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I have an idea for a prompt: some of their “firsts” together. First kiss, first date, first I love you, first fight, first baby etc. Thanks xoxo

First Kiss…

If only she didn’t know what his civilian identity is.

That was all Bruce could think about as he watched Diana entertain Mr. Faraday, dancing with their liaison to the UN at yet another government party that all publicized members of the Justice League and benefactors were forced to attend, just so the powers that be could feel as though they had some form of control over the gods and demons and aliens that guarded them from their base in the sky. Scoffing to himself as he threw back yet another drink, the Batman counted the number of times he had saved either a facility that Agent Faraday had been occupying or the two times he had rescued the man himself from certain doom.

And yet he hadn’t asked him to dance.

How incredibly rude.

“Another, sir?” Offered a much more cordial waiter, tray extended, ready to take his empty glass in the very instant that he had lowered it from his lips.

Effortlessly did the persona of Bruce Wayne comfortably fall into place; grinning as if he had ordered a whiskey instead of his ever popular ginger ale, he rambled on in response, “What? Huh? Another… oh, drink! Woo, I think…if I want to be allowed back to one of these things, I better slow it down, right? Hey, you know who might need his glass topped up? That gray-haired geezer dancing with that pretty young thing on the dance floor – hic – right there. See ‘em? Yeah, go get ‘im a whiskey neat or something just as fancy, ha ha.”

The poor young man seemed lost as to what he should say in response to one guest poking fun at another, but given that he had been asked to complete a drink-related task, the waiter nodded his head shakily and hurried off towards the bar. Some of the poise he had shown in his prompt service was diminished when he skated towards the bar tender—

“Bruce,” the elegant, bewitching voice of none other than Diana Prince chilled him, forcing his spine to straighten before he was stunned, “do you have something you’d like to say to me?”

Attempting to play off her sneaky approach, he replied teasingly, “I didn’t take you for the type, Diana.”

“The type of what?” Her voice was challenging. When at first he refused to answer her – refusing to finish his sentence, implying she was the type of simple woman needed a compliment or two to make or break her night – Wonder Woman took no time at all in securing his elbow in her hold and jerked it towards her retreating form; with a pleasant smile plastered on her beautiful face, she dragged the Dark Knight out into the knight, bringing him out onto one of the many balconies that decorated the ballroom that they had previously partying in.

“You know they’ll begin to panic if we leave for too long.” Bruce pointed out.

He barely managed to finish his warning before his toes were nearly stepped on by an unhappy Amazon. “That gray-haired geezer I was dancing with is more than comfortable if I take my inebriated friend out for a breath of fresh air.” Her accusatory gaze was nowhere near as intimidating as she thought it was, but her crossed arms allowed for the night to outline the muscles in her biceps, triceps, providing Bruce with a visual warning if there was ever one to heed.

Clearing his throat, Bruce stood tall when he unintelligently chose to say, “You know we are supposed to keep our civilian identities separate!”

“How can I do that when you continue to chastise and insult King whenever we see him at these parties—”

“I’m sure King can handle going toe to toe with Bruce Wayne.” His tone was just as mocking as it was challenging. Nevertheless, he genuinely hoped that his words were true. After all, this was the man assigned to coordinate the Justice League with the United Nations, to defend them when they were unable to attend meetings or when they were forced to make reckless decisions for the sake of the greater good. The man who believed he could take Wonder Woman’s hand and—

A pair of lips were just as gentle as they were forceful as they came to rest upon his. It was a dusting of a kiss, a mere graze instead of something much more empowering, but soul-searing, it still held the power to be.

Against the skin of his cheek as she slipped away from him, Diana murmured, “But Bruce Wayne won’t be able to handle Diana Prince if she has to come out here and scold him yet again.” Then, she disappeared, rejoining the party as if he had been alone the entire time, as if he had made the conscious decision to step out onto the balcony and had merely fantasized about…

She kissed him.

Diana kissed him.

Bruce fidgeted more than he realized; he fixed his suit in every which way, cleared his throat, rested his palms on the marble railing before him, dropped his head and then looked up to the sky. He stared into the overwhelming brightness of the full moon for quite some time before a chuckle escaped him. Was he not normally being romanced and seduce at these sorts of things? This was such a common occurrence, and yet…

A kiss with Wonder Woman herself? Now that was something that Bruce Wayne could definitely have another of.

First Date…

She was no stranger to what it meant to be ‘wined and dined’. Not only did she find herself entertaining some of the world’s wealthiest people – long before she encountered the Gothamite socialite – but Dionysus, the god of ecstasy in many forms, was a pertinent figure in the history of Ancient Greece.

If anyone knew how to celebrate, it was someone with a rich Greek heritage.

However, Bruce was doing quite well for himself when he carried out a silver platter from the kitchen aboard his yacht, balancing the massive tray in one hand while the other handled an ice bucket stuffed with an expensive-looking bottle of wine.

“I hope you’re hungry.” Bruce sheepishly stated rather than asked, the sea breeze tossing his hair about playfully as he set the table to his liking.

Wrapped up in her shawl, back to the wind, Diana was forced to tuck a few wayward strands of her own behind her ears before answering him. “I’m always in the mood for Alfred’s cooking.”

A stale expression was shown to her, before it was immediately replaced by an overdramatic show of offense taken. “Are you saying that I cannot make a meal for my own date?”

“I’m saying,” Diana couldn’t keep her smile from reaching her voice as she reached forth and picked up her wineglass off the table. “I know what Alfred’s cooking tastes like, so I will know if this is a meal he made.”

Bruce hiked up his Parasuco jeans before taking his seat, a cloth napkin falling over his thigh while he defended himself. “That’s not fair, princess – he taught me everything I know about food.”

“My mother taught me everything she knew about men, and I still developed an opinion of my own.”

That managed to stall Bruce while he focused on opening their chilled bottle of wine. It was a momentary lapse though, before he sniggered in reply, “But your mother was right all along, wasn’t she?”

“You think so?” That answer had surprised the Amazonian, and it showed in both her expression and her tone.

Smoothly did Bruce begin to make his case, “She warned you that we are stubborn?”

“Yes.”

“Led around by our wants and needs, and not by what we know is right?”

“Yes.”

“That we will steal a woman’s girdle if we so desire it?”

“Yes.” That time, her voice was firmer. How dare he bring up her mother’s humiliation in the wake of Heracles’ trials! Had they not been flirting? Was he not trying to woo her, after months of avoiding their intimacy after that kiss she had stolen from him, many moons ago? Perhaps she had misread the so-called romantic date that they were on – whisking her away on his yacht for a feast that he allegedly prepared himself was supposed to impress her, was it not? So how could he—

The wink that followed helped her to realize that he wasn’t talking about that girdle.

Dumbfounded, impressed, and all together amused, Diana held up her wine glass, waiting for it to be filled a tad bit more than what should have been an appropriate amount. As the beautifully reddened liquid filled her crystal-like cup, the Amazon who’s history had been poked at knew that she was much too prideful to let her date win any sort of verbal sparring.

With the desire to see him knocked off of his pedestal within his own mind, Diana informed him, “Well, it is thanks to such warnings that I didn’t wear a girdle tonight.”

The fire that ignited in Bruce’s startled eyes went off simultaneously with a gust of wind rushing across the sea, and it carried her Aphrodite-like laughter across the table to the man who she knew would become the most challenging, utterly amusing lover.

First “I love you”…

“BRUCE!” Diana’s voice sounded pained, like someone had cut up his name on her tongue with glass. Or perhaps with his own batarang, similar to the one that had been plunged into his bare chest by…someone. Any of the villains on the battlefield that had become Rodeo Drive had the capability to use his weapon against him, after Bizzaro had broken his usually impenetrable armour with one destructive punch. The fight had been going on for hours, the relentless number of enemies from all walks of life showing up out of the woodwork and pledging themselves to the mighty Darkseid before it was too late.

Before the monster simply incinerated the planet that human and Metahumans alike called home.

All of the men and women they had been fighting were ruthless, intent on showing their power, and what better way could they prove themselves than by murdering a Justice League member?

The blood that had squirted out of the massive wound on his face had been worrisome; his body was in shock as he fell to the ground slowly, shakily, and the blood flow was sporadic at best as it flew out of his chest. His thoughts were just as chaotic.

‘The people…of this city! Like…Gotham! Alfred… Alfred has my will—Dick, a-and Tim! I lost Jason… who will stop the Joker!? W-Who will protect Gotham!? N-Need the League to… to… D-Diana…’

“D-Dian…a.” Her name flew from his cut lips as if it was the last word he would ever mutter. His body began to lurch forward on bruised and beaten knees, yet he never hit the ground. Who else would be there to catch but the very woman who had been his pillar of strength for so many years? The only person who he wanted with him in those last few moments. Dazed and weak, Bruce tried to look up at her as she flew high into the sky, and his weary mind wondered if it would be her responsibility to take him to Heaven’s Gate for his soul to be judged.

Instead, he found himself gazing up into her panicked eyes after she had laid him down on a rather smooth surface, somewhere safe, he imagined. “Bruce, I need… I need to get you home.”

“N-No, don’t…here…” He was trying to tell her to stay here, to stand and fight with their League, but if he wasn’t already losing his strength to stay awake, the sight of his blood splattering onto her signature armour surely stole the wind from his sails.

Somehow, she understood him. She always did, Diana did. She understood him in a way that no one else ever had and he had been shown the first glimpse of light in a rather darkened world the day he had spotted her at Luthor’s party.

God, was he grateful to Luthor for something?

He had to be dying.

“Wonder Woman?” An unknown voice sounded as if it charged towards his lover in the same moment when the world began to disappear in blackened blotches from his sight, sounding a great deal like an approaching noise from inside of a funnel. He watched her turn her head and just as quickly turn it back in order to speak to him.

“Bruce, the Green Lanterns are here to help!”

That…should have gotten some sort of reaction from him, but it didn’t.

“They are going to stand and fight with us.”

A light moment of bliss bubbled up inside his otherwise cold chest.

“Bruce? …Bruce, please!”

He wanted to answer her, truly he did, but he did not even possess the strength to ward away the darkness for the first time in his entire life. He was cold, he was weak, he had Diana to watch over him as he went – that was all Bruce needed, in his final moments.

Or so he believed, until Diana graced him with the touch of her forehead to his and whispered a gut-wrenching, “Please…I love—”

The world disappeared before he heard the last of her words, but it gave him peace all the same.

First Fight…

Diana pretended not to notice Bruce when he entered the BatCave, despite it being the place he went to when he wanted to hide away from the world. “What are you doing here?” Long gone was the sincerity in which he once addressed, currently replaced by the hardened tone he used whether they were in a group or on their own.

“I needed to cross-reference something we once looked into for Ares.”

“The League’s database would have the same information.”

“The League didn’t exist when we interviewed Dr. Sandsmark, and I doubt you transferred all of your intel onto the League’s computers.” Usually, Diana could retain her composure with the heavily guarded bat. After all, she had had a year of practice before they had become lovers, and the motivation to spurn him after he broke her heart could produce a rather unique elegance that she had not known she possessed. However, there were moments – always small, always private – where her tone would sound clipped on a word that could be misconstrued as accusatory or simply mean.

Calling his professionalism into question was yet another dagger she’d dig into him, just like that damned batarang that had nearly killed him, the very one that had changed him from the man she had known.

Thinking about the very man who had wronged her nearly distracted her from his approach; Bruce was behind her in a matter of a dozen heavy steps, his voice just as rough. “You have two minutes.”

That got her back up. “Excuse me?” Diana turned and straightened herself as she stared at the man who dared to tell her what to do. “I tell you I am looking for information on the God of War, and you give me a time limit for my search?”

Bruce looked unprepared to hear her opposition to his disagreeable ways. He was dressed in the latest, sturdier model of his Batsuit, which supported his excuse for his rudeness, “I need my computer for a mission of my own.”

Diana knew that her decision on how to respond was paramount in that moment. If she chose to battle it out with Bruce, they could finally discuss the cruelty he had shown her in decimating their romantic relationship the moment he had awakened after she had worried just to see him live through the coma he had fallen into. If she chose to turn away and take her information with her, there was the chance that they would never recover, never move beyond their tense, bearable relationship, enduring the mere shadow of what they once had.

Settling with the fact that she was no longer anything more than a colleague to him…

“You sound like a child, which is appropriate, given your behaviour.”

A startled light went off behind his hooded eyes, but Bruce inhaled such a deep breath, he looked like an animal ready to pounce. “If you don’t like it, then take your information and go.”

“And this is the way we are meant to function from now on? The founding members of the Justice League, who make harsh remarks at one another and refuse to move forward?”

“I am moving forward!” He raised his voice at her as if it would somehow prove he was correct.

Diana wanted to scoff but withheld from doing so. “You are moving inside yourself! You can be brave and face off against any villain who threatens this world, but you are still nothing more than a stubborn man, doing whatever it is you want and ignore the consequences.”

“What consequences!?”

“Me!” The way Diana slapped her chest reverberated throughout her body and sounded as if she had hit the floor. She did not shake or sway, though, merely carried on. “You destroyed what you had with me in order to protect yourself, and you expected me to comply with your wishes willingly.” Hearing the way she spoke of their relationship, it dawned on Diana that she had indeed done just that – allowed him to dictate the rules, and obeyed him without question. She had bowed down to what he wanted and sulked off to nurse her wounds, refusing to fight against the formidable Batman when she had told him once, long ago, that he could never best her…

As if he was reading her mind, Bruce blurted out as a poor excuse for a defence, “But you did.”

“Yes, I did…but know this now, Bruce,” With two heavy stomps of her own, Diana invaded Bruce’s personal space with grace and strength. He would not have tried to back away from her, but her hands found his shoulders regardless. “I will not let you defeat. I will not let you steal something so precious from me without putting up a fight. Remember that.”

Then, she released him and turned back to her work, almost as if she expected him to both acknowledge her threat and forget that it ever happened. Bruce remained still the entire time she completed her search on his computer and when she left, she did not bother to look at his hopefully dumbfounded expression.

Knowing that she had shut him up had been enough of a prize, for now at least.

First Baby…

Bruce heard Diana walking all over the upper level of the house, but he didn’t have the heart to call out to her. The Manor was a noisy place and it surprised him that Alfred hadn’t said anything, made a disgruntled face, or even reached for his cellphone to text Bruce to keep it down. Perhaps he knew it was Diana making all that noise – he always had favoured her.

Still, Bruce would have done the very same thing, if he was in the butler’s shoes.

After another minute or two of frantic searching, he finally heard his princess racing down the main staircase, hunting for something else this time around. When she spied him, he made sure to lift a pointed finger to his lips.

“Bruce—!”

“Shhh,” warned her husband from his casual pose of leaning against the doorframe she found him lurking in. He felt Diana approach him – the warmth of her body targeting him even from the other end of the hallway – and his arm reached out to welcome him into her hold.

“What are you doing, standing here?” Her inquiry was well-warranted, but he refused to answer. All she had to do was look into main floor study, and she would fully understand his pause.

After all, he wasn’t about to disturb his daughter while she was having her lunch.

“There she is.” Diana whispered as she maneuvered herself into his hold until they were perfectly placed in each other’s arms. Bruce dropped his head against her and let silence accompany them momentarily, just so he could hear the strangely adorable sound Penelope made when she sucked on her bottle. Those big brown eyes of hers were staring up at Alfred the entire time she feasted, and in turn, the butler smiled back at her as if she was his own flesh and blood.

“You were looking for her?” Bruce mumbled softly. “I thought you knew Alfred said he’d feed her lunch.”

Diana huffed, “I know that if I can’t find her, she’ll be with her grandfather, but he keeps popping up all over the manor so I can’t find him easily. I think he’s trying to steal her away from us.” It was clearly a joke, but her tone was a tad sulky. If anyone had been a proper parent to their daughter, it was Diana – she was a picture perfect mother in his eyes, and even managed to convince him that he could be a father when there were moments of doubt – and though she would not ever admit it, she still managed to become a tad jealous over Alfred’s honed experience with children.

The breath of fresh hair that was a baby, and a female one at that, was most likely the reason the old man could never stop smiling.

“I don’t think he’d risk it.”

“Because you’d threaten to fire him again?”“Because he knows he can’t hide from you forever.” Bruce chuckled into her bangs as he kissed her forehead.

Diana laughed into his chest and he could have sworn that her joyous giggle commanded the beat of his heart for a few moments. “You mean he can’t go toe to toe with me?”

There it was – the key phrase that had followed them the entirety of their relationship. Whether it was over a hard drive from Luthor or the jealousy he felt for King Faraday or the way she fought to keep them together even when he tried to foolishly tear them apart, it was always a challenge for them. There was always some sort of battle to be fought for them, but they seemed to have found their peace in the house he had lived in when life had been peaceful once.

It was as if he had a snapshot taken of his life as a child, and he found a way to create the dream life that his younger self had given up dreaming for all those years ago.

“No one can go toe to toe with you, Diana.” Bruce dared to admit as he turned her to face him, ready to kiss her with all of the tenderness he had inside of him in that one moment—

Just then, Arthur’s voice ruined the moment as it blared in their ears.

“Aquaman to Batman and Wonder Woman! Attack on the Atlantean Embassy! All Justice League members, do NOT use the transporter inside! I repeat, don’t—”

“Let’s test that theory.” Diana quipped before she stole the kiss Bruce had intended to bestow her with, then headed off to the BatCave in order to suit up.

Bruce couldn’t help but grin despite the warning of chaos he was being called to face, as his gaze swooped inside of the study one last time. Alfred, finally looking up from the precious baby in his arms, nodded to his oldest charge with a promise to look after Penelope while he was ‘busy’.

Penelope Martha Wayne, the daughter he had had with Diana Prince, the child he had to come home to, threw one of her small arms up into the air as he began to step away, as if to wave him off.

The way his heart was swarmed by a newly acquired warmth made Bruce selfishly wonder, when could him and Diana have another?

((A/N: Every couple needs a story like this – all of their firsts! I tried to tie them all together so they don’t feel as chaotic, and I hope it shows~ Yes, that little baby girl is the very baby Diana talked to Alfred about in another ficlet I did on this blog, called Penny! A lot of people seemed to like that one so I made sure to reference that for the First Baby portion. Anyway, thanks so much for reading, and feel free to prompt me whenever you’d like! ~ Maiden))

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