Characters: Bruce Wayne, Diana (Wonder Woman)
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Justice League (can fit comic or animated verse)
Warnings: None

Author's Notes: I decided to write something in second person. This is what I came up with.

Thank you, Djinn, for the beta


You can't sleep. Your thoughts won't allow it. So you watch her as she sleeps next to you in your bed, wondering at the events that had led her to this place. Frightened you will make a mess of things--it's inevitable, after all. All of your relationships end the same. But she's different. She's also your friend. Can you chance losing that friendship for this…this…? You don't even know what to call it--or maybe you're afraid to put a label on it. To make it real.

She shifts slightly, a small smile creasing her lips, and you know she's dreaming. Do you dare believe the seemingly sweet dream is of you? You ease yourself closer, her body warm and inviting, her arms embracing you even in her dream-like state. And you wonder if, when she opens her eyes, she will see the man of her dreams, or if you will see only regret.

She opens her eyes, and you release the breath you don't remember holding when the smile on her lips doesn't disappear at the sight of you.

"Good morning."

You kiss her lightly on the lips. "It's not quite morning yet, Princess."

"Have you slept at all?"

You shake your head then look away. Damn your thoughts for never shutting up. "Why are you here?" You speak so softly you wonder if she's heard you, but you know you can't speak the words any other way.

She frowns. "Would you rather I weren't here?"

"I don't want to hurt you."

"Then don't."

She kisses you and for a moment she makes you forget--makes you believe that you are happy. Makes you discontent with the mission that has cost you a constant presence in this bed.

A soft tapping at the door.

"Yes?"

Alfred steps inside the room. "The Batsignal, sir."

The ultimate test of all your relationships. The others either hadn't known or hadn't understood. Will she understand?

Alfred closes the door, leaving you to make your excuses. But when you look at her, you see her smile.

"Go. I'll be here when you return." Her voice is soft and warm and full of promise.

Your hand reaches out and touches her hair. "I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"For leaving you alone. I wish I could tell you it will be the last time. But it won't." And even though you know she's willing to join you, you'll never ask her to. Not in this city--your city.

She touches your face. "I know. I wouldn't have it any other way."

She understands. She has a mission, too.

You kiss her lightly on the lips then make your way to the door. You look back at her, sees that she's watching you.

"Be careful."

"I'm always careful."

She yawns, nestling beneath the covers. "Wake me when you get back?"

You smile. "Yes."

Maybe this time will be different.