The 'Symmetry' Interludes

FIC: Interludes (For 'Symmetry')

01. Why Bother?

Author: Batman_Wolverine
Rating: NC-17
Summary: What does she see in him? Why does she bother? That’s all I’ve got to say for this one. Read on.
Disclaimer: I don't own Batman, Wonder Woman or any of the other character Justice League characters. All owned by DC. Any OCs are my own creation and are free for anyone to use, just give me a shout out first.

“Just look at her,” the muttered voice from the girl dressed in red, white and blue, with a ‘S’ on her chest, reached the person in question’s lips. “Mooning after him, like a love sick puppy.”
“Love sick puppy,” the purple and black grabbed woman answered with a shake of her head. “Where have to been living Kara? On a hick farm?”

“Hey!” The truth and sarcastic, slightly condescending tone of the words struck home.
“Pipe down you two,” the winged, redhead shushed both Supergirl and Huntress. “And stop snooping into other people’s personal matters.”

“Hmph,” the teenager poked her tongue at the Huntress. “No, seriously, I want to know. How could someone so beautiful, smart, strong and feminist woman as her can go in for someone like him? I mean, you cannot even see his face, just half a jaw. Plus, he is so dark and scary, that Flash who is a founding member, still outruns even himself to get away from him. What does she see in him?”

“That’s the charm kiddo,” Huntress’s voice held a wistfulness.
“Speaking from personal experience?” Shayera asked with a smirk and raised eyebrow.

“What!!” Kara yelped at the interaction between the two women. “Don’t tell me. You and him. Oh god!”
“No,” Helena snapped at her. “No him. Junior.”
“Junior?” The Kryptonian teenager repeated in confusion.
“Nightwing you idiot,” Shayera chuckled at Huntress’s retort. ‘And I am supposed to be the one with a hair trigger temper,’ she thought to herself.

“Ohh, Nightwing,” Kara’s eyes glazed over. “He’s hot. And that whole black and blue thing, with that tight fitted ass, oooh. You know him?”
“In more ways than one,” the answer was a cryptic one. “Just know that, all that flexibility, works wonders during one on one sessions.”

“You spar with him?” Both Shayera and Helena slapped their foreheads in exasperation. “What? What did I say?”
“She slept with him idiot,” Shayera hissed under her breath, laughter bursting from her lips at Kara’s beet red face.

“Oh,” was all Kara could say, shutting up the next instant as she felt a slender hand against her shoulder.

Bending down to her ears, the person they were initially talking about spoke loud enough for all three women to hear.

“And remember sisters,” there was mirth in her cultured voice. “Nightwing is junior. You haven’t seen senior in action.”

With that, she walked away, leaving three dumbstruck super-heroines in her wake, their mouths and eyes gaping wide in shock.

“What did she mean?” Kara turned to her co-gossipers.
“I don’t know,” Huntress shook her head, both her and the Kryptonian turning to the Thanagarian.

“Shayera?”

A smile formed on the former Hawkgirl’s lips.

“Well I’ll be…..”

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It was evening when the lone figure tore through the nighttime haze that lined the Gotham skyline. Dressed in familiar red, blue and gold, it was instantly recognizable as the Amazonian Princess and Justice League member, the super-heroine known as Wonder Woman. Such was her fame that wherever she went, she was mobbed by fans and people wanting to get a glimpse of one the most, if not the most beautiful women in this part of the universe.

Knowing the sometimes-unwanted attention she drew and the rule for any costume to enter into Gotham, she had deliberately timed her trip for the night, her lips curving as her destination loomed in the distance, the majestic construct reaching for the sky, reminding her of the grandeur of her own homeland. Even though the architecture style was completely different, a semi-Victorian, semi-modern mix as compared to the traditional Greco-Roman of Themiscyra, the overall effect was the same…..opulent splendor.

‘Wayne Manor.’ Just the name was enough to let the listener know whom it belonged to; and the heritage behind it. What it did not tell and what Diana was currently interested in, was what lay beneath the surface.

‘The Bat-Cave.’ From what she had heard, the name was from the fertile imagination of the first Robin, Richard ‘Dick’ Grayson aka Nightwing. Batman had just settled on calling it the cave. It was Dick, who gave it the name to reflect the personality of the lord of all that subterranean magnificence.

Slicing through the air at subsonic speeds she slowed down further once she crossed into the Manor grounds, finally coming to a stop at the foot of the professionally cut stone stairs.

“Three, two, one, and…..” the door opened just like clockwork, without even a ring of the bell. The familiar visage of Alfred Pennyworth, Bruce Wayne’s butler, confidant, surrogate father, nurse, back-up man and all around master of all trades, appeared in front of her.

“Good evening Miss,” he greeted her with a short nod of his balding, salt and pepper head.
“Good evening Alfred,” Diana wished as she stepped through the door. “I take the master is in.”

“Yes mam,” Alfred’s eyes twinkled with barely contained mirth as if hiding a joke in them. Closing the door, he led her to the grandfather clock, behind which lay the secret entrance to the secret bat-cave of the intensely secret Batman, from whom one could keep no secrets. (Lots of secrets, eh!) “The sensors informed him of your impending arrival and he relayed the same to me.”

The clock seamlessly slid out of the way, the door behind it opening at the same time.

“Thank you Alfred,” Diana raised a hand. “I’ll show myself in.”
There was no hint of any emotion from the consummate professional that Alfred was. He just nodded in affirmation and stepped out of the way to allow the regal guest through, the door and clock sliding back into position behind her.

If everything went well, there would be no opening of that door for the next few hours. Otherwise….

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“What are you doing here Diana?” The gravelly voice greeted her as she made her way down the stairs. Sometimes, she herself couldn’t believe how could someone change from one personality to another. True, even Superman had a secret identity, in which he was a mild mannered, somewhat bumbling reporter for the daily planet, but compared to the difference between Bruce Wayne and Batman, which was like apples transforming into oranges, the different between Clark Kent and Superman seemed like golden apples to green apples.

“Good evening to you to….Batman,” she returned after confirming whether or not the cape and cowl was on. Yes they were.

“Princess!” Batman turned around in his chair, just in time to come face to face with those gorgeous, seemingly endless, smooth as silk legs. Mutter a silent thanks to his presence of mind that he had his cowl on, his clenched his teeth in an effort to stomp the now familiar and utterly infuriating ache that rose within him at the mere sight of the beauty standing in front on him. Even in the darkened cave, her beauty shone out as the morning sun. The light from the computer screen, reflecting off her tiara, bracelets, earrings and double-W armor, clearly outlined her hourglass silk-on-steel figure. How was a man supposed to resist this? How could any man, even one such as the Batman resist this…resist her?

“You know….Bruce,” the tone in her voice indicated that the cowl should come off. “I am no longer a princess. You should remember that, you were there when it happened.”

‘You’ll always be my princess,’ the words were said to himself. “What can I do for you Madam Ambassador?” Was what came out of his mouth.

“Well, to start with, get that infuriating mask off your face,” Diana’s words were spoken with a tone that she reserved for her Ambassadorial meetings. At getting no movement from the Dark Knight, she pushed herself off the control panel edge she was leaning against.
“Do I have to do it myself?” That and a perfectively arched eyebrow resulted in the cowl being yanked off by the detective, his dark blue, near black eyes boring into her like two laser beams.

“There,” Batman growled at having to follow someone else’s instructions that too in his cave….his sanctuary, his strong hold. “Now, tell me, why are you here? You know the rules.”
“Yes, I do know the rules Batman,” Diana crossed her arms at her chest, deliberately accentuating the round curves of her cleavage, fully knowing the effect it had on men, even this one, the one man, the only man she wanted to affect like that.


“Then, why are you here?” The repeated question was asked just as flatly as the first time.
“I wanted to see you,” Diana answered as if it was the most obvious thing to say to one of the most dangerous men in the world.

“See me,” Batman repeated slowly, getting a confirmatory nod from the woman standing in front of him. “Why?”
“Bruce,” Diana exclaimed in exasperation, her voice ringing of longing. “I wanted to see you,” she emphasized on the *see*.

That seemed to get the point across.

“Today’s not Saturday,” Batman’s deadpan got a growl and glare from the ethereal beauty.
“I know that,” she answered with gritted teeth.

“Diana; today is not Saturday,” he repeated softly. Standing up, he spanned the couple of feet of space between them with a single step. “We decided….”
“I know that Bruce,” Diana instinctively leaned towards him. “But do we always have to follow that schedule. Can’t we have a break just once?”

“Just once,” Diana bit her tongue, knowing what was coming next. “You said the same thing last week….twice. And a couple of weeks before that, and…”
“Hera,” Diana pushed the Caped Crusader back none to gently, stepping away to get some distance between them. “Why do I even bother? Kara was right. I am like a lovesick puppy, mooning after you. You, who even when he loves someone, he does so according to a set schedule. I should take her advice and find someone else….someone freer…someone better. Maybe I should take the advice of all those tabloid publications. They do always link Wonder Woman with Superman. Maybe I should ask Kal….”

“Ask Kal what?” The growl was at her ear, the radiated heat of his body at her back. “Ask him what Princess?”
“You know what,” Diana’s voice held a challenge. She knew that he knew that it a ruse on her part, and effort to get him riled up, and in accordance with that, he was playing it role in the way the part demanded.

“Kal doesn’t have the guts,” the Kal was deliberately spat out to stress on her petname for the Kryptonian boy scout. “Lois will kill him, only if he survives me.”
“You don’t kill.” Diana whispered huskily, her breath hitched at the closeness of him.

“I don’t,” the growl was menacing. “But I make it so that death is welcomed. It frees the person from my hands. And another thing….Madam Ambassador,” that was marked by a trailing of his hot lips along her swanlike neck.
“What?” Diana practically moaned.

“I don’t share either.”

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“Am I a thing to you? That you don’t share,” Diana pulled back, or at least tried to, her actions stopped by an iron grip around her arms.
“No,” the Bat-voice trailed off, giving way to Bruce. “You are everything to me.”

Turning around in his embrace, Diana faced the shadowed face of the man that had captured her heart. The man, who for all purposes owned it…just as she owned his.

“Then why do this?” Her implication was towards his previous gruff behavior. “Why turn me away?”
“It’s a part princess,” this time the endearment was one of love. “You play yours by breaking….twisting our agreement of meeting once a week until the time we decide to make it public, and I play mine by pointing that out.”

“A part,” Diana mused with a smile forming on her lips as she trailed the back of her hand along the jaw she had come to know first. “So, you really don’t mind my coming here. You just make it seem that way.”
“If I minded…” Bruce leaned in to rub his lips against hers, smiling as they automatically parted for him. “…then you wouldn’t be in here in the first place.”

With that their lips mashed in a deep passionate kiss, their bodies molding against each other, her soft sensual curves, a perfect fit for his hard, angular ones.

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Still locked in the intimate embrace; Diana lifted off the ground, knowing by experience which direction to go in…..the cave infirmary.

Landing in the cave med-room, Diana sat up on the bed, Bruce standing between her parted legs, their bodies still stuck together as one, with Diana literally hanging off Bruce her arms and legs curled around him.

“You like teasing me, don’t you?” She murmured between kisses, her body arching into him at the gentle caress he gave to her back, his nimble fingers generating a tingling sensation along her spine.
“Yes,” the truth came out without the assistance of any lasso or truth serum. “Only because you let me….”

“And what if don’t want to any longer,” meant as a joke, her words were lost among heavy breaths.
“Then I’ll have to find a way to convince you,” the words were accentuated by a suggestive jerk of muscled hips.

“Hmmm,” Diana broke away to nuzzle at the crook of her lover’s neck, her soft open mouthed kisses interjected with swift licks of her tongue to taste the tangy mixture of sweat and skin. “Then better get to work. I am in a need of a lot of convincing.”

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As she had learned to do over the past several months, Diana deftly loosened the Dark Knight’s midnight black cape, hearing it flutter to the ground.

“What brought this on?” Bruce asked, his lips hovering just above hers. “Not that I mind it…”
“But being the great detective, you need to know,” THUD, fell the utility belt.

“Umm-hmmm,” Bruce allowed Diana to take this upper hand, sensing her urge to do so. Something had happened, and he wanted to know what.
“Kara,” that got a raised eyebrow. “Shayera, Huntress and her, they were talking. She asked them, what do I see in you?”

“And?” Bruce stilled her hands, his eyes demanding an answer.
“And,” Diana’s superior physical strength allowed her to continue her movements, not that Batman’s grip had been firm to begin with, it had been there just for show sake, to draw her attention away from him…..and to him, “I guess I wanted to see it for myself.”

“See it for yourself,” Rrrrrripp!! Her impatience caused her to tear open the top half of his costume, the body armor following the same route. “Diana!” Bruce exclaimed with resignation. “That’s the sixth one. Patience Princess.”

“Not now.” Rrrrrripp!! Rrrrrripp!! Rrrrrripp!! that completed the top disrobing. “And anyways, where else are you going to use your billions, make a couple of more of those bat-things you seem to have a fetish for. Make better use of that money and get at least a dozen more costumes made….just for emergencies…”

“….Like this,” Bruce completed, his eyes shaded with passion. He had, in fact already asked Alfred to keep a steady supply of uniforms coming and had almost two dozen in storage now. As for the body armor, he had more than enough of that, having ordered in bulk through one of the many name-only companies he had set up for his nocturnal activities.

“Yes,” Diana whispered hoarsely, reaching down to confer the same fate on his tights, only to have him still her…firmly.

“It goes both ways Princess,” Diana sighed at effect his oft-used endearment had on her. It was just he who called her that…still, even now. Superman and Shayera called her Diana, Flash called her Di, and the rest of the league mostly Wonder Woman.

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Letting him guide her arms to her side, Diana kept them in lifted position, stifling a moan at the deliberate way his hands, on their journey to her back, scraped along the side of her breasts. The next moment, she felt a looseness as she corset was undone, his return move pulling it away from her body, freeing her completely and exposing her upper half, just as she had exposed his….except for the whole ripping and tearing.

She sat in silence, a tender smile on her face she watched him watch her. At a time like this, his eyes struck her the most. They were able to express a world of emotions that given his closed off and withdrawn nature, Bruce could not put into words.

“You are…” was all he could say, all that she needed, the almost innocent and reverent manner in which his hand trailed down her face, along the curve of her shoulder and along the curve of a perfectly rounded, full, soft-yet-firm, naturally tanned breast, its pink nubs erect both from her arousal as well as from the cave’s cool atmosphere. “….beautiful.”

Rising up, his hand reached up and gently freed her tiara from the tangle of her silky raven colored tresses.

“Now we are equal…” a lop sided grin lit up his face, making him look younger. “…..Unless you tear my tights.’
“What do you think?” The sound of the nomex-kevlar fabric ripping accompanied her words.

That being done, Diana finished undressing, divesting herself of her boots, bracelets, star shaped earrings and finally her panties. In the mean time, Bruce had finished removing the remainder of his clothing and stood before her taking in her beauty. Seeing her like this, with him, in his realm, made him want to pinch himself to check whether he was awake and it was really happening or was it just a dream, from which he would wake up only to find her gone and him all alone….as he had been before her.

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“Bruce?” Diana’s whispered hail pulled him out of the pit of self-pity he was wont to fall in, her hand at his chest, against his thumping heart telling him that it was real…..she was real…..she was his.

Her physical beauty was par none, only overshadowed, is possible at all, by her own inner beauty. She was entirely muscled, not the steroid pumped wrestler kind but the diamond sheathed in velvet kind. Instead of working against her, it only accentuated her other physical attributes. She had grown up as an athlete and a warrior, clear by the roundness of her supple thighs and calf muscles. The neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair hid her womanhood. It had been untouched by man…until him. He had been her first and if he did not manage to screw it up….her only.

“Diana,” was all he said before pulling her to him, their lips resuming from they had left off moments ago, their hands exploring the other’s body. Even after all this time together, they still marveled at the other, Bruce taking in every bit of perfection that the Amazonian warrior princess was, while Diana caressing and committing to memory, each scar, smudge, ridge, valley and unnaturally ‘stitch-smoothed’ patch of skin. He was a warrior in the true sense, the ones that the ancient folklore, the one before the time of Heracles told about.

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Still kissing, the usually in control Batman stopped short at the feel of her hand along his erection, instinctively jerking as she curved her fingers around it. The next thing he knew was Diana moving away from him and lowering onto her knees in front of him. Realizing what she was about to do, Bruce tried to stop her.

“Diana! You don’t….”

“Ssshhh!” Using one hand to caress the back of his thigh, Diana silenced him. “I want to.”

Resuming her caresses, she let her hand slide along the length of his shaft, firmly but gently working it, her thumb reaching up to its engorged head, that particular action eliciting a grunted moan from the Dark Knight. Bringing her free hand to the front, Diana cupped his scrotum and fondled it none too firmly, feeling the heavy testicles between her fingers.

Reaching up to kiss it, Diana let her tongue swirl around the head, sampling the precum slicking it, its tangy taste familiar to her now. For his part, all Bruce could do was let his fingers tunnel through her hair, grasping but not forcing her to do anything she did not want to or wasn’t ready to. Only his control stopped him from giving into the temptation of grabbing her head hard and forcing himself into her warm moist mouth, where he found himself going the next instant as Diana let her lips slide over and along him. Withdrawing back, she kissed the whole length, starting at the top, going down to its base and back up on the side. Returning to her starting position, Diana closed her parted lips around it, progressively taking more of him inside her, her tongue caressing and teasing the sensitive underside. The humming sound from her throat was sending gentle vibrations along his entire length and from there into the rest of his body, causing Bruce to gasp and clutch even harder at her.

Looking down at her, their eyes locked in a gaze, as he watched her perfectly sculpted cheeks fill up and go hollow as she started fellating him.

Allowing herself to get the to and fro motion going, Diana moved one hand back to his thigh, sliding it up to his hip to provide extra thrust, as well as silently urging him to do so himself. Almost instantly, the hands gripping her head started to assist her, increasing her pace as she let her lips slide further and further along the veined length, breathing in the slightly musky masculine scent, all the while relaxing her gag reflex to swallow all of him. It was a thing that she had learnt to do with practice…albeit just from one man, the one standing over her, his face contorted in a mixture of pleasure, pain and rapidly slipping control.

Soon they were moving in unison; with Diana bobbing her head in a back and forth motion and Bruce mirroring the same with the thrusting of his hips. The taste of his impending release filled Diana’s mouth, its insides filling with a mixture of precum and saliva, the same mixture coating the entire length of Bruce’s throbbing erection. The irregular grunts and the tightening of his gluteus muscles told how close he was to climaxing.

Suddenly his whole body stiffened, Bruce’s grips in her hair growing harder as he started cumming, pumping hot white ropey spurts of his prodigious release into Diana’s waiting mouth, its salty taste stronger than the precum’s. It was an acquired taste, one that Wonder Woman had acquired ever since she had come to be with the Dark Knight of Gotham. It wasn’t unpleasant….any longer. Initially, it had been a different matter. She had almost gagged the first time it had happened and thanked her stars…and her gods, that Bruce didn’t force her to do it. Usually it was she who took the initiative for it, either of her own volition or to return/mirror Bruce for orally stimulating her

Sucking off every last drop as if it were an elixir, Diana licked the shrinking member clean. It would be some time before he recovered from that, giving him enough time to return the favor.

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Pulling her up to standing position, Bruce kissed her hard, literally thrusting his tongue into her mouth as he had another part of his anatomy a minute ago. Her swollen lips still carried a hint of his taste on them.

Breaking away…too soon for Diana, he turned her around and set to do for her what she had done for him. Diana closed her eyes as both of Bruce’s hands rested on her shoulders, trapping her between the raised bed and his hard body. As his hands began to slide down her honey smooth skin, Bruce’s lips began to follow their movement, but at her back. Diana moaned as she felt his hot body slide along her back, releasing fresh currents of arousal throughout her body, her womanly center pooling in anticipation. She cried out every time Bruce licked, nipped or nibbled at her goose pimpled flesh, his hands skimming along her generous breasts, teasing her nipples between the thumb and index finger.

Freeing one hand, Bruce gently lowered Diana into a bent position over the bed. At the same time, he adopted a kneeling position behind her, his hands resting on the round curves of her ass cheeks.

Pushing her legs far apart, Bruce ran a calloused hand over her sopping folds, grinning at the deep moan his actions elicited. Traveling along the entire length on her engorged slit, the probing hand traveled up to the fuzz of ebony colored hair at her juncture, rubbing the glistening moisture into it.

Drawing back, he first let one and then a second finger part her love curtain and reach into her beckoning wetness.

“Bruce….” Diana pleaded, her own hands balling into the fabric of the bed-covers. “Please.”
“Please what Diana?” Bruce deliberately avoided using the princess moniker.

“Please Bruce,” Diana thrust against his probing digits, silently urging him to continue….faster. She almost cried out when he withdrew his fingers leaving her bereft of the filling sensation. However, the next moment she both yelped and sighed at the feel of his rough tongue replace his fingers, which in turn came around to her front to fondle her engorged clit.

This was something new for her, receiving oral sex in this position. Bruce licked along her folds, gently parting them to plunge his tongue into her warmth, tasting the liquid heat of her juices. Adopting a rhythmic pumping action, he soon had Diana turned into a shaking mass of orgasmic energy, its dam bursting as a powerful orgasm rocked her very being, drenching Bruce in a veritable flow of her sweet perfumed juices. Bruce ‘The Batman’ Wayne lapped as fast as he could, in turn prolonging her orgasm ride by generating several small ones to accompany the shattering one that rose above all rest.

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Not allowing her time to come down from her, Bruce was up in an instant, had himself positioned behind her, entered and filled her to the hilt, in one swift thrust.

“HERA!” Diana cried out, feeling the familiar sensation of his thickness filling and stretching her. She moaned a moan of sheer pleasure as Bruce drew back, pulling out almost completely before doing a repeat of the previous powerful thrust. Such was the force behind it that Diana had to firm her stance in the ground, which in turn led to the bed almost pushed out from under her.

Moving with the skill, finesse and agility of an expert martial artist, Bruce began to thrust into her, his hands at her hips holding her in place. At first his movements were gentler, steadier ones, however, with her growing arousal and response, both verbal as well as physical he too grew harder, faster, thrusting with long, powerful strokes.

“Ooohhh,” Diana murmured. “Faster.”

Heeding her plea Bruce increased his speed until he was going as fast as he could….in that particular position.

“Faster….” Diana moaned and pushed back with equal fervor, the slap of skin against skin, echoing in the cavernous cave. “Faste…wha…” Diana’s protest was lost as within a blink of an eye, Bruce withdrew, flipped her over so that they were facing each other, with Diana sitting on the waist high med-bed. Pulling her to him, he once again sheathed himself inside her, the increased leverage providing him with the added speed to more than please his Princess.

Scissoring her hands and legs around his neck and hips, Diana used her levitation and flight powers she lifted herself into her lover’s arms, their lips crushing against one and another as the lower parts of their bodies moved in the most intimate of all dances, Diana’s legs and Bruce’s hands assisting and egging the other.

Sensing the onset of a second orgasm, Diana’s inner walls clenched the welcomed intruder both firmly and lovingly, pulling him towards the fast approaching edge, both of them hitting their peak at roughly the same time, holding onto each other for dear life as their bodies shuddered from the waves of pleasures washing over them.

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Gradually their thrusts slowed down before finally stopping, a press of a button lowering the bed a manageable height for both of them to fall onto it, their limbs still intertwined with each others.

Diana was resting with her head against Bruce’s chest, still recovering from the mind-blowing lovemaking session. Turning to look up into her boyfriend’s face….specifically his lips and his eyes, she saw the satiated smile about them….the innocence that he still held within his ravaged soul.

“There,” she trailed a languid finger along his jaw. “That is why I bother with you.”

The most beautiful woman in his arms….in his life, the rest of the world temporarily forgotten, Bruce let his lips curve up in a proper smile.

“Why do you….bother with me,” he captured her hand to place a soft kiss at the inside of her palm.

“Because of one single reason….” Diana moved up until she was face to face with her knight, the rest of her body in perfect alignment with his.

“….Because I love you.”

FIN


Note: Don’t know about the whole cave-naming thing. Most probably wrong.

This particular interlude takes place few months before my ‘Symmetry’ fic. As for which side this couple is from, it is clear from the characters. For more, read its parent fic.

I know that the Nightwing-Huntress thing is from the comics, but I’ve also included it in the animated verse. Nothing major, just a couple of lines as clear from the conversation in the first section/part/paragraph.

BTW…Please don’t forget to review!!