I want to enter into that 'aspect' of our relationship wisely."
"I think I can honestly say that I have never had this conversation with anyone."
Diana ignored him and continued. "If I'm honest, I don't think I'm ready. There are so many things we haven't done together yet, that I don't want to miss out on them by jumping so far ahead."
When all he did was smile, Diana felt she had to explain herself further. "It's not that I believe that the act itself is wrong, or that I couldn't do it, but at this time, it wouldn't be right. You said it yourself; we will have enough to deal with in establishing our relationship and making sure it stays healthy."
Bruce tried to quell the alarm he was beginning to feel, "I'm not suggesting that this should be permanent."
Diana playfully rolled her eyes. "Hera forbid." Turning more serious she said, "I just want to make sure that this relationship lasts."
He grabbed her hand and tightened his fingers around hers.
"After that, we can have all the sex we want." Diana couldn't help laughing at her bold proclamation. The words sounded strange to her ears, but she meant it.
Bruce didn't say anything, but he silently hoped that she was right.
"Now that that's out of the way..."
Bruce handed her a sandwich, and Diana began to eat. After a few bites, she happily stated, "Part of me wishes I had not left last night until after we had dinner. This is heavenly."
"About last night…" His tone made Diana forget all about her food. Just thinking about how hurt he had looked was enough to make her lose her appetite.
"I'm really sor--"
Bruce held up his hand, effectively silencing her. "Before you start, I have some questions."
Diana kept quiet, seeing that Bruce was feeling uncomfortable.
"Why didn't you just tell me everything at dinner?"
"I had planned out how I was going to tell you, and it was going to be while you were behind the mask. But when you told me that you…loved me, I panicked. I didn't want you saying that without knowing I already knew everything. And when I tried to explain, you wouldn't listen to me."
Bruce nodded his head at the truth of her words. ""I'm surprised you didn't make me."
"You're right. In some ways, I haven't quite been myself. Ever since I decided to pursue you, I have felt out of my element. My upbringing never prepared me for anything like this. Until I knew you, I had never experienced these kinds of feelings before."
"Neither had I."
Diana swallowed the lump that was forming in her throat and continued. "I started with good intentions—I wanted you to be happy—but I was also driven by self-interest. I wanted you for myself, to be that person who changed your life. So I had to try, and this seemed the best way. But the whole time, part of me knew what I was doing wasn't fair to you, that you would feel betrayed."
Diana looked down at her plate, unable to meet his gaze for fear of what she might find there. "I deserve that. You might work in shadows, but I know you have come to expect complete honesty from me, that you respect me because of my truthfulness. I'm sorry for disappointing you."
She heard some movement to her side and suddenly her vision was filled with Bruce's face. He knelt in front of Diana, looking earnestly into her eyes. "I have never been more impressed…with anyone."
"Good. Because that was the hardest thing I've ever done."
He laughed at the relief on her face.
"I'm not joking, Bruce. I had no idea what I was doing most of the time; just acting on instinct, really. I have never felt so worried or scared in my life."
"I know." And he did. Diana was nearly invincible, and in battle he would be hard-pressed to find a more formidable opponent. But in matters of the heart, she was wholly inexperienced and defenseless. And yet, in spite of knowing how this left her potentially open to grave injury (and he had no doubt that she was fully aware of the risks), she had pursued him anyway, just to attempt to make his life better. If put in the same situation, he would have retreated. "You were much more courageous than I was. And if it weren't for you, we wouldn't be here now."
"So you're not angry with me anymore?"
"No. It didn't seem that important after you told me you felt the same way." Bruce stood up. The ground was hard, and his knees hurt. He sat back down in his chair.
He felt a surge of satisfaction when Diana walked over and sat in his lap, unbidden and unasked. It seemed she was adapting quickly and growing more and more confident by the minute. He must have been doing something right.
"I just couldn't see you giving me the opportunity to get close to you if I had told you I knew your identity from the beginning. And the thought of you pushing me away if I told you… I didn't want to lose the closeness, even if it was partly false."
"You're right. I wouldn't have let you near me if I had known."
"Why am I letting you in now?"
Diana nodded her head silently, her movements causing her cheek to rub against his.
"For a lot of reasons."
"But you aren't going to tell me them, are you?"
"Not anytime soon, at least." Looking at her, he had a feeling he would be telling her sooner rather than later. But at the moment, he didn't want to relive that dream. Besides, she seemed to understand him well enough to understand his reasons.
"May I guess?"
"You can try."
He expected her to start her guessing games, but she sat there quietly. When she did speak, it was to say, "I probably shouldn't have moved. I haven't finished my lunch."
"There's no rule against you eating it right here. In fact, I could feed you myself."
Diana's eyes widened until she realized he was joking. "Thanks, but I think I'm old enough to handle it."
From the mischievous glint in his eyes, Diana could tell he wasn't finished playing his game. "I let you feed me grapes."
"That was different. That was an act of seduction."
"And this isn't?"
Diana grabbed the sandwich that Bruce was holding against her mouth, smiling at his mock seriousness. "Stop it." She sat up straighter and began to eat her food.
"So babying each other is out. And I was so hoping to call you my wonderkins."
Diana's mouth was too full to give a verbal reply, so she glared.
"Oh, you got a little…" Bruce took a napkin and tried dabbing at Diana's mouth, but she swatted his hand away. Having swallowed her food, she was now able to release a full-throated laugh. "Bruce, if you ever do that again…"
He caught her mouth with his, rendering her threat idle. After kissing her to his heart's content, he finally stopped and let her finish her meal.
"So what now, Mr. Wayne?"
"As much as I like you sitting here, my legs are falling asleep."
Diana got up, and they left their picnic for the comfort of the Manor.
They entered the house and Bruce pointed out all the rooms they passed, but they didn't stop to examine any of them. She had no idea where Bruce was taking her, but he finally stopped in front of a grandfather clock. "I have something to show you."
She watched as he moved the hands of the clock so that they read forty-seven minutes after ten. The elegant timepiece swung outward, and cold damp air rushed out to greet them. Diana followed him silently down the stairs.
When they reached the bottom floor, he played with a switch, which raised the intensity of the lights that were placed throughout the cave. Then he continued to walk forward with her, stopping only when they reached the middle of a platform with a computer with the largest monitor she had ever seen.
"You asked me before where I come back to when I leave the Watchtower. This is it."
She vaguely overheard Bruce tell her the dimensions of the cave as she walked over to a ledge and looked over. All she saw was darkness. To her right she saw a familiar sight. "Nice car."
"Someday I'll take you for a drive."
"That would be nice. And then you can teach me to drive it," Diana replied.
"Remember that discussion about moving too fast?"
"I fail to see how that applies to driving your car. But since you are so worried, it doesn't have to be in the batmobile. I'm easy to please. A Porsche would work just as well."
"I'll keep that in mind."
He walked over to the solitary chair before the computer screen and motioned for her to sit in it. The bright yellow of her dress made a sharp contrast with the black of the chair and even more so with the darkness of the cave, which had never seen the light of day. But Diana seemed right at home. She spun slowly in the chair, lifting her feet slightly off the ground as she took in a 360 degree view of the Batcave.
"That's actually a new chair."
"I broke my last one."
"Clark came down here to warn me off from dating you--"
"I knew it!" She planted her feet, stopping to look at him. "You kicked your chair?"
Bruce nodded his head, grinning sheepishly.
"I'm glad you didn't listen to him."
Bruce leaned in towards her, and Diana closed her eyes, expecting more of what had become her favorite pastime. In Man's World she had often heard that it was possible to have too much of a good thing, but the author of that phrase had clearly never kissed Bruce.
The warmth of his fingers at her neck was replaced with something cold.
She fingered the delicate chain and charm of her necklace. "I thought you were going to make me work for it."
"You've worked hard enough." His voice was deep and gruff, and his eyes were focused on her with an intensity that she had come to associate with Batman. But there was no coldness or anger in his gaze, just sincere admiration and tenderness.
The joy she was experiencing went down deep. Her face could hardly contain the triumph and elation she felt at being loved by him. Unshed tears began to form, making the blue of her eyes impossibly bright.
Trying to downplay the moment, Diana said, "Thank you, though part of me was hoping you would make me work for it."
"You wanted me to make you kiss me for it?"
He shook his head in disbelief. "You're insatiable."
"Lucky for you."
The smirk on his face told her he felt the same way.
"I think it's time to go back upstairs."
"What about the rest of the Batcave?"
"You'll be coming back."
Bruce knew the words were loaded. It wasn't just an affirmation that their relationship would continue, but that, in time, he would allow her to help him keep Gotham in line. He was going to share everything with her, including his city.
Bruce could tell the full meaning of his words weren't lost on her, though all she did was grab his hand.
Bruce pulled her from the chair and together they walked back into the Manor.
After giving her a cursory tour of the rest of his home, they settled on one of the couches in his study, the portrait of his parents hanging above them.
"How did you find out about my alter ego?"
"It happened at that charity ball you gave. You blushed, just like you did in Gorilla City. It was very cute."
Bruce glared at her. "I did not blush. And even if I had, I don't see how that would give it away."
"Yes, you did. But even if you hadn't," she counted on her fingers as she rattled off the other indicators, "Similar build, height, and way of moving. Same jaw and mouth. Both from Gotham. And I felt the same physical attraction towards you that night that I had towards Batman. I don't think I need to tell you how rare that is for me…And when I read about Bruce Wayne on the internet, it made even more sense."
"When you googled me, I just thought you had a silly crush on Wayne. I can't believe I didn't see this. All the signs were there."
"I guess I'm just too smart for you."
"I don't know about that, but you are certainly too good for me."
"If you aren't careful, Bruce, I will begin to think that you are growing humble."
"Enjoy it while it lasts. I'm sure it will pass."
"Good. I like your arrogance."
"Just like your Mr. Darcy, huh?"
Diana laughed. "Yes! He reminds me of you, actually."
"No wonder. Dark, brooding, and handsome. And unbelievably rich and charming."
"Yes. Mr. Darcy and you are both very wealthy."
He leaned in towards her, a playful grin on his lips. "There isn't anything else we have in common?"
"Well, I always pictured him with dark hair too."
"I seem to recall him being your idea of Mr. Right."
Diana's brow wrinkled as if in deep thought, but he could see her mouth twitch as he pulled her closer to him. "Are you sure? Perhaps you could help me remember."
The sound of Diana's laughter filled the room as Bruce granted her request.
Bruce looked over his city from its highest point. Grown accustomed to the dizzying heights years ago, he didn't give a second thought to the thousand feet that separated him from the ground. The sky was beginning to lighten, signifying that his nightshift was coming to a close.
Rewarding himself for the successful patrol, Bruce let his mind wander to the events of earlier in the day.
It hadn't taken very long for Diana to admit just how right she thought he was for her. The sense of gratification from that knowledge was still with him, just as strongly as when she had first admitted it.
After that, they spent their time doing nothing in particular. The hours passed quickly before they eventually parted that night with the certainty they had made the right choice—she in pursuing him, and he in accepting her into his life.
He launched himself off the building, allowing the crisp air to clear his head as he hurtled towards the pavement. By the time he glided to the ground, he had almost pushed Diana to the recesses of his mind. As he drove towards the Manor, input data into his computer, showered, trudged up the stairs, and finally laid down in his bed, Bruce forced himself not to think of her. If he did, he'd never get any sleep. With the Watchtower merely a teleport away, the temptation to visit her was great, but Bruce told himself to control the urge. It was late. She was most likely asleep, and he needed his rest too. Besides, he fully expected Diana would make an appearance in his dreams. And if she didn't, they had already made arrangements for her to join him again for lunch.
Bruce drifted off to sleep, looking forward to the day.
A very long author's note:
Wow. Taking a sixth month pause kind of makes this a bit anticlimactic,which it was always going to be anyway since they got together in the last chapter. Does anyone even care anymore, lol? :D
I figured I needed an epilogue, because I ended the story a lot faster than I probably should have. I think there was a lot of potential that I let go to waste, but whatever. You live and learn, and I've already been working on my next big project (see below) and applying the lessons I learned in writing Loser (as this story has affectionately been known to me) to it. I probably wasn't ready to write the kind of story this could have turned into anyway, and I am, for the most part, very satisfied with the way it turned out.
I have since learned how to write a chapter (or sections of a chapter) from one person's POV, but since I didn't do it for the rest of the story and you guys didn't seem to mind, I continued that in the epilogue. That problem has been fixed in my current stories (i.e. those written after April 2008). :D
It just came to my attention that I might be coming across more negative about this story than I intended. Like anything a person writes, this story has a place in my heart. It would be impossible for it not to, seeing as how I invested a lot of time and thought into it. But I'm not the type of person to sit and dwell on something for too long. I like to identify my mistakes, then learn from them. My goal is always to write something better the next time. I don't look for perfection, just consistent improvement. :D Onward and upward!
If I may, I'd like to pimp one of my new stories: Stranger in Paradise. It's my first action fic, set in an AU where Bruce is raised on Themyscira, against the Amazons' wishes, after his parents' deaths. It's also an origins story for Batman, as well as Wonder Woman, with a heavy Greek mythology influence. I really do enjoy exploring the inner workings of the characters, but it is hard to do so without something prompting a change in their thoughts and motivations. In Loser it was a play, a fire, and a bad dream. But those really weren't joined together in a coherent way. I shoehorned them into the plot (seriously, who would show Hamlet at a children's festival? I know I wouldn't, lol) because I needed something to propel Bruce and Diana forward, but things were still slow moving. Hopefully in Stranger, I have found a better harmony between character and plot development.
Anyway, thanks for your patience and for reading and reviewing. You made this fun, though laborious process, that much more enjoyable. :D
To my anonymous reviewers (who don't leave email addresses)...
steelelf: it isn't a sequel, but hopefully an epilogue is good enough. Better late than never, I suppose. Thanks for waiting. :D
Temple: Awww. Thank you. One of my biggest worries is if I keep them in character. I think sometimes I give into the temptation to mirror them in my own image, or some ideal I want people in general to live up to. But I'm learning the benefits to seeing things through a character's lenses rather than putting my views on them. It's a fun writing exercise and helps you see your own ideas through the eyes of another. I still have a bit to go, but I'm trying. :D I'm sorry I didn't really provide Alfred's thoughts in this chapter. In short, he's thrilled (shameless plug: if you read Stranger, you will get to see more of Alfred's thoughts as a relationship between Bruce and Diana develops). And as for the matter of their relationship working out...They're BMWW, of course it does! They are meant to be. :D I suppose the sequel to this is Starry Nights and The Issue at Hand. But I wrote them before this story, and they're kind of schmoopy. I kind of undertook this story, wanting it to explain how the BMWW in my other stories came to be. With the exception of a handful of my stories, everything else can be looked upon as leading up to this story or following it. Thanks for your review.
Camelotlady: Thank you for your kind words. I'm glad to hear you enjoyed it. :D
Jypsee: Thank you. I hope you like the ending and that it meshes with the tone of the rest of the story.
d; hi there! Sorry about the abrupt ending. Always leave them wanting more, or so they say. LOL, actually, I just wanted to finish the stupid thing. I had made a decision to give up fanfiction for a few months, and didn't want this hanging over my head. Thanks for letting me know you enjoyed the journey. Hopefully you will find this ending more satisfying. :D
Jackie- Not only am I very much aware of them kissing in Trinity, I own that graphic novel. :D And JLA: The Obsidian Age Book Two, which has more BMWW smooching. And JLA Issue 90. LOL, I'm a dork, but I'm a happy one. Now if they would only go back to that. Geez, I wish DC would employ me to write their stories. It's probably better they don't. It would be all BMWW all the time.
LJP- hi again! It makes me happy knowing you are happy. And that Bruce is happy with Diana. :D I know I shouldn't let it bother me so much, since he is a fictional character, afer all, but I hate the idea of someone doing so much good and sacrificing so much and receiving nothing in return. And what makes it even more tragic is that he won't allow himself to have it. I suppose that is what makes BM so honorable and admirable, but at the same time, you want good things to happen to good people. And WW deserves BM too. At least that is my opinion on such matters. :D