Rich Kid with Issues
Forever Young
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Part Nine: Forever Young
They held each other as the sun began to rise.
A light tap on the bedroom door indicated that Alfred (who clearly possessed some kind of near-meta butler-sense) had left something for them whenever they were inclined to retrieve it.
Bruce reluctantly untangled himself from Diana and went to the door, opening it and bringing in that day's Gotham Examiner as well as two glasses of an orange, bubbly beverage. Handing one to Diana, he sipped his own. “Mimosas. We wouldn't want to let the rest of the champagne go to waste.”
“That must be how you stay so wealthy, despite funding not one, but two space stations – a deep and abiding concern for thrift.”
“That, and a deep and abiding concern for my portfolio.” He opened the newspaper and spread it out on the bed, intending to check the stock prices. But before he got to the business section, another article caught his eye.
“It says here that a person in a long-term relationship who has sex four to five times a week looks more than ten years younger than the average person, who has sex twice a week.” He smirked, “Sounds good to me. You do want me to stay young, don't you?”
She sighed, dramatically, “I suppose it would be worth the sacrifice. But I'm not sure where we'd make time to fit it in.”
“You haven't had any trouble fitting it in so far.”
Diana huffed in exasperation, “Men! Is that all you think about?”
He ignored her and continued, musing. “I could reprogram our communicators, but Clark might get suspicious – eventually – if we both keep getting alerts during League meetings.”
She grinned, but something in his previous words had attracted her attention. “Did you say ‘long-term relationship’?”
“I did.”
“Is that what you want?” she returned, trying to keep her voice neutral.
“Is that what you want?” he echoed.
“I asked you first.”
“My world –”
She chorused with him, “– my rules –”
And he finished, “– my question. Do you want to be Nemesis for more than one night?”
She pretended to think about it for a moment, but had made up her mind long before he had even asked. “Only if I can be Diana as well.”
“Deal.” He touched his glass to hers and the crystal chimed.
The End