After dealing with Harley, Diana was driving towards Wayne Manor. She wore a beautiful blue dress, which hugged her figure perfectly, showing off her curves and her perfect hourglass figure. She was happy. Finally, they were going to spend some time together after the past few busy months of endless work.
It wasn't easy for Bruce to take a break. He always tried his best to balance his hero life and personal life, yet it was hard. And Diana always respected that. But now, things changed. Darkseid was coming, and she didn't want to keep any regrets behind.
Bruce was important to her.
As Diana drove toward Wayne Manor, the city lights shimmered around her. She was excited but also a little nervous. Even though she and Bruce went through so much together, tonight felt different. It was personal, intimate, and a chance to explore a side of their relationship that their duties had long overshadowed. Tonight, no Kara, Pamela, or Selina would interrupt them. Just Bruce and Diana.
[Wayne Manor]
Bruce adjusted his cufflinks and smoothed down his tailored suit, reflecting on how unusual it felt to be nervous about something as simple as dinner. Despite having many relationships, this evening with Diana was something he had wanted for a long time. He wanted to make it perfect and cozy.
As the minutes ticked by, he found himself rehearsing conversations in his head. What should he say? How could he express everything he felt without sounding too forward or presumptive? He was used to analyzing situations, but this was different. 'She's different. Never felt this way, ever. Dinner with the future Queen, huh?! Well, it doesn't matter. She'll always be Diana to me.'
Alfred entered the room, carrying a tray with a bottle of vintage wine and two glasses. "Master Wayne," he said, placing the tray on a small table by the balcony, "might I suggest you relax? I'm sure the evening will go splendidly."
Bruce nodded, offering a small smile. "Thanks, Alfred. I guess I'm just... trying not to mess this up."
Alfred chuckled softly. "Considering what you've faced, I'm certain you can handle a dinner date. Besides, Lady Diana is quite fond of you, if I may say so."
"Do I really look that worried?" Bruce said with a little chuckle.
"If I may be so bold, sir... you look positively terrified," Alfred replied.
Bruce laughed lightly. "I must be losing my edge."
Alfred smiled at Bruce. "On the contrary, I believe you're finally allowing yourself to feel something other than duty or anger. That, in itself, takes great courage."
Bruce took a deep breath, relaxing a little. "Well, thanks for the pep talk, Alfred. I think I'm ready."
"Good luck, Master Bruce. I will be in the kitchen if you need me," Alfred said with a smile before turning to leave the room.
Bruce checked his appearance one last time in the mirror before heading downstairs to wait for Diana.
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The sound of Diana's car approaching the manor pulled Bruce from his thoughts. He quickly headed downstairs, anticipation building with each step. As he reached the entrance, Alfred had already opened the door for her.
Diana stepped inside, her blue dress perfectly complementing her graceful stature. Her eyes sparkled with warmth as she smiled at Bruce, who found himself momentarily at a loss for words. Alfred gave Bruce a nod and went to the kitchen, giving them privacy.
"You look absolutely stunning, Diana," Bruce said, finally finding his voice.
"Thank you," Diana replied softly. "And you look very dashing, Bruce."
Bruce offered his arm, which she took with a gentle touch, and led her into the dining room. The table was elegantly set, candles casting a soft glow and creating an intimate atmosphere. As they sat down, Bruce poured them each a glass of wine.
"To us," he said, raising his glass. "And to finally have this evening together."
Diana clinked her glass against his. "To us," she echoed, feeling a rush of happiness.
They both sipped their wine, enjoying the rich flavor and relaxing into comfortable conversation. They talked about their lives, work, friends, and family. They shared stories of their past, both good and bad. It felt natural, easy, like they'd known each other forever. As dinner progressed, Bruce found himself mesmerized by Diana's beauty and charisma. It's been a while since he talked to her this much without any interruption.
"So, how's the future queen of Themyscira handling her royal duties?" Bruce inquired, genuinely curious about Diana's life outside their shared missions.
Diana sighed, leaning back in her chair. "It's challenging and exhausting. There's a lot of politics involved, which isn't my favorite thing. But my mother is a great teacher, and I'm learning to balance it all." She paused, taking a sip of wine before continuing. "How about you? How are things going with the space station?"
"Just going through the final phase. You know, you can't be too careful when you build something that big. If I were to guess, maybe a month or two more and our space base will be up and running."
Diana smiled brightly. "That's wonderful news."
"Yeah, I'm quite excited myself," Bruce said with a smile. "We'll be able to keep an eye out for outer threats. Speaking of space, any changes in the motherboxes?"
"Nope. They are vibrating with the same frequency. Tell me, Bruce. Can we really win this coming war? Last time Darkseid was here, it took everyone including the Gods to drive him back. They couldn't even kill him. Do we really stand a chance against his new force?" Diana asked, her expression growing somber.
Bruce reached across the table, taking Diana's hand in his, "We got an army of Kryptonians, The Justice League, and Skylar at her full power. Guess what, we are going to kill him and destroy his entire army before he reaches Earth. Just like we stopped Zod, we'll stop Darkseid in the space. We won't let him come to Earth. Our planet will remain safe."
Diana looked at Bruce, studying his face. She could tell he was serious. "Promise me one thing, Bruce. Promise me you won't do anything dangerous. I can't lose you."
Bruce squeezed Diana's hand gently, gazing into her eyes. "Hey, you know I can't promise that, neither can you. When we are out there fighting a Godly being, can you promise me that you won't kill him even if you had a chance to sacrifice your life?" He asked, knowing Diana well enough.
She remained silent, breaking the gaze.
"See? Neither can I. But what I can promise you is that, Darkseid won't win this time either and he definitely won't be going back alive. Anyway, enough about that gloomy talk. Let's enjoy the night without talking about anything related to our jobs," Bruce said, pouring another glass of wine for Diana.
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After dinner, Bruce suggested a walk through the manor's gardens. The evening air was crisp, and the stars shone brightly overhead. As they strolled along the well-manicured paths, Diana noticed Selina's pet cats looking at her from the tree house.
"Selina's cats sure love you," Bruce said with a chuckle.
"You have no idea. That grey one over there follows me everywhere and there's a white one... I don't see her," Diana said, looking around for the white cat.
"She probably went inside after eating some treats," Bruce replied with a chuckle.
Diana smiled. "They seem so happy here."
Bruce nodded. "Yeah. But the furry creatures aren't the only ones who are happy."
She glanced over at him. "What do you mean?"
Bruce stopped walking, turning to face Diana. "I'm happy. Here. With you. I know things between us have been complicated lately, but tonight has been perfect. I really care about you, Diana. I want you to know that."
Diana stepped closer, resting her hands on his chest. "I care about you too, Bruce. More than you realize."
Bruce placed his hand over Diana's, holding it against his heart. "Will you stay the night? I don't want this evening to end."
She smiled softly. "Neither do I."
Bruce leaned down, capturing Diana's lips in a tender kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck, returning the kiss with equal passion. As they stood beneath the moonlight, they knew that whatever challenges awaited them, they would face them together.
'Finally,' Bruce thought as he deepened the kiss.
'Together,' Diana thought, reveling in the sensation of Bruce's body pressed against hers.
Their worries faded away, replaced by a sense of peace and contentment that filled their hearts with hope.