I'm very sad to say this story has now come to an end, but do not worry. I WILL be coming back to write a sequel to this after I'm done with the sequel to Tried & True. Still have tons of ideas for BM/WW fics so there will definitely be lots more coming up from me.

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Chapter 55

Oswald Cobblepot grunted as he tried to reach for the remote control to the television, scowling as it remained just beyond the tips of his fingers. He snorted in annoyance, taking the cigarette holder out of his mouth and using the tip of it to pull the remote control closer to him.

He didn't know why the maid had placed it there in the first place, forcing him to struggle to get his hands on it. He shoved the end of his cigarette holder back into his mouth, puffing heavily as he flipped to a news channel in hopes of finding the latest information on the stock markets as well as any further details on his now broken up weapons manufacturing operation…no thanks to Batman.

Trying to find a more comfortable position, he shifted in his recliner, cursing as the blanket covering his lap slipped off to the side, taking the newspapers on top along with it. Pages of the Gotham Gazette and Daily Planet lay scattered all over the floor, staring up at him as if mocking him.

He angrily grumbled as he struggled to bend over to pick up the newspapers strewn around his chair, bracing his abdomen with his arm as he puffed on his cigarette. Thoughts about how he was going to make Sienna Conti pay for shooting him rolled through his mind, bringing him some semblance of pleasure despite the pain he was in.

Cobblepot suddenly stopped in mid-movement, his fingers freezing as he grasped the edge of the sports page. A large familiar black boot had abruptly come into view, a gauntleted hand offering him the obituary section of the newspaper that he'd dropped.

"How appropriate," he silently growled to himself, more than annoyed by the superhero's unexpected appearance.

The Penguin started to chuckle as he slowly sat up in his recliner again, groaning with the movement. A sly smile spread across his face as he stared at the infamous Batman who was now standing in the middle of his living room, his large foreboding presence looming large like a living nightmare before him.

"Well, this is a pleasant surprise although I must say better late than never," the Penguin finally said, his cigarette holder clenched tightly between his teeth. "I would've expected a visit or at least a phone call long before now. You didn't even send a fruit basket."

"Been busy trying to break up a weapons manufacturing ring," Batman stoically stated. "You wouldn't happen to know anything about that, would you?"

Penguin pulled the cigarette holder from between his teeth, staring at the thin white slits glaring back at him. An amused expression played on his lips despite the fury swirling within at the Dark Knight's appearance and interference in his business.

"Now what makes you think that I would know anything about weapons manufacturing in Gotham?" he nonchalantly inquired. "You know I'm on the straight and narrow path now. Why would I get myself caught up in anything illegal?"

"One word," Batman bluntly stated, his gaze flickering down to the picture on the front page of the Gotham Gazette still lying on the floor. It was a picture of the repairs being made to the Gotham museum after the attack six nights ago. It caused his stomach to twist sharply.

"And what is that?"


"That hurts, Batman," the Penguin pouted in feigned grievance. "I've done my very best to make a good name for myself in Gotham as a reformed criminal, giving to charities and keeping my nose clean."

Batman's jaw tightened further, the muscles flexing slightly with the anger simmering inside. "We both know there is nothing about you that is clean, Penguin."

Cobblepot's lips curled into a wide smirk. "You flatterer," he replied. "I take it that you don't have any evidence of this so called association I'm presumed to have with this ghastly weapons business that you speak of."

"I know more than you think I do," the Dark Knight ominously rasped, his voice like ice.

"You always do, don't you?" Penguin said as he studied the vigilante in front of him. "Whatever it is you think that you might know…it's not true. You know better than to believe the rumors that fly around Gotham like the little bats that you love."

"Who shot you?"

"Always to the point," Cobblepot said with a chuckle as he struggled to get up onto his feet. He slowly plodded his way to his fully stocked bar, pouring himself a glass of brandy before lighting a new cigarette. "I'd offer you a drink, but you probably don't drink while on duty."

"Who shot you?" Batman repeated with a deep growl.

"Robber surprised me in an alley behind the Iceberg Lounge. Shot me point blank before taking off with my wallet."

Batman snorted derisively in response, his lips twitching with amusement. "You really expect me to buy that line of crap? You know me much better than that."

The Penguin shrugged a shoulder as he turned to face him again, his poker face fixed firmly in place. It was time to see just how much the Bat really knew. "What do you think happened to me?"

"I know what happened," Batman informed him, his voice hard like steel, confident and unwavering as he stared the criminal down. "Your partner in your weapons business turned on you, shot you to eliminate a power struggle in your little operation. Didn't expect it from her did you, Penguin?"

Cobblepot instantly froze, his body growing rigid as he forced his expression to remain emotionless. He made his way around the bar, shuffling back to his recliner with his glass of brandy. "That's quite a fascinating tale that you spin, Batman," he finally said, his tone even despite the fury burning inside of him.

"It's not a tale and we both know it," Batman maintained. "Why are you protecting her? Planning on getting your own form of revenge?"

The Penguin took a sip of his brandy, setting it down before he began flipping through the newspaper. "I don't believe in revenge," he casually informed him, silently seething behind the newspaper that shielded his face from the Caped Crusader. "I'm reformed, remember?"

His shield didn't last long as a black fist ripped the newspaper from the Penguin's hands. He found himself staring into the very pissed off face of the Batman, his heart suddenly hammering wildly in his chest despite his best efforts to appear calm.

"You can play all the little games that you want and pretend that this was all nothing, but the next bullet might not miss," Batman hissed. "I am watching every single move you make. If you so much as blow that long beak of a nose that you swear is clean, I'll know it."

Penguin met his heated glower, trying to match it with one of his own, but failed miserably as an involuntary tremble rolled through him. A smirk formed on the Batman's lips as he slowly pulled back, throwing the newspaper back in Cobblepot's face.

The Penguin cursed as he shoved the newspaper away. "How dare you come into my home and…" he angrily began to spout, looking around to find himself all alone again.


Sienna Conti sipped her glass of wine as she stared into the fire crackling softly in the fireplace. The oranges flames reflected in her emerald green eyes, dancing and making them seem to glow. It matched the jealous fury that blazed deep within her at that moment.

Everything had fallen apart around her, her plans nearly slipping through her fingers in the last few weeks. She did not take failure well, refused to give up just because of the unfortunate setbacks. In fact, it only hardened her resolve to make sure that she succeeded in the future.

She would not stop until she had absolutely everything that she wanted – including Bruce Wayne.

Her fingers tightened around the glass in her hand, her knuckles turning white as she thought about what had happened this past weekend at the Gotham Museum. Everything had been planned out to the letter, not one detail overlooked.

It should have worked perfectly, should have gotten her what she wanted. Instead of a dead Amazon and a billionaire in her bed, she was here alone once again.

With a cry of rage, she threw her glass of wine into the fire, the shattering of the crystal echoing through the large room as the fire suddenly flamed even hotter. "I will have you, Bruce Wayne," she ground out through clenched teeth as she gripped the mantle above the fireplace.

What did that man see in the Amazon? Diana was nothing compared to her, just some princess endowed by the gods with a body and breasts that were meant to entice men. The princess had to have put some sort of magical spell on Bruce to make him so blindly in love with her.

Sienna swore to herself that she would find out what Diana had really done to him to make him think he was in love with her and break the spell that she held on him. Bruce would be indebted to her for saving him from the Amazonian wench and she'd be there to help him pick up the pieces of his life.

Drawing a deep breath, Sienna attempted to rein in her rage before finally turning around to find herself no longer alone. She gasped sharply at the site of the Batman standing near the shadows of her living room, larger than life and creating an icy shiver that raced up her spine.

She involuntarily took a step back, her hand coming to rest over her heart that was beating wildly beneath her breast. She had heard rumors of every kind about Gotham's vigilante of the night, but this was the first time that she had actually laid eyes on him.

He was enormous, dressed in black from head to toe and making her blood turn cold in her veins. She instantly realized her fear and intimidation, straightening her posture and allowing her hand to fall to her side again. She would not allow this mere man to frighten her.

Even though he didn't know it, Batman was a large part of the reason that she had returned to Gotham.

Sienna lifted her chin in defiance to his sudden appearance in her home, her green eyes never leaving his cowled face. "To what do I owe the pleasure of meeting the infamous Batman?" she coolly asked, taking a confident step forward.

Batman's gauntleted fingers curled into fists of pure fury, every fiber of his being nearly trembling with the rage that inundated him with being near this woman who had tried to kill his wife and unborn daughter. It took every ounce of self-control he possessed not to beat this woman within an inch of her life for what she had done.

"Why are you here in Gotham?"

The deep rasping grate of his voice raked across her skin as sure as if it had been his fingernails, making her internally shudder despite her resolve not to let him see her crack under his fierce scrutiny. "What business is it of yours?" her clipped response came and yet her voice wavered slightly at the end.

"What happens in Gotham is my business," he growled. "Now, tell me your reasons for coming to my city."

Sienna forced her heart rate to calm as she slowly made her way to the table to pour herself another glass of wine. She nonchalantly untied her white silk robe, allowing it to hang open and revealing the lacy lingerie that lay beneath.

Turning towards him, she studied him carefully for his reaction. "Care for a drink?" she seductively offered him.

"I'm not here to socialize," he coldly stated, his gaze focused solely on her face. "I know who you are."

"You knew my mother Melina Conti then?" she coyly inquired.

"I knew your father," he spat out.

She stiffened imperceptibly, but he noticed it. She silently cursed herself for allowing him to have this affect on her. "So you've been doing your research on me," she casually said, slipping her silk robe off and allowing it to pool on the floor as she slowly made her way towards him. "I'm flattered that you find me so fascinating."

"Don't be," he snapped, his lips twisting into a sneer. "I know who you are and I know what you're planning."

"It seems you have me at a disadvantage," she innocently replied, calming her nerves as she slowly reached out a single finger to trace the bat emblem on his chest. "You know so much about me and yet I know so very little about you."

Batman roughly slapped her hand away, his jaw clenched so tight his teeth were near shattering. He wanted to badly to hurt her for trying to take away the most precious thing in this world to him, for seeking to destroy what he loved most.

His hand twitched again, jerking slightly with the overwhelming desire to choke the life out of her before she could ever lay a finger on Diana again, but he pulled it back to his side. "I am watching you."

Sienna practically purred with his response, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "That sounds very…exciting," she murmured, slowly dragging her tongue across her lower lip as she closed the distance between them. "What do you keep hidden beneath the mask, Batman?"

Batman took a step back, his insides trembling with the fury lurking in the ugly darkness that lay buried deep inside of him that he kept hidden from the world, struggling fiercely to break free. He had to remain in control in order to protect his family at all cost.

"You don't want to know what lies beneath this uniform, Sienna," he warned her, his lips curling into a sneer. "You wouldn't like it."

"I don't know about that," she flirted, her finger beginning to trace the dips and curves of his Kevlar covered chest. "I'm actually very fascinated by you…wouldn't mind getting to know everything about you."

Batman suddenly closed the distance between them, forcing her to take several steps backwards until her back finally hit a wall. His breath was hot fiery blasts of barely contained rage against her face as he leaned in dangerously close, the white slits of his cowl suddenly disappearing with his menacing glower.

"I know what you're doing," his voice came out like a venomous hiss. "I know about the weapons, shooting the Penguin and your attack at the Gotham Museum and I will not allow you to corrupt my city or hurt the people of Gotham."

Sienna held her breath, afraid to move let alone breathe as she pressed her entire body fully against the wall behind her. Her heartbeat was pulsating in her ears, her eyes locked on the terrifying being before her. Retorts of every kind raced through her mind, but none of them managed to reach her tongue.

"I will end you if you harm a single hair on the head of anyone in my city," he finished, allowing his presence to punctuate his words a moment longer before suddenly turning around and storming towards her open balcony doors.

She watched in stunned disbelief as he abruptly leapt from the terrace on the top floor of her building, disappearing from view and into the dark night. Swallowing hard, she finally released the breath she'd been too terrified to release as she slowly sagged to the floor beneath her.

She quickly drew her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around her legs, rocking back and forth. Feeling something damp on her face, she was bewildered to find her cheeks wet with tears. She couldn't stop shaking, couldn't stop the tremors that continually roiled through her like waves crashing on the shore.

She angrily slammed her fist against the marble floor, furious with herself for allowing Batman to frighten her like that. He was just a man in an idiotic suit. She would find out who he was and she would destroy him for what he had done to her father.

Once Batman and Diana Wayne were both out of her way, she would finally be free to take what she really wanted– Gotham and Bruce Wayne.


"She is positively adorable!" Donna exclaimed as she caressed Kaia's chubby cheek as the infant slept in her arms. "You two make the cutest babies."

Bruce beamed with extreme pride, grinning as a rosy blush spread across Diana's cheeks. "It doesn't hurt that she's been blessed by Aphrodite herself," Bruce added, capturing his wife's hand and holding it firmly in his.

Diana gently squeezed his hand in silent reassurance. Ever since the attack at the museum, Bruce had barely left her side except to finally go back out on patrol for the first time last night since Kaia's birth a week ago. He couldn't go for more than a few minutes without having to touch her whether it was to hold her hand, stroke her hair or rub her back, pausing to pull her into a chaste kiss or holding her close.

She couldn't say that she minded in the least. In fact, she had relished the extra contact from him. If truth be told, she'd felt a little rattled since the attack, not so much for herself, but knowing that she could've lost Bruce or her daughter that night.

Despite the fiercely strong exterior and the progress that Bruce had made, there was still a scared little boy that lived deep inside of him, terrified of losing what he loved most. She swore to do everything in her power to save and protect that little boy from having to face any more pain no matter the cost.

"So when can we expect another brother or sister around here?" Dick asked, taking his sleeping sister into his arms, amazed at just how beautiful she was.

"No, we are done," Bruce piped up, his tone firm. "The Wayne family is officially complete now."

Dick's eyes widened a bit in surprise as realization sunk in. "So that's why you didn't go out on patrol until last night. Here I thought you had wanted to spend some time with Diana and your new daughter."

"Well, there was that, but yes…we're done…permanently," Bruce awkwardly explained, shifting uncomfortably in his seat beside Diana on the couch.

"Well, I guess it's up to us to fill this house with more kids, babe," Dick said with a grin as he leaned over and kissed Donna. "Do you think that we should tell them yet?"

"Probably should," she agreed with a grin of her own.

"What is it?" Diana tentatively asked, her stomach dropping with sudden dread as she tightened her grasp on her husband's hand.

"I asked Donna to marry me and she said yes," Dick announced, Donna revealing the large diamond ring on her left hand.

"No way!" Tim exclaimed in excitement from his position on the floor. "That's so cool! You're going to marry your aunt!"

Dick glared at Tim, throwing a pillow from the couch at him. "No, I'm marrying my girlfriend."

"Congratulations," Bruce said. "How soon are you going to get married?"

"Not for another year or so," Donna replied, leaning against Dick's shoulder as she glanced down at her niece. "We're not in a huge hurry to get married."

"I'm so happy for you," Diana told them, a genuine smile on her lips. "When do you plan on telling mother?"

Dick visibly blanched with the reminder. "It shouldn't be that bad," he maintained. "Bruce has already paved the way for me by marrying you, Diana."

"It wasn't easy," Bruce snorted, grimacing with the reminder of Hippolyta's unexpected visit to the manor with her royal guards to take Diana back home to Themyscira. "I may have softened her outlook on men and marriage some, but you still won't have it easy by any means."

"Yah, I'm the eldest, but Donna is her baby," Diana reminded Dick, leaning over to pinch Donna's cheek.

"Damn," Dick muttered under his breath in annoyance, standing up and handing Kaia back to Bruce who happily took his newborn daughter into his arms. "You're turning out to be a lot more work than I had anticipated, Troia."

Dick bent over and kissed Donna deeply before settling back down on the couch beside her again, his arm wrapping protectively around her shoulders. "You know that I'm more than worth it," she told him. "Besides, I'll protect you from my mother."

"I think I can handle myself," Dick replied with a frown.

"So do you have any sisters on Themyscira that I might be interested in, mom?" Tim asked, mischief shining in his eyes.

"What happened with Stephanie?" Donna asked. "I really liked her."

"Oh, we're still together," he told her with a grin. "I just like to keep my options open just in case."

It was Donna's turn to throw a pillow at Tim, hitting him square in the face. "You're awful, Timothy!"

Tim just laughed, taking his two newly attained pillows and putting them behind his head as he lay back on the floor. "Hey, I'm just a teenager," he maintained. "What'd you expect?"

Alfred entered then with a little boy dressed in his Green Lantern pajamas, his thumb stuck in his mouth and his stuffed rabbit firmly in the other hand. "I have a little boy here who is all bathed and ready for bed."

"Dada," Nicholas said as he reached out his arms towards his father, only to find that his father's arms were already full. A fierce scowl formed on his little face, a future bat glare directed at his father. "Bebe…no…no!"

"Come here, Nicholas," Dick said, standing to his feet and taking his little brother into his arms. "I'm afraid you're going to have to start sharing your mom and dad now, little bat."

"Ick…no, bebe," Nicholas jabbered, glaring as he pointed at the baby in Bruce's arms.

Everyone chuckled with Nicholas's obvious discontent over being forced to share his parents' attention with his new baby sister. He reluctantly settled into Dick's lap on the couch, a very disgruntled expression on his face as he continued to glare at Bruce and Kaia. He had his little arms wrapped tightly around his stuffed bunny, holding it securely against his chest as he huffed in annoyance.

"You're right, Bruce," Diana suddenly said as she observed her son's unhappiness. "We most definitely have our hands full."

"All siblings go through this when there is a new baby in the house," Alfred informed them. "I'm sure he'll become adjusted to the change once he realizes Miss Kaia is here to stay."

"I just love her name, Di," Donna said. "How did you guys come up with it?"

"Kaia and Alexandrea are both Greek," Diana explained. "Alexandrea means defender of men. It seemed rather appropriate if she chooses to follow in our footsteps."

"I hope that she won't have to," Bruce thoughtfully muttered as he watched his beautiful daughter sleep. He knew from the moment that he'd laid eyes on her that she would have him fully wrapped around his finger for the rest of his life. "Hopefully, neither of them will have to."

Dick leaned forward setting Nicholas down on the floor before standing to his feet. "Speaking of which, Tim and I should go prepare for patrol."

Bruce glanced at his daughter, suddenly reluctant to let go of her, but finally handing her over to Diana. "I guess it is," he agreed.

"Take the night off, Bruce," Dick suggested. "It's been rather quiet since you busted up the Penguin's weapons manufacturing operation. Let us handle it tonight. We'll call if we need backup."

Bruce looked from Dick to Tim and back again before Diana finally leaned over to whisper in his ear. "I'd love the company tonight…especially since I saw Leslie today and she said I'm free to do whatever I want now."

Bruce sat up straighter, his heart suddenly beating a little faster. "Deal," he readily agreed. "Call me if you need me."

"Wow," Tim exclaimed as he stood to his feet. "That was a little too easy. We usually have to argue with him to make him stay in. What did you say to him, mom?"

"Just let it go, little bro," Dick stated, grabbing Tim by the arm to push him from the room. "Just let it go."

"Nicholas!" Diana cried in shock, stunned to find her son standing naked in the middle of the library.

"Nicholas Alfred!" Bruce growled as he shot to his feet, chasing after the nude little boy making a run for the door.

Donna couldn't contain her laughter as Bruce bolted from the room after the streaking toddler, Alfred following with his camera ready and Nicholas's forgotten pajamas and diaper in hand. "Wait for me, Master Bruce!" Alfred yelled as he ran after them.

"Hera, give me strength," Diana muttered with a sigh as she stood to her feet with Kaia in her arms.


"Bruce…" Diana moaned his name as her fingers curled into the sheets beneath her, clutching them firmly in her hands as she moved her hips in perfect rhythm with his.

She no longer worried about shredding the sheets anymore, not after all of the sets they'd gone through since they'd started sleeping together. Alfred had knowingly stocked up on numerous sets of sheets, more than prepared for their passionate exchanges, never saying a word about the mess that he had to clean up afterwards.

She could tell by the look in Alfred's eye that he was more than happy that his surrogate son had found the love of a lifetime, the life that he had been denying himself and buying new sheets all of the time was a very small price to pay for that happiness. She knew, for them, he'd do anything.

She managed to force her fingers to relax their hold on the sheets, needing to touch him. Her fingernails repeated raked over the muscular expanse of his back as he moved deeper and deeper within her, crying out again as his teeth sank into her skin over her collarbone and sucking hard.

Diana suddenly tightened her grip on him, rolling Bruce onto his back and taking over as their fingers intertwined. It'd been far too long since she'd been able to be with him like this, free to make love without her belly coming between them.

While she loved her daughter fiercely, she had to admit that she had sorely missed this full body contact with him.

"Diana…" he groaned, his body bowing as he tilted his head back.

His fingers moved to dig painfully into her hips, holding onto her for dear life as she rode him with wild abandon. God, he had missed this, missed watching her as she moved on top of him so gorgeous and full of such fire and passion. And she was all his…forever.

"Please…Princess…" he panted, his desperate plea for release suddenly lost in the shuddering gasps that she pulled from his body as he abruptly came with a heated rush.

She milked him for all he had as she climaxed, collapsing on top of him. Flesh moist with sweat clung to moist flesh, both trembling and breathing heavily as they held one another. She lightly brushed her lips against his chest, her tongue sneaking out to taste the salty sheen on his skin.

"Hera, I've missed making love with you like this," she murmured with a contented sigh as she settled more comfortably on top of him.

Bruce pulled her further up his body, kissing her hard and relishing the pleasure still humming wildly through his system. "I've missed you too," he admitted, stroking her hair damp from their love making as he gazed into her beautiful blue eyes.

Diana met his gaze, her raven locks curtaining their faces and encasing them in their own private world. "I love you with all my heart, Bruce Wayne," she confessed as her face grew solemn, her fingertips lightly tracing the curve of his face, the defined angle of his jaw, his lips she loved to kiss. "I don't know what I'd do if I ever lost you."

Bruce smiled softly with her confession of love, his hands roaming over her back as he hooked his legs over hers to keep her where he wanted her. "I love you too…more than I ever dreamed was possible to feel for someone," he told her, his heart swelling with such love he thought for sure it would burst. "And I'm not going anywhere, Princess, not without you."

Diana smiled in response, tilting her head as gently ran her fingers through his short black hair. "I didn't want to tell you this because I didn't want to upset you, but…" she suddenly paused, trying to gather her thoughts and emotions.

"What is it, Diana?" he encouraged her, concern filling his eyes as he gazed up at her.

"When I was in labor and those men attacked, I…I couldn't find you and it terrified me," she admitted. "I was so scared that…and…"

Tears filled her eyes, forcing her to close them in shame. Bruce tenderly brushed her hair back, his hand coming to rest against her cheek. "It's alright, Princess," he reassured her.

Diana drew a shuddering breath in an effort to rein in her heart. "I don't know what I'd do if I lost you or one of our children. You…our family…means everything to me."

"You and the children mean everything to me too," he told her. "I promise you I'll do whatever it takes to keep all of you safe."

"I'd be lying if I said that I didn't want to fly straight over to Sienna's apartment right now and beat her senseless for trying to take our daughter's life, for trying to take me away from you," Diana said, her fingers caressing the faint bruise that still graced his cheekbone.

"I don't want you worrying about Sienna Conti," he firmly said, shifting her onto her back as he positioned himself over her. "Sienna is for me to deal with you, not you."

"Bruce, I can handle her," she retorted, her eyes darkening with anger.

"I know you can, but you shouldn't have to," he insisted with a shake of his head. "It's me that she wants and I will take care of her."

"You went and saw her last night, didn't you?"

Bruce could never lie to her and he wasn't about to start now. "Yes," he replied. "I warned her about interfering in Gotham."

"Do you think she'll listen to you?"

Bruce released a heavy sigh as he thought back on how last night went, the pleasure he'd taken in seeing her so afraid of him. It had brought him a small sense of victory knowing that he'd been able to rattle her like that.

"I don't know," he admitted, "but it doesn't matter. If she threatens my family again, I will not hesitate to take her down."

Diana's eyes fell closed as Bruce softly pressed his lips against her forehead, each eyelid, each cheekbone before finally finding her lips. "We will take her down," she promised him. "We're in this together, Bruce, and nothing is going to break our family up."

"Nothing," he agreed, kissing her deeply as his hand caressed her thigh, pulling her leg up as he slid inside of her, more than ready to make love to her all over again.


Author's Note: A certain friend of mine let it slip that Wednesdays might start looking up again. Be looking for the return of a super-amazing writer tomorrow as he starts posting his new BMWW fic!