Epilogue

Wayne Manor; May 19th, 18:02 EST

Finishing my run through the woods, I find myself wandering to that grassy cliff that overlooks the water. It's always been my favorite spot to sit and think because it reminds me of Themyscira in a way, but I haven't been back here since Bruce asked me to move into the manor with him that day over seven months ago.

What had once been a place of peace and solace had somehow become a place of reminders of who I was before my abduction and the woman I feared that I'd never be again. I had avoided this place for months, but now I feel a draw to it once more.

I settle down into the grass, crossing my legs as I gaze out over the water. I lightly run the palm of my hand over the tops of the blades of grass, the sound of the crashing waves below a soothing backdrop that I didn't realize just how much I'd missed until this moment.

I close my eyes as I draw a deep breath, pulling my legs up to my chest before wrapping my arms around my knees. I suddenly feel so very small among my surroundings, but there is a sense of peace in my soul that had been missing for far too long.

I'm know that I'll never be the same Diana that was before I was taken, and I realize now that that's okay. I've come to accept it. I don't have to be the same me again and, truth be told, I don't want to be. Something very traumatic happened to me, changing me in ways that I never could have dreamed and yet I know deep down that I'm a stronger woman for it.

I've learned so many things about myself over the last seven months, things that I never would've learned had I not gone through those five days of horror. While I wouldn't have chosen such an event to happen to me, I'm learning to deal with it and accept the changes.

Although it's been a very difficult, rocky road, it has drawn Bruce and I unbelievably closer than we ever have been before. Since opening myself up to him, I've discovered a kindred spirit that knows and understands the brokenness that I've been struggling to deal with. I've discovered an even deeper love for him and I know he will forever be a part of me.

We've made love countless times since that first night we gave ourselves to each other, each time seeming better than the last. I smile to myself as I think about that fierce passion we share, my cheeks growing warm as I recount his kisses and that incredible intimacy that we share. I've never felt closer to anyone in my entire life than I do with him. It's as if we've managed to reach each other on an even deeper level, binding us as one.

"You're blushing, princess," a familiar baritone voice utters, causing a shiver to race up my spine. "Care to tell me what you're thinking about it…or who?"

I dip my head in embarrassment as Bruce settles down to sit in the grass beside me with a knowing smirk dancing on his lips and pure mischief in his azure eyes. I bite at my bottom lip as I raise my head to look at him, feeling the warmth on my cheeks grower hotter.

"A handsome man that I sort of know," I coyly respond, my lips curving slightly.

His eyes instantly narrow, jealousy flaring and replacing the playfulness that had just been there. "And which man would that be?"

"Wouldn't you like to know," I tease.

"Yes, in fact, I would," he states as he leans closer to me in an attempt to intimidate me. "I don't like competition, princess...especially not with the woman that I love, and I definitely don't share."

"Hmmm…well, what if I told you that it was you?"

A crooked smile forms on his face as his lips hover dangerously close to mine. "Then, I have to ask what exactly you were thinking about me that made you blush like that?" he huskily asks.

My gaze drops to his mouth as I feel my breath catch in my throat. "Maybe I should just show you instead," I murmur, my lips capturing his in a heated kiss.

His fingers slip into my hair to rest against the back of my head as we continue to kiss until the need to breathe becomes to hard to ignore. We retreat only for him to kiss me again, unwilling to stop any time soon. I begin to move, shifting my position to straddle his lap. I push him back in the grass as we continue to exchange passionate kisses, tongues exploring and hands hungrily roaming.

I draw back to stare into his azure eyes, his fingers threading through my hair again to hold it back out of my face. "I'm so glad to see you out here again," he confesses. "I know how much this spot means to you."

I smile softly at him, lightly pressing my lips to his. "I've missed it," I admit. "I'm glad you're home. I have something I want to talk about with you, but first I have to find out how your meeting went."

Bruce sits up, but doesn't relinquish his hold on me, keeping me firmly situated on his lap as his hands move to circle my waist. I can tell by the bright gleam in his eyes that he has good news. "It's ours," he tells me.

"Really?" I cry in response, tears instantly pricking my eyes. "It's really ours?"

"It's really yours to do with whatever you want," he confirms.

I cradle his face in my hands, kissing him senseless before placing kisses all over his face. "I can't believe it," I whisper, having difficulty finding the words or my voice in that moment. "I was beginning to think it wouldn't happen."

"I told you I would make it work," he reminds me with a cocky grin, his breathing a little exerted. "You do remember who I am, right? Don't tell me you doubted me."

"No…no, it's just…I didn't want to get my hopes up," I try to explain, doing my best to keep the tears at bay but one escapes.

"Well, the Grand Spire Hotel is all yours now, princess," he confirms. "You can begin renovating it whenever you're ready."

"No, no, Bruce…it's ours," I insist. "I want this project to be yours and mine. We're a team, remember? We share in everything."

His smile intensifies even more if that's possible, his eyes shining brightly with such love. "Do you know yet what you're going to name your new foundation?"

"I'm thinking of calling it Willow's House," I reveal, hoping that he'll appreciate the name that I've chosen. "I only feel it's fitting since she lost her life at such a young age at the hands of those monsters. Besides, it's what she wanted to do with her life after graduating from college. I feel like I can help her do that in a way now."

"I think it's absolutely perfect, princess," he tells me.

My hands caress his face, my lips soon following suit. His hands splay against my back, holding me firmly against him which is more than fine with me. I never want to let this man go, never want to go a single day without him being a part of it in some way, shape, or form.

I press my forehead against his in an effort to regain some measure of control. I want him so desperately right now, but this is not the place as tempting as it may seem. "Bruce, I can't begin to thank you enough for—"

"Shhh…you never have to thank me," he replies, his lips grazing mine. "I'm just so happy and honored that you're allowing me to be a part of your project to help provide a safe haven for abused women. I think some of the girls we rescued would love to be a part of it too."

"Do you think we'll ever find the rest of the missing girls?" I softly ask, almost afraid of the answer.

He releases a heavy sigh, his expression conveying his thoughts before words are ever uttered. "I don't know, Diana, but I do know that we won't stop looking for them," he truthfully replies. "I won't give up until I've brought all of them home."

My lips find his in a reassuring kiss, one filled with comfort and gratitude for this stubborn, amazing man and his iron will that is stronger than all the evil in the world. I know that if anyone can find these still missing girls it will most definitely be him…and I know with all my heart that I'll be with him every step of the way.

Now that they have Scott St. James, Trevor and Connor Mills, and Ian Callahan safely behind bars, the sex slave ring has effectively been shut down. Officer Charlie Sullivan was arrested as well for his part. It didn't take long for Charlie to implicate a couple of other Gotham Police officers who had also helped to fake Callahan's death in jail and his subsequent escape.

It was over. It was truly over.

"I have some more news for you," Bruce reveals.

"What is it?" I ask as I cradle his face in my hands.

"There isn't going to be a trial for Declan MacCaffrey," he informs me.

A tremor of panic lances through me, worried that he is going to go free on some stupid technicality. He tightens his hold on my waist, his nose coming to rest against my cheek in reassurance. "St. James turned state's evidence against his uncle," he continues. "He told Trask everything including details of your kidnapping and torture. You won't have to testify now."

"Thank you," I whisper, my eyes falling closed in relief.

While I was more than prepared to do everything in my power to put that monster away, I didn't relish the thought of being the center of a media frenzy at the trial or drawing even more attention to Bruce. He's been through enough over the last seven months and the last thing I want is to risk exposing our secret identities.

"I promise that Willow's House won't get in the way of my job at Wayne Enterprises," I reassure him.

"You don't have to continue working at Wayne Enterprises," he tells me, taking my hand in his. "You have done an incredible job of straightening out the charities department. I want you to be able to focus on this project without having to divide your time."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm positive," he confirms. "Between Willow's House and the Justice League and planning a wedding, you're going to be—"

"Wait…what?" I whisper, my bottom lip trembling as I gaze into his eyes.

His lips curl into a grin as he pulls a small velvet box from his pants pocket. He opens it up for me to see what's inside, my heart leaping into my throat as my eyes fall on the large diamond engagement ring. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you," he tells me as he takes the ring from the box. "Will you do me the honor of being my wife, Diana?"

I can feel the tears as they slip down my cheeks, finding it more than difficult to draw a breath. "Yes…yes, Bruce," I respond as he takes my left hand in his and slips the ring on my finger.

"I love you, princess," he tells me, kissing me. "I don't want to go another day without knowing that you'll always be mine."

"I love you too," I murmur, kissing him as I push him back into the grass again.

I pull back enough to look into his eyes, hoping that what I'm about to tell him will make him as happy as he has made me. "How would you like to welcome a baby into our home in about nine months?"

Bruce stares up at me in shock, his eyes suddenly rimmed red with unshed tears. "You're pregnant?" he asks, pausing to draw a shaky breath.

I bite at my bottom lip, nodding my head in affirmation. "Aphrodite visited me in a dream last night," I reveal. "She felt that we deserved a chance at having a baby of our own after everything we've been through. Our daughter will be—"

"Daughter?" he whispers.

"We're having a girl," I confirm with a grin.

"I can't believe it," he murmurs, pulling me down onto him and kissing me with a renewed sense of passion.

He rolls us over in the grass, his muscular body settling over mine. He abruptly breaks the kiss, gazing down at me with such an intense longing that it nearly steals my breath. "I would love nothing more than to take you right here, but I was instructed by a very anxious Alfred to immediately bring you inside for dinner to celebrate our engagement. I don't think we'd want him wandering out here to find us in a compromising position. Besides, I think we have to tell him we're having a baby girl."

He gets to his feet, offering me his hand. I take it, getting it up onto my feet as well. I pull him into an embrace as our lips meet once more. "We certainly wouldn't want Alfred stumbling upon something sordid like that," I agree as we walk hand-in-hand towards the manor. "However, after dinner you are all mine, Mister Wayne."

"I can hardly wait," he practically growls as we enter the kitchen.

"I take it she said yes?" Alfred asked, his face practically beaming with excitement.

"She did," Bruce confirms, showing him my hand with the engagement ring adorning it.

"Marvelous," Alfred replies. "Then, I guess we can have our celebratory dinner I planned."

Releasing Bruce's hand, I make my way to Alfred, enveloping him in a warm embrace. "Thank you for everything, Alfred," I whisper in his ear. "I think you'll make a wonderful grandfather."

I feel him stiffen in my arms, forcing me to pull back to make sure he's all right. "Grandfather?" he mutters in stunned disbelief. "Are you…?"

"Bruce and I are having a baby girl," I confirm, noticing the tears that instantly fill his eyes.

He returns my embrace, holding me close. "I would be honored, my dear," he replies.

"I hope you will walk with me down the aisle at our wedding."

The tears brimming in his eyes escape and I know that I have touched his heart with my request. "I would love nothing more, Miss Diana."

I nod my head as I release him, turning my attention back to my future husband and father of our daughter. He captures my hand in his, his thumb caressing the back of it and I know with every fiber of my being that this is where I am supposed to be.

All the roads in my life, every single twist and turn has led me here. While some of those twists and turns have been painful at times, they brought me here to him and I wouldn't change a single thing. To change any of it might alter what I have now, what I share with Bruce…and that is unimaginable and unacceptable to me.

I am an Amazon, a warrior, the Champion of the Gods, Wonder Woman, and now I have the privilege of adding wife and mother to those coveted titles.

And I get to do it all with the man that I love more than my own life.

THE END (?)

Okay, I know said I wouldn't be continuing this fic, but there is a chance that I will do a sequel to this with Bruce and Diana searching for the still missing girls. I personally think that would make for a pretty amazing fic. Thoughts?

UP NEXT: I'll be updating Family Ties this weekend. I'm also working on my next Wonderbat fic titled Deadly Intentions. Diana has a secret admirer that turns out to be a deadly stalker. Will Bruce and Diana be able to figure out who it is before it's too late? This is pre-BMWW and is definitely not your every day, run-of-the-mill stalker fic. You will be most surprised by how this one is going to turn out! :)