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The soft rising and falling of his son's chest was something the infamous Batman used to calm himself down after a rough night purging the streets of Gotham. It was something that he had missed greatly whilst Thomas had been on Themyscira visiting his grandmother for the first time. So standing over his crib now was a moment he would cherish.

"Master Bruce, I trust patrol went well?" Alfred asked from the doorway,

"It was quiet by Gotham standards. Has he slept through?" Bruce asked delicately reaching out to stroke his son's porcelain cheek.

"Soundly. Luckily he does not have your sleeping habits."

"I'm sure Diana would not have been best pleased."

"Certainly not Master." Alfred smiled, "Speaking of the Princess, she called earlier."

"How many times?" Bruce asked raising an eyebrow, a smile playing on his lips.

"Ten. Each time she just wanted to hear him breathing." Alfred explained, Bruce smiled, never taking his eyes off of his son.

"Your mother loves you very much," he whispered to Thomas, who stirred slightly in his sleep causing Bruce to retract his touch gently.

"Master Bruce, I cleared your schedule for tomorrow as requested and collected the ingredients you needed. But I must tell you, I do not feel comfortable having you in my kitchen." Alfred complained as they left the toddlers room, Bruce gently shutting the door behind them.

"Trust me Alfred, I know what I'm doing." Bruce smirked before disappearing into the master bedroom.

"I hope you do Master Bruce. I hope you do" The wise man muttered under his breath.

"Diana! Will you pack it in!" Donna yelled. For the last 20 minutes she had watched her sister pace up and down the living room; it was driving Donna crazy. Her outburst had only caused her sister though, to pause for a brief moment for she continued her movement.

"How do you think Thomas is doing?" Diana asked as she tapped her hands together, trying to calm her anxiety.

"Diana, he is absolutely perfect. He is with Bruce, the world's most paranoid man,"

"Do you think? I mean he has lots of enem..."

"Diana stop!" Donna exclaimed standing up from her position of the couch to physically restrain her sister. "Thomas will be the same little boy tonight as he was yesterday not so much as a hair will be out of place, okay?" Diana swallowed and nodded.

"Do you think I should call? You know how grumpy he gets in the mornings," Diana asked reaching for her phone in her pocket only to have Donna's hands grab her own.

"No, Bruce is his father, he knows what he is doing." Donna answered, "Now come on lets go get you something new to wear tonight that will wow Mr. Dark and Mysterious."

"I really don't think that's necessary, I've got plenty of dresses,"

"For once Di listen to me. We are going to go for a little retail therapy to show Bruce what he is fighting for and to keep you occupied before I have to explain to downstairs why there is a hole is their roof," Donna smiled pulling Diana over to the table to allow them to grab their purses and jackets.

Just like yesterday snow was lightly falling in The Big Apple. Stepping out of the cold into its exclusive stores therefore, was a welcome feeling for the Amazon sisters. Donna wasted no time in flicking rack by rack for something.

"So we want something practical, not too long not too short. Something that leaves enough to the imagination..." Donna muttered to herself leaving Diana to glance around absent mindedly her mind instantly straying back to her son and his welfare. She couldn't wait to hold him again and make sure he was safe. But she knew she had done the right thing yesterday by letting Bruce take his son home. Diana could not imagine being in his position- how he had managed to cope with two weeks and four days away from their ray of sunshine? Diana probably suspected that most of that time had been spent immersed in work and Gotham while secretly counting down the days.

"Diana how about this one?" Donna called pulling a grey silk number and her sister from her thoughts. Diana shook her head, grey was not her colour. Donna put it back and continued moving through the racks.

Hours later Donna walked through the streets of New York a happy girl. In her hand she carried her sisters Valentino dress. 'Boy was Bruce going to be drooling tonight' she thought happily as she towed a nervous Diana behind her.

"What time is Alfred arriving?" Donna asked as they weaved they way through the crowds.

"Erm, 5 I think. Bruce will have patrol tonight."

Donna stopped dead in her tracks causing Diana to crash into her. "Did you say five? As in five o'clock as in I've got only three hours to get you ready?" she asked incredulously, Diana nodded slowly. "Oh Rhea! So much to do so little time," and Donna set off this time almost at a run.

If Alfred was to walk in and see the state of his kitchen, the poor man would have probably had a heart attack but lucky he had left for the airport in order to travel to New York to collect Diana. Meanwhile, Bruce Wayne had started preparing their evening meal. He was positive that Diana would expect them to go out for dinner or that Alfred would've cooked so this will be a nice surprise for her.

However, the problem was that Bruce was far from a culinary genius, he never cooked, ever; he had always had Alfred. Through observation he had learnt a little from Alfred but it wasn't enough to install any confidence into the billionaire. Hopefully it wouldn't taste too bad and if it did it was the thought that counts, right?

Thomas watched from his high-chair as his father darted around the kitchen preparing dinner. Before him was his own food, mashed bananas, graciously prepared by his own father. However, feeding himself had meant that more had ended up on his bib and around his mouth than actually in it.

"Thomas do you think next time you could hit your mouth?" Bruce asked flinging a towel over his shoulder as he sautéed some potatoes. The bubbly ten month old jumped in his seat smiling, the rocking sent food onto the floor around him. "How about when Mommy gets here we'll show her your new trick eh?" Bruce smiled coming over to wipe up the mess that had been made.

Thomas held up his arms to Bruce, "We all done here?" a smiling grunt was his response as he lifted Thomas out of the chair. Quickly making sure that nothing was going to explode, he went to settle his son in the family room with his toys.

"Tim? Can you come watch your brother?" Bruce yelled from the main hallway. Tim yelled a mumbled response before his bedroom door opened and he walked towards the grand staircase.

However, Tim could not help but stop and stare at the strange man who sounded like his father but did not look like him. If anyone was to ever tell Tim that there would be a day when Bruce Wayne would be in an apron, holding a baby with a towel over his shoulder, looking domesticated the young master would have just laughed in their face and told them that it would take the world ending for Bruce even to consider it. But seeing Bruce waiting for him, holding a squirming Thomas, he didn't know why but the whole scene just felt comfortable...like it was meant to be. Nevertheless, Tim couldn't help but snigger at the thought of telling Dick.

"Bruce what are you doing?" Tim asked as he accepted his brother into his grip,

"What does it look like...fighting," Bruce replied sharply before returning back to the kitchen,

"Yeah sure, if that's what you want to call it," Tim whispered, "I'm sure Dick would call it something else."

"Do you really think he's going to like it?" Diana asked looking over herself in the mirror, smoothing out the imaginary creases.

"I would question his masculinity if he didn't Di. You look amazing!"

"Thank-you." Diana replied smiling as she took a deep breath to calm her nerves, "Is Alfred here?"

"Of course. He is waiting downstairs," Donna replied handing her sister her purse. "Do you want this to work?"

Diana paused hand on the door handle and glanced over her shoulder at the sister and winked before walking out to meet Alfred, leaving Donna with a smile across her face.

It took just over an hour to get back to the mansion from New York. An hour that Diana spent trying to figure out how the night would pan out. The whole Selina incident was something Diana had impressively gotten over, nothing had happened and that was enough for her. No, the reason that she and Bruce were not back to playing 'Happy Families' was that she wanted more. She wanted for them to be a family, for the League and Gotham to be a less dominate force and for them to be constantly surprising each other.

"Master Bruce isn't quite ready yet. I believe that Masters Tim and Thomas are in the living room."

"Thank-you Alfred." Diana nodded glancing at the entrance to the kitchen before making her way from the hallway to find her boys.

She watched as Tim played cars with her 10 month old. Diana felt her heart warm at the sight, Tim had become a totally different boy since Thomas had been born. He had been drawn out from his shell, taking in his stride the responsibility Diana had placed upon him and she felt it had given him the confidence to confront Bruce about the way he felt and consequently led to him being allowed on patrol, of course Bruce had drawn up a list of rules, but it was progress none the less.

It was Thomas who noticed her first and tried to get himself to his feet.

"Oh hey Diana. Wow Bruce is going to be speechless," Tim replied looking at Diana absolutely mesmerized.

"Thank-you Tim," Diana replied blushing as she came to sit on the couch , "How have you been? School been alright?"

"I've missed you, life around here isn't as much fun when you're gone." Tim replied coming to sit next to Diana, who in turn wrapped an arm around her surrogate son pulling him into a hug.

"I missed you too. I promise next time I'm visiting home you can come. It'll give you chance to practice your Latin," Diana replied,

"Really?" Tim asked his eyes lightening up with excitement, "How are we going to persuade Bruce or more so your mother to let me join you?"

"Leave that to me alright?" Diana winked, placing a kiss on Tim's cheek. "Thomas Wayne, what are you doing?"

The little boy who was pulling himself to his feet using the coffee table, looked over his shoulder and gurgled at his mother. As soon as he was stable on his feet, he let go of the table, pausing for a minute as he started to wobble. Diana saw what her son was trying to do and slide off of the couch to crouch on the floor, holding her arms out in front of her.

"What has your father been teaching you?" She asked trying to encourage Thomas. "Are you going to show Mommy what a clever boy you are?"

Shakily Thomas placed one tiny socked foot in front of the other, smiling up at Diana at his achievement. He wobbled for a few seconds before moving the other foot in the same manner. The Amazon Princess could feel the tears prick at the back of her eyes as he son slowly closed the small distance between them. These were definitely not his first steps but for her they were and she could not feel prouder as he fell into her arms. Standing up, toddler hugged tightly to her chest Diana whispered in to Thomas' ear. It was Alfred who unfortunately had to break the scene.

"Miss Diana, your presence is required in the dinning room," he announced. Diana placed Thomas back on the ground crouching beside him to pass him a car.

"Be a good boy and play quietly for Tim, okay?" she whispered, softly kissing his head before she got up. "Wish me luck," she said to Tim who showed her his crossed fingers as she left.

Bruce watched from the entrance to the kitchen as Diana walked into the dinning room from the hallway. He saw her beautiful face showed true confusion at the scene that greeted her. Alfred was right, Diana looked every part a goddess. She wore a satin turquoise dress that flowed around her knees whilst making her eyes sparkle. It accentuated all her curves and allowed for his mind to wander...'Focus Bruce!'

As he had expected Diana had thought that his invitation for dinner meant they were going to go to a quaint little restaurant where he would've paid for the place to themselves however, from the look on her face he had truly shocked her. The candle lit dinner in the mansion was not what she had imagined.

Movement caused Diana to meet Bruce's eyes, "Bruce? What is all this?" she asked confusedly,

"This is dinner, now take a seat while I bring it in." Bruce replied causing Diana to drop her jaw in shock and for the first time that night she saw what Bruce was wearing, not his usual dinner suit. Instead he had opted for something a little more casual, black slacks and a dress shirt with a tea towel resting on his shoulder.

"Oh Hera! You didn't cook did you?" Diana called as a smile playing on her lips as she took a seat. Her grin widen at the scowl on Bruce's face as he reappeared with their food.

"I'll have you know I can cook, I just chose not too," Bruce replied placing her food in front of her, before setting his down and taking a seat.

"More like can't." Diana said before taking a bite... "Alright I take it back, you can cook...but only this,"

"Its good then?"

"Its delicious Bruce, thank-you,"

"As good as Alfred?"

"That's pushing it a bit. No-one is as good as dear Alfred," Diana giggled as Bruce faked his dejection.

"That is true." That was conversation over as they finished their dinner in silence, each stealing glances at each other, each wanting to speak but neither finding the words.

"I saw Thomas had learnt to walk...sort of," Diana said quietly the disappointment filtering through her voice.

"Oh you saw that already?" Bruce asked, she nodded, "Just couldn't wait, could he?"

"I guess he doesn't share your patience," Diana replied, "Well thank-you for dinner Bruce it was delicious," she smiled placing her napkin on the table. Bruce mimicked her actions, simply watching for a sign to show him this was the right plan of action. That she saw he was fighting.

The tired cries of their son filtered into the room but neither moved knowing Tim would appear with Thomas in a second. And on cue they tearful toddler appeared reaching out immediately for Diana who accepted him instantly rubbing soothing circles on his back as he rested his head on her shoulder.

"Is it bedtime my little sun?" Diana whispered nuzzling his dark hair, looking at Bruce she asked, "What time are you going on patrol?"

Bruce looked at his watch and felt disappointed that it was nearly time for patrol, "Usual time tonight Princess. There is a drugs ring which has caught my attention," She nodded understanding and admiring his commitment though slightly annoyed that their time together was going to end.

"Are you staying tonight Princess?" it was more of a plea than a statement,

"Be safe Bruce," Diana replied evading the question, preferring to leave him in suspense. Bruce nodded slowly, swallowing the lump that had formed in his throat. 'Was he not doing enough?' 'Had his plan failed?'

He came round the table, causing her to stand up. Placing both hands around her arms he stared in her eyes as his bore into hers. Seeming to have found his answer he kissed Thomas' head before kissing Diana with all the passion he could muster. A moan escaped the Amazon's lips as Bruce pulled away.

"That's cheating," Diana complained faking annoyance,

"No. Its called bending the rules," he replied "Besides, it wasn't like you didn't enjoy it,"

Diana blushed, "Just go," she said giving Bruce a gently shove towards the Grandfather clock, a smile playing on her lips. "Love you!" she called, Bruce halted at the entrance to the cave

"I love you too, Princess."

And it was at that moment, they both knew that they were nearing the end of the road of recovery. The knocks they had taken in the last few months were now just faded bruises, today was the start of a new beginning.

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