Author's Note: Thanks again to Alli for the beta-read. Errors, omissions, and any other screw-ups you find are my fault alone. Follows on the end of "The Princess and the Pea." It is recommended you catch that one first, then move on to this one.
Also, I opted to take my cues on Dick Grayson from the Batman: The Animated Series, possibly extrapolating a bit from there -- I make no reference here to him being either Robin or Nightwing, just a "caped crusader." While JL may seem to draw on the Batclan in "Gotham Knights," I haven't seen any of those episodes, so I'm sticking with "what I know." :: grin ::
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Diana lazily opened her eyes, hypnotized into a contented lull by the steady rise and fall of Bruce’s chest beneath her and the intoxicating warmth of their bodies trapped under the comforter. Were it up to her, she’d stay exactly where she was for the remainder of the day. Through the window she could see the first hints of daylight peeking over the horizon, however, and she knew she’d have to move far too soon for her liking. Bruce had a meeting and she had, well, nothing particular planned…
There was a catch in his breathing and she knew he was waking up. His right arm tightened around her, even as the rest of his body arched, stretching. Diana shifted slightly, drawing even closer, and rolled her head over so that her chin rested against his pectorals. A goofy grin split her features. “Good morning,” she said.
Bruce smiled back at her, his amusement plainly written across his features. “’Morning,” he responded. Diana could feel the rumble of his voice as he spoke. “Sleep well?”
“Eventually.” A lock of hair fell into her eyes, blocking her line of sight. Unwilling to surrender her embrace of Bruce, she blew upward, attempting to force it out of the way. The attempt failed. She watched through the strands of hair as Bruce gently brushed back the offending strands and tucked it behind her ear. Her lips twisted into a dangerous grin. “You?”
“Eventually.”
In the silence, Diana studied his features, committing them to memory. They were safe here, warm beneath the blankets and cocooned in the afterglow of earlier activities. There were no worry lines at his eyes, no frown tugging down at his lips. On the contrary, his eyes were bright with affection and his smile was contagious – both enough to let her know that even Batman could find happiness. That she had helped bring about the reprieve warmed her heart in a way she couldn’t explain. She could only hope this was the first of many mornings she would see it.
“Any plans for the day, Princess?”
“None that don’t involve random acts of heroism,” she replied. Inwardly, she gave a sigh of relief. There were no questions, no regrets about the earlier morning. She fought a yawn and lost. “I don’t have the most active social calendar.”
“They say all work and no play isn’t very healthy.” Bruce smirked. “Even for an Amazon.”
“Perhaps you should follow that little pearl of wisdom for yourself, ‘tough guy.’ Or don’t you have a meeting this morning?”
Diana felt his leg curl around hers and, before she could blink, found herself pinned beneath him. He lowered his head and kissed her gently, reverently on the lips. When he drew back, he was grinning. “Yes, I have a meeting this morning,” he replied, “…but not until nine.”
The princess glanced at the clock. Vivid red numbers proclaimed it just after six. Looking back to Bruce, she smiled. “What’d you have in mind?”
His grin twisted decidedly lopsided and she couldn’t miss the impish gleam in his eyes. “Care to join me in the shower?”
“Hmm,” she said, adopting a coquettish expression. Then, executing a move similar to his, she turned the tables, pinning him to the mattress. She laughed. “I’d love to.”