Just in time for the release of Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice. I deleted this story a while back as I cleaning up my profile. I've brought it back and figured the time was right for a re-release. Some minor additions to a later chapter that I figured might spice it up just a tad. Might be more surprises on the way as a way to make up for deleting this story the first time. You never know.

Chapter One: A Few Days Ago…

One week ago…

Wayne Manor

9:21pm

Frustration had finally set in. Diana had not had a chance to spend quality alone time with her husband Bruce in a long while. It felt like eons ago that she had a chance to spend any alone time with him. Given how busy he had been dealing with the Scarecrow on the loose again.

Bruce had spent the better part of a week dealing with two of his most notorious members of his rogue's gallery. Scarecrow - once again - was trying to instill fear into Gotham with his toxin. Scarecrow tried before and Bruce almost paid with his life, but failure doesn't deter Jonathan Crane from always making an effort to sink Gotham. She thanked the gods that Bruce didn't have to give up his own blood to stop the deranged man. And he was able to stop the spread of his fear toxin.

After all that was done, Bruce had told her he'd make it up to her and take a night off and take her out to dinner or maybe somewhere far from the city for the weekend. However, Justice League responsibilities cropped up and they were heavily involved with those matters. League matters took up their time and they only saw each in the morning and at night when going to bed.

Once those matters had been taken care of, they finally had some downtime, but it seemed like they just couldn't find time to spend. Diana started to wonder if the Gods were preventing them from being together, but dismissed those thoughts when Alfred told her that these things happen during marriage and referenced Thomas and Martha Wayne. The butler explained that their busy schedules kept them from being together when they wanted, but somehow the fates made sure to bring them together. He spoke of how they often had more time to spend than they knew what to do with.

Diana took Alfred's words to heart and reminded herself that everything would work out in the end. No matter how long it would take. Though she wasn't sure how long she'd be able to go without that certain level of intimacy that came with marriage and love.

And so it was that Diana found herself entering the master bedroom of Wayne Manor, quietly shutting the door, she walked over to the massive window and opened it to let fresh air inside. Wearing a simple crème polo shirt, with designer jeans, she sat on the bed and slipped off her tennis shoes and ankle socks.

Diana sighed with delight as she wiggled her toes, getting up she placed her shoes inside the large closet that she and Bruce shared. Placing her shoes on the shoe rack, alongside her other pairs of shoes that was a large number near triple digits. Bruce often ask of how and why a woman would need so many pairs of shoes. Diana explained - as did Alfred - that it was something a woman just does there was no real explanation. Bruce decided to let it be and rarely brought it up again.

Walking out of the closest her socks up and tossed them into the small basket close to the door. Alfred usually took care of emptying the dirty clothes, but Diana would take the time to bring it to the laundry room herself.

Slipping her crème polo off her head and exposing her white lace strapless bra, she couldn't wait to strip and take a nice long shower. If only Bruce wasn't late from his duties assisting Cyborg, Aquaman and his wife Myra in dealing with the Royal Flush Gang.

She missed those long showers that they shared. It didn't always lead to sex, but it intimate and special all the same.

Sighing loudly, she continued to strip and hoped to stay awake long enough to be talk with him and figure when they could finally spend time together. Not as Batman and Wonder Woman, but as Bruce and Diana.

An hour and a half later…

10:57pm

Batman had returned in the Batwing, gliding into the cave and over the water, he slowly lowered the massive black plane over the water. After doing a final check of all systems, he removed the straps that held him in place and opened the cover. Dropping down onto the platform adjacent to where he was, the plane front turned upward and latched onto the connectors that held it in place.

Climbing up the stairs and into the elevator to his right, Batman reached to the central hub of the Batcave and sped towards the main console. Issuing voice commands he did a check-in and updated his logs before making a final and thorough sweep of Gotham. Much to his relief, criminal activity was quiet.

Slipping the cowl off his head, Bruce finished imputing information before placing the computer in sleep mode. Looking around he had deduced that Diana had went to bed instead of waiting for him as was her routine. However, the stress of the last few weeks obviously had been exhausting and taken its toll on both of them. The few times they had to spend together were short and ended too abruptly.

Heading to the armory, he removed the cape and cowl and walked inside preparing to take a quick shower in the training area, so as not to wake Diana. As he stripped, he felt a sense of guilt at his lack of responsibility in his marriage. He knew it was difficult at times and there were many instances where he felt lost and wondered if he had deserved to be with Diana. But through her patience, wisdom, stubbornness and love, she helped him through those difficulties.

Smiling softly, he looked at his now bare, yet scarred upper torso through the glass that held his first makeshift Batsuit and wondered what he could do to make it up to her. He made a promise to himself to find a way to make her happy and, which in turn, would lead to his own happiness.

Several minutes later, hair still damp and clad in a black t-shirt, gray sweats and barefoot, he climbed the stairs to the library entrance. The massive house he lived in for most of his entire life was dark, except for the moonlight shining through. For Bruce, he had been accustomed to moving through darkness and his five senses were quick to adapt. Walking through the house and reaching the kitchen, the automatic lights turned on and he walked towards the cabinets and procured a large glass. Filling it from the tap, he gulped down the liquid and carefully washed the glass out and placed it on the drying rack.

Traveling through the halls, he reached the center staircase and made the trek to the master bedroom. The darkness and near silent mood did not disturb or bother him in the slightest, he was used to it and often felt at ease in this atmosphere.

Reaching the third floor and towards where the bedroom, he approached and quietly opened the door. He slowly walked in and paused at the image he saw in front of him which was something out of a portrait in a gallery and of absolute perfection. No painter or sculptor could create something as beautiful as he bared witness to. Closing the door, he slowly approached their bed.

Bruce saw Diana lying on the left side of the bed. She was naked and lying on her stomach, her raven hair was on one side of her head and he could see her beautiful face uncovered. He saw her left arm resting above her head and on the pillow, he couldn't help but smile at her right arm outstretched and her hand placed on his side of the bed. Her hand gently gripped the empty space as if he was there lying with her.

Diana's legs were spread slightly, her left was straight and her right was in an L-shape, he stared at the curves of her bare body and the look of her breasts as they were pressed gently against the mattress.

The moonlight shined on her skin and made it look pearlescent, her raven hair gave out a shine that made it look like a black diamond. As he slowly stripped, he stared at her lovely face and how at peace she looked, her gentle breathing as she slept was intoxicating. Bruce felt at peace just looking at her and felt that he could watch her like this forever. He had seen this image before, but never as exquisite as this. He knew this would be ingrained in his mind for a long while.

Naked himself, he slowly and carefully climbed onto the bed. But a part of him knew she was awake.

Upon feeling movement, Diana slowly opened her eyes and stared up at her husband. Smiling softly, she noticed how the moonlight made his deep blue eyes shine even brighter, almost like the sea itself.

"Hello love." Diana said softly and with deep affection. She lifted herself off the bed and moved her outstretched right hand to her side, exposing her breasts, toned yet smooth stomach and the bare skin beneath her waist.

"Hello my beautiful Princess." Bruce replied with the same soft smile. He lied down on the bed and rested on his side. He reached out and gently stroked her hair. She gently gripped his hand and kissed it.

Shuffling so he could lie in the middle, he felt Diana crawl on top and press herself against him. He felt her erect nipples, the pebbled areola, and her firm breasts against his muscled chest. Spreading his legs so she could rest hers in-between, he felt her right leg move outside and gently wrap around his left.

Smiling at her love. Diana stroked the side of his forehead gently, while holding his left hand with her right. She felt his always gentle stroking of her side with his other hand.

"I stayed awake waiting for you." Diana murmured.

"I know." Bruce whispered back.

"Did everything end well with the Royal Flush Gang?" Diana asked.

"It did." Bruce replied. "Arthur and Myra send their regards."

"That's nice." Diana said, she continued to run her fingers across his forehead and over the cheekbone and over the smoothness of his chin.

She gave Bruce a soft kiss on the lips. Pulling away, she stared into his eyes, and wondered how long this moment would last.

"Something wrong?" Bruce asked her.

Looking away for a moment, Diana hesitated to responded, worried she would ruin their precious bonding they were having.

"Diana." Bruce spoke up again and turned her head so she could face him. "What's wrong?"

Letting out a deep breath, she spoke. "It's just that I'm worried we won't have time to spend after this. We're always so busy." She knew she sounded like she was complaining, but this was the price they paid being who they were and what they did.

Bruce looked at her with a soft expression and nodded his head. "I know."

Diana continued. "I just wish we could find time to be alone, just be Bruce and Diana. No Batman. No cowl. No Wonder Woman. No lasso or tiara. Just us." She couldn't hold back the hurt in her voice while she squeezed Bruce's left hand with her right gently and possessively. The chance to make love with him was something she desired for quite sometime, but she wanted to build towards that. She just wasn't sure how they would.

Bruce gave a genuine smile and pressed her against him even more. He loved Diana deeply and hated seeing how hurt she was. He hadn't had the chance to express how he felt about her in a physical sense for sometime and it ate at him somewhat. Bruce knew it was time to fix that.

"We should a have date night then." Bruce said still smiling, but it had grown wider.

Diana's eyes went slightly wide with surprise and she pulled back a little looking at him. "Date night?"

"Yes." Bruce replied, adjusting himself so his shoulders rested against the pillows and the back of his head against the headboard. "Just us, no costumes, suits, gadgets, magic. Just you and me. We'll do whatever you want."

Diana's mouth went slightly agape, she was speechless, but at the same time happy, she just had no idea how to express it.

"What do you think?" Bruce asked. "It's Sunday, so how about this Thursday? It's a holiday weekend after all."

Diana blinked a few times before a huge grin appeared. "A date night?"

"I believe that's what I said." Bruce replied, somewhat bemused by her response and her grin.

"Date night." Diana whispered looking down at his bare chest. "Anything?"

"Yeah."

Diana ran through what they could do. She knew how she wanted it to end, with sex, unbelievable sex. But she wanted to build it up. But she also wanted to have fun and do silly things.

"Princess?" Bruce asked, his voice filled with some concern.

Diana perked up right away. "How about dinner here?"

Bruce looked at her for a second: dinner here in the manor? Not a fancy and ridiculously expensive restaurant? Then again, Alfred was the master at cooking delicious meals. It was the best way to start things off.

"Okay. I'll let Alfred now." Bruce replied making a mental note to let Alfred know in the morning about this Thursday.

"Then we can take one your insanely expensive cars for a spin and off to see a movie." Diana pulled her right hand away and lifted to fingers. "First, dinner, than a movie in the city."

"Sounds great." Bruce told her, he just had to figure what movie would be worth seeing, though he did hear through the grapevine that some great ones had come out recently.

Diana then had the look of a small child that was going to have the greatest Christmas ever. Bruce couldn't quite pick up what she was so excited about after dinner and a movie.

"Then, we're going to get two big bowls of ice cream," She paused and snapped her fingers. "No. No. No. A big bowl of brownie sundae! With lots of chocolate and whipped cream and cherries." She waved her right arm in the air to emphasize how big the bowl would be.

Diana continued to grin like a maniac, it would almost make the Joker envious. "No! Fudge!" Bruce almost felt like he should take cover, or figure a way to get calm her down, but when it came to sweets, especially ice cream, there was no stopping her.

Ever.

"Brownie sundaes with fudge it is." Bruce told her as he tried to calculate how much work he would have to do to lose some the weight he could possibly gain from eating a 2-3 pound bowl of ice cream. Which, was Diana's preferred amount for her ice cream, though with her massive amount of toppings, it was more like 5-7 pounds for her.

"Wonderful." Diana said as she gave Bruce an appreciative squeeze. A seductive gleam filled her features and she slid so that she was top of him. He perfect figure brushing against Bruce's chiseled one.

"After, we'll need to work off those extra pounds." She purred, lightly tapping the fingers of her left hand over his heart. "I think we can help each other out in that regard."

Bruce gave her a predatory gleam and almost growled his excitement. "Sounds like a perfect ending."

They gave each other a chaste kiss before pulling apart. Diana then rested her head on his chest and sighed with delight.

"Can't wait for Thursday evening." Diana said.

"I can't either. It'll be fun." Bruce replied as he wrapped his right arm around her and held close like he always did and always will.

For the first time in awhile, things were finally going to break right for them. Alfred was right, patience was needed in marriage.

And they were finally rewarded. After almost three long weeks.

Next: The Return!