Author's Note: If you haven't read "Past" - it is a story that I decided to task myself writing four years ago. Under a different username of xFoxFlarex, a couple of weeks ago I was reading through my old work and hopefully you are happy to know that I have grasped the motivation to pick up where I left off. So, I go to login to my old fanfiction account, "password incorrect." that's fine, I'll just send a password reminder. Shoot, I cannot remember the password for my Hotmail, so with a heavy heart I go to create a new email, which is a shame because I have to completely re-brand myself. So as you can see my pen name is now under the name of carpecorpus and I have decided to rename the story "Pardon My Past." Which I decided after watching an episode of Charmed this week.

On a sidenote, I am very excited to be back in the game and I'd like to thank you all for the support on my previous profile. I will be updating the chapter's chronologically and then will be continuing from there on out.

This story is affectionately, humbly dedicated to all the reviewers who didn't give up on my story and I was also inspired by Arcadia81's recent comeback into the Superman/Wonder Woman community.

So, without further or do, let's jump right in.

Chapter One: Three Drops Of Blood

The room was quiet. Only a repetitive ticking could be heard from a clock hanging on the wall. The open window allowed an occasional summer night's breeze inside, ruffling the various documents that rested on a desktop. At the desk sat a beautiful woman, who was hunched over, writing notes on a paper. Her glossy black hair cascaded down her back and shoulders. She had been there for several hours, signing important documents and writing up speeches. She hadn't eaten since early that morning.

There was a knock at the door. "Princess? May I come in?" said a voice muffled by the door.

"Yes," the woman replied keeping her gaze on the paper before her.

The door opened revealing a petite young woman.

"I just came to say that I am going home now. Is there anything you need before I go?"

"No thank you, Etta. But I would like to know the time," the dark-haired woman asked as she leaned back to look at her assistant.

Etta looked down at her watch. "It's ten to midnight, Princess Diana."

Diana let out a heavy sigh. "Alright, I guess I should head home as well," she said reluctantly as she gathered her papers together before shoving them in her bag. Slowly getting up she followed Etta out, shutting the door behind her.

"You know, Princess, you really should be getting more sleep. It's very important for your body. Maybe a vacation would do you some good," Etta said as they entered the elevator.

"I am sure it would, but I just have so much to do, I cannot neglect my duites," Diana said softly.

"I'm sure. You are the head of the Justice League. I can't even imagine how hard that must be on you. Not to mention all the work you have here at the embassy." Etta gave her a sympathetic look.

Diana let out another long sigh. "What time is my speech at the Metropolis woman's shelter tomorrow?"

Etta shuffled through her clipboard as they exited the elevator. "You are scheduled to be there at ten, afterwards you are to go to the watch tower from noon to five. Then at seven you have a party to attend at Bruce Wayne's home in Gotham City."

"Right, then. Thank you, Etta," Diana replied as Etta turned off the lights and locked the embassy door behind them.

"Not a problem, your Highness," Etta said, "Goodnight, Princess."

"Goodnight, Etta," Diana responded and waited until Etta reached her car before shooting up into the air and flying to her apartment in Metropolis.

Diana got four hours of sleep before awaking at seven. She showered and dressed in a casual blue summer dress. She french braided her hair before slipping into a pair of sandals.

A black car awaited for her outside her apartment building in which the chauffeur opened the door for her. She nodded thanks to him as she entered he car, pulling out her speech as he closed the door behind her.

Diana memorized her speech before she reached the shelter. As she got out of the car, cameras began to flash and senseless questions fired as she passed.

Diana ignored them as she entered the shelter. She gave her speech, signed a donating check of $10,000 to the shelter, and talked with some of the women before being escorted back to her apartment.

Diana quickly summoned her Wonder Woman uniform before beaming herself up to the watchtower. She entered the mission control room where she was surprised to see Batman, watching the monitors.

"Your speech went well," he said. Diana assumed he saw it on TV.

"Yes, it did," she said as she approached him. He glanced at her as she stood beside him. "Shouldn't you be at home planning a party?" she looked at him.

"Alfred is taking care of it," he replied with his regular stoic tone.

Diana nodded, averting her gaze to the monitors. "Happy Birthday, Bruce," she said after a long moment of silence. She slide a small black box across the counter to him.

He picked it up, his hand about to pull the blue ribbon when she placed her hand on his. He looked up at her, his expression unreadable due to his mask.

"Wait till you get home," Diana said, her gaze holding his for a moment before silently retiring from the room.

After a long day at the watchtower, Diana returned to her apartment. She showered before dawning on an elegant red gown. The crimson dress clung at her waist and torso before flowing smoothly down her legs, showing off her perfect curves as well as revealing a bit of her leg through a long slit beginning at her upper thigh. A beautiful silver necklace hung above the sweetheart neckline of the gown. Her black hair cascaded down her left shoulder in smooth natural curls, the right side was pinned back with a jewel encrusted barrette.

Diana applied red lipstick as she stood before the bathroom mirror. She paused a moment to examine her make-up enhanced face. Glancing at the time, she slipped on her silver pumps before pulling on a black coat. She grabbed her clutch before swiftly exiting the apartment.

Outside, Diana found another black Cadillac waiting for her, the chauffeur opening the door as she approached. She thanked him, but he was staring at her exposed leg. Diana let out a soft sigh as he hesitantly closed the door.

After thirty minutes, the chauffeur passed a mob of reporters, standing before the gates of the Wayne Mansion, each trying to get a glimpse of the guests invited to the party.

Two large men dressed in black tuxedos and sunglasses stood on either side of the cast iron gate. Unrolling the window, one man stepped towards the vehicle. Diana's chauffeur said her name quietly. The man paused as he glanced back at her before giving the chauffeur a brief nod. The car made its way past the gate and up the winding driveway leading to the elegant mansion. The large house was illuminated with spotlights, music, and the swarm of guests. The chauffeur let her out before the walkway leading up to the great oak open doors.

As if on cue, all eyes turned her direction as she entered through the doors. Men gaped at her with wide eyes while the women did their best to stare her down with menacing glares. But Diana only smiled as she passed, silently regretting her choice of dress and make-up.

Diana scanned the crowd as she made her way to the bar. She removed her coat, placing it behind the counter along with her clutch with the bartenders approval, who struggled for words as he gaped at her. With a sigh, she propped her forearms on the counter she leaned forward crossing her feet below her.

"So I see you decided to show up."

Diana turned to see a tall handsome man grinning down at her. "Hello Bruce," she greeted with a smile.

It was hard for her to remember that Bruce had two identities to keep up with. She had to remind herself to treat the outgoing playboy Bruce differently than the mysterious and stern Batman.

"May I have this dance, Princess?" he asked, bowing his head as he held out his hand.

Diana flashed a white smile as she took his hand. "Certainly, Mr. Wayne."

Bruce led her to the dance floor before turning to face her, a hand at her lower waist as they waltzed.

"Did you open your gift?" she asked as they slowly stepped in sync, turning in a neat circle./pp"Yes," he said quietly./pp"What do you think?" she replied leaning back slightly to look at him.

He was silent for a moment, his dark eyes searching hers. "I liked it. Though, I think I would enjoy it better if I knew what it was."

She furrowed her brows. "Whatever do you mean, Bruce? Its just a stone," Diana replied as she made several wary glances around.

Bruce spun her out before pulling her back in closer so that their bodies touched. "I need to talk to you privately, Diana," he whispered in her ear before dipping her down. Diana stuck out her leg as she arched her back, her head almost touching the ground before he brought her back up, his playboy smile plastered on his face./pp"Meet me at my study in five," he said quietly in her ear before excusing himself and dispersing.

Diana made her way back to the bar where she retrieved her things. She stuck to he walls as she circled around the immense crowd of guests. She was grateful that the attention was no longer on her. She slipped into an illuminated hallway that had restroom signs above two doors. However she continued past them casually before turning down a dark hall that led to a large open room. A flight of elegant stairs was placed in the center, two more flights branching off, leading to a balcony that surrounded the room. At the top of the stairs Diana glanced back, her sharp gaze scanning the dark room below.

Diana continued on down a wide hall, remembering the tour she was given when she first met Bruce. It was his butler, Alfred, that had shown her around years ago.

Her memory did not fail her as she proceeded through the maze of corridors, eventually finding his private study at the end of an unlit hallway.

She slowly entered the room, shutting the door behind her. He was there, his back to her as he gazed out the single window. A stream of moonlight was the only thing providing light in the darkened room.

Bruce didn't turn as she approached him. She paused by the window next to him, leaning against the wall as she turned her head to look at him.

"How are you, Diana?" Bruce finally spoke, however his gaze remained in a trance.

Diana furrowed her brows at the question. "I am fine."

"No," he said as he finally looked at her. "I mean how are you really." He spoke in his more serious and hard tone. A part of Diana hated this side of Bruce. He was so stern and showed no emotion, always straight to the point. But it was because of this that she had a great respect for him, he was the only man that treated her as an equal, despite her enhanced strength and speed. He knew what she was capable of and he didn't doubt it, but he showed no fear. He wasn't afraid of her constant rage and annoyance. Diana figured it was because she was one of the few he trusted.

She searched his eyes with her own before averting her gaze to the field below the window. "It has been hard, Bruce," she said, letting out a soft sigh. "I am always stressed, there's always something to do, someone to save."

Bruce continued to stare at her, saying nothing.

"Bruce, we can not run the Justice League alone. We are missing a third power, it's obvious," she said, bringing her gaze back to his.

He waited a moment before turning to his desk where he picked up the small black box and dumped its contents in his hand. "This stone you got me, where did you get it?" he finally asked.

Diana stepped toward him to stand by his side, examining the rock in his hand. "I found it in Kansas while was helping some men out of a mine accident last week. It was buried in the wall," she replied.

Bruce nodded slowly as he narrowed his eyes. "I ran some tests on it. There is no record of a stone like this to have ever existed on our planet."

Diana furrowed her brow. "That's unusual."

"It's hardness surpasses the Mohs scale. It is constructed from elements that are not even on the periodic table. Diana this is a very dangerous rock if fallen into the wrong hands." he glanced at her with his usual unreadable gaze.

"What does that mean, Bruce? What do we do with it?" she asked, a look of concern on her face.

He let out a long sigh. "We have to keep it hidden, we can't let anyone know about this. No one, do you understand?" he stared her down.

Diana only returned the fierce gaze. "You can trust me, Bruce."

They held each others gaze for a long moment before Diana turned away, heading for the door.

"I will do some more research on it, but there is one thing that is a bit puzzling," he said, causing her to look back at him, her hand on the door knob.

"And what's that?" she asked.

"There's blood on it."