This idea has been rolling around my head for a while now, so I decided to give it a go. I'm a huge BM/WW fan who really wishes the show's writers had expanded on the pairing more during the show's run.

This is my first attempt at a Justice League fic so please bear with me if I get some details wrong or take some liberties. ;)

I hope you all like it.

Disclaimer: I don't own'em…even though I wish I did.

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Chapter 1

Ares bristled as he watched, for what would be nearly the 30th time the replay of Diana and her Justice League colleagues defeat his Annihilator suit, a suit that was supposed to be unstoppable, unbreakable and impenetrable, yet she had managed to stop it. How had she figured out the suit even had a weakness?

Hephaestus, he thought. His dear brother always did have a knack for putting in the most interesting failsafe's. The thought made Ares ponder the types of weaknesses in his other creations had in them and an idea came to him.

As he watched the men put down their weapons and the Annihilator power down, Ares pounded his fist on the chair arm, the wood splintering under his thundering hand. Too many times had the "Gods Champion" foiled his plans, that was all going to change, he would see to it.

His own father choosing a woman to favor over his own son to protect the mortals who were nothing to them but weak fodder for their amusement. No, he would see to it that their "champion" was brought down in the most painful way possible and then he would unleash the ultimate plague of violence on this world and there would be no one left to stop him.

Ares knew just the witch to help him too.

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Watchtower Commissary

He watched her from his spot in the corner of the commissary, he was supposed to be catching up on mission reports but the moment she entered the room that plan went out the nearest airlock, along with any ability to focus on the words before him.

She'd always had that effect on him, one that he could normally push aside and focus on the task at hand but lately, lately it seemed to be getting worse, she wasn't simply invading his dreams, she was invading his every waking minute.

He found himself thinking about her all the time. Her long flowing hair that even in battle almost never seemed to have a strand out of place, her perfect skin which he imagined was soft as the most perfect silk, her ample breasts which teased him from just beneath her uniform and those legs…. those legs were going to be the death of him one day, how he dreamed of what they would feel like wrapped around him as he made love to her.

Oh yeah Bruce had it in a bad way and he knew it too.

What got to him most about it was not that he desired her, he was a man after all. No, what hit Bruce with the hardest force was what he felt for the Amazon Princess went far beyond any type of lust, any type of wanton physical need, what he felt for Diana was love pure and simple.

Of course, there was nothing simple about it, she was an immortal goddess who represented purity and light while he was a mere mortal who wore a costume, blessed only by heartache and loss who dwelled in the shadows and embraced the darkness. He knew nothing could ever happen between them, his dark and brooding manner would only destroy her, and he could never live with himself if that ever happened. He didn't deserve her.

Bruce would rather love her from afar from then destroy the essence of what made Diana so beautiful and so perfect.

Diana did her best to focus on the conversation going on at her table, but it was getting harder and harder to stay engaged knowing there were a set of eyes watching her from across the commissary. She'd felt them on her the moment she entered and even with his cowl's special lenses she knew it was Bruce who was doing the watching.

It both exhilarated and unnerved her. There was so much behind Bruce's eyes; strength, courage, fear, heartache and dare she dream, love.

The more she thought about their relationship, the more confused she became. Then again, who was she kidding they didn't have a relationship. Diana didn't know what they had, all she knew was she cared deeply for Bruce and deep down she knew he cared about her too.

At first the feelings she felt for the Dark Knight were so foreign they scared her, she'd never experienced something so intense yet exciting for another person before and surely not a man. It went against her nature as an Amazon, everything she'd ever been told or engrained in her about men and Man's World told her she should hate him, see him as a lower inferior being not worthy to share even the same room as her.

Yet she found the more time she spent with him the more she respected him, his abilities as a warrior and as a man. The intense unknown scary feelings became a welcome sensation, the warm flash of arousal or the deep flutter in her belly he caused just by being the same room with him.

Her feelings for him had taken on a life of their own, especially at night. The not so pure dreams she had about the two of them in her quarters or in his bed at the manor consumed her nearly every night. They deepened her need to explore what was in her heart and soul, the last thing she wanted was to ignore them or push them aside, she wanted to embrace them. She wanted him to embrace them and her.

Looking over to where he sat in the corner, Diana was somewhat dismayed to see Bruce had his head down, buried in whatever report he was reading. She stared at him, hoping that he would look up and meet her gaze but she knew he would never give in, he had that type of resolve where he could ignore the world around him if he wanted to and that included her.

Diana was beginning to wonder if she had the resolve to continue this merry go round of emotions they were on, she wasn't so sure anymore. She began to wonder if perhaps she should move on to someone who would reciprocate her feelings? In the same breath though she wondered if she could ever really do that, if she could ever really love anyone as deeply as she loved Bruce Wayne and Batman.

She loved them both, the man and the bat.

"Diana. Earth to Diana"

"I'm sorry what did you say?" Diana asked, snapping her attention back to those around her table.

"Girl, you got it bad" Dinah joked as she leaned forward on her folded arms, her neck craning to admire the view that had captivated her friend.

"I don't know what you're talking about" The irony of Diana's chosen words was not lost to her, they'd been the same ones Bruce had said to her in Kasina when she reminded him their dance had been interrupted, she'd hadn't found them convincing then either.

The women at the table all laughed, Dinah and Shayera much more than Zatanna who'd seen firsthand the connection between Diana and Bruce when she'd been turned into a pig by Circe but who still got a kick at Diana's very weak attempt at denial.

"Don't even try and play us Diana, besides the far off look you just had on your face, you two are the talk of the Watchtower." Shayera said very matter of fact, "I've lost count of the number of pools there are for when the two of you will hook up, who cracks first and my personal favorite, when you get fed up and toss him out an airlock"

Diana blushed at having been caught staring.

"It's nothing to be ashamed of Di, dark and mysterious is always sexy" Dinah said with a wink

"I don't even know if he feels the same way"

All three women scoffed at the Amazon

"You're joking, right?" Shayera asked, her voice dripping in her usual sarcasm.

It had taken Shayera and Diana literally going into the Hell for the two of them finally move past everything that happened during the Thanagarian invasion and become friends again.

Diana would never admit it to Shayera, but she'd missed her friend a great deal. Missed her outright honesty as well we her insistence and advice when it came nearly all things related to Man's world. If it hadn't been for Shayera's pushing, she never would have left the Watchtower.

"No, he's never given me any indication he feels more than friendship and simply being a colleague."

"Oh boy" Dinah whispered, wondering exactly how her friend had missed out the oh so obvious signs the reclusive and elusive Bruce Wayne was in love with her. Granted she came from an island of all women but she could really be that clueless?

"He's warned all the male league members you are off limits" Dinah started "I mean Booster Gold knows he's not allowed within a hundred feet of you unless it's for a mission"

"He's always sure to partner up with you or stick close to you when on a mission" Zatanna quiclly added, picking up where Dinah left off.

"Haven't you notice how he always just happens to be on the Watchtower whenever you return from a mission?" Shayera added

"He does?" Diana asked

Shayera nodded

Diana tried to think back on all the times she'd seen Bruce around the tower when she returned from a mission and thinking back on it now he did always just "happen" to be around. Whether in the commissary going over reports, the hangar bay doing some mundane inventory, and he utterly loathed inventory or all the times he'd be in the transporter room when the tower had been notified her team was returning with an injury.

The realization hit Diana like a ton of bricks, but it certainly didn't prove Bruce had feelings for her beyond that of a colleague or simple friendship, did it?

"That hardly means anything, he was just looking out for a colleague"

The ladies all shared a look, true everything they had just shared would be what a colleague might do for another, but it wasn't what every colleague did, just what Batman would do and did do for only Diana.

"Yeah, sure ok" Shayera mocked, her gaze never wavering from Diana's.

Seeing as they were getting nowhere Zatanna decided to take a more direct approach, "What about what he did for you when Circe turned you into a pig?"

That got Diana's attention, she opened her mouth to refute what the magician was referring to but deep down she couldn't, nor did she really want to. It didn't matter, all the "examples" these women were telling her, she already knew. She knew Bruce cared for her, it didn't mean she wanted it broadcasted.

The real issue was getting him to accept that he did.

Far too often would Bruce allow her to get close, be emotionally available, well as much as Bruce Wayne could ever really be emotionally available to anyone, and then before Diana could fully comprehend what was happening, he would pull away, disappearing for weeks at a time without a word to anyone, except perhaps Clark, and even then, at times he wouldn't speak to him either.

Then suddenly he would show back up as if nothing happened, starting the whole process over again. The constant tug of war was beginning to weigh her, Diana wasn't sure how much longer she could go on playing this game and yet she knew in her heart she would never be able to give him up.

"What happened with Circe?" Dinah asked taking a sip of her drink

"Don't you remember, she turned Diana into a pig, Bruce and Zatanna chased Diana all over the city trying to change her back" Shayera answered, her detective gut always believing there was way more to the story than what both Batman and Zatanna had put in their reports. Not to mention how evasive Diana herself had been on the subject

"Yeah, I remember, I meant what happened between Diana and Bruce?" Dinah replied with a wink toward the Amazon, letting her know no one on the tower believed the story was as simple as what the trio had told everyone.

"Nothing happened…"

Diana started but was quickly cut off by Zatanna

"He sang" Zatanna replied proudly, before popping a grape in her mouth. She knew Bruce was going to be pissed, hell she could see Diana wasn't exactly thrilled with her either but the "game" the two of them were playing, the push and pull, the flirting then the distance, had gone on long enough.

From the day Bruce introduced her to Diana, their connection was obvious, the sexual tension electric and palpable. Zatanna hadn't missed the look of jealously on Diana's face when Bruce described how the two of them had met, how well they knew each other and that she knew Bruce's secret. Perhaps it was the way in which he spoke about them, the softer tone in his voice or his body language, whatever it was, Diana's jealously had been evident.

Zatanna knew the few women Bruce had managed to allow get close to him deeply hurt him, each cutting him deeply when they left. She could see Diana was different. Different because unlike Andrea or even Selina, Diana loved both the man and the bat equally, whereas Andrea loved Bruce Wayne or the Bruce Wayne she had been shown and Selina, well Zatanna wasn't sure what part of Bruce that woman loved more, the dangerous Batman or the broken man behind the mask?

Diana, Zatanna knew loved all of him. Both sides of the man and she figured that's probably what scared Bruce so much about his feelings for her. In the past Bruce could use the excuse that any woman in his life would never be able to know or accept the Batman and any woman who knew and loved the Batman could never know the truth about Bruce Wayne.

With Diana, Bruce didn't have any excuses other than he was afraid to open himself up to her.

"He what?!"

"Shut up!"

Shayera and Dinah's shock was written all over the faces, as was the fact that they both had about a million questions regarding their friend's bombshell.

However, neither would get the chance to ask as J'onn's voice erupted through their comms

"Diana, I need you in the monitor womb, we have a situation"

"What is it J'onn?"

"Ares"

"I'm on my way"

"Saved the by bell" Shayera joked

"Some of us have all the luck" Diana quipped as she rose from the table, grateful for the escape from being grilled by Dinah and Shayera about Bruce's singing ability, although she knew neither woman would drop the subject and she would surely be ambushed by one or both upon her return to the Watchtower. She wasn't sure which scared her more, facing down Ares or facing probing questions from her friends?

As she moved toward the exit, Diana stole one last glance at Bruce only to see he was no longer there. She scanned the commissary to see if perhaps he'd gone to get another cup of coffee, no one lived on caffeine like Bruce did but she couldn't find him.

Knowing she couldn't delay any longer, Diana scurried out of the commissary, looking back again when Dinah's muffled voice telling her they weren't finished followed her into the hallway causing her chuckle a bit. No, there was no way she was escaping an interrogation from her friends.

As Diana turned around to be on her way, she didn't see that someone was blocking her path and walked right into the chiseled form of the object of her thoughts and desires.

"Batman" she said in surprise, a rush of heat coursing through her at their closeness "J'onn contacted you?"

"He did. Apparently, Ares is raising hell in downtown Metropolis, Superman and Flash are going to meet us there" he replied, stepping aside, his hand outstretched indicating for her to move on first.

As they walked toward the monitor womb, Diana felt an uneasiness come over her. She didn't like that Bruce was going on this mission to face Ares. As capable as Bruce was, Ares was extremely powerful, and she wasn't comfortable with Bruce facing him.

Ares was a formidable foe even for her, the son of Zeus and Hera was a god who was thousands of years old, he wouldn't be brought down by flash bombs and exploding batarangs. Of course, she would never voice her concerns to Bruce, he would merely brood and growl at her that he was more than capable of handling himself, even against a god such as Ares.

"What are you thinking?" he asked as they reached the elevators and he pressed the call button

"Hmm…. oh, I'm just thinking about Ares. It's not like him to attack so publicly, he usually gets mortals to do wreak havoc for him" She lied, she wasn't about to start an argument with him about going on the mission, she would instead just make sure to keep Ares away from him as best she could.

"You think it's a trap?" he asked, as they entered the elevator, having his own concerns about this mission. Are usually manipulated both sides into conflict, sitting back and watching as they caused the destruction he craved and fed upon.

"It's possible, he wasn't exactly thrilled that Hawk, Dove and I thwarted his attempt to escalate the civil conflict in Kasina or that we figured out how to stop the Annihilator suit"

"You need to be extra careful on this one Princess"

Diana snapped her head in his direction, "I can take care of myself" she replied, her hands balling into tight fists, her anger rising at the insinuation she couldn't handle herself.

"I know you can, but you aren't indestructible, and Ares is a god"

Diana glared at him

Bruce sighed

"Just please be careful Diana" he said, his eyes locked straight ahead, his vision never wavering in her direction.

Bruce's tone had changed, gone was the brooding harshness of a moment ago, replaced with something softer laced with concerned, something more Bruce Wayne than Batman.

Diana loosened the tension in her fists as she stared at the wall in front of her, her anger melting away, replaced by the warmth and love she knew he was capable of, that she craved.

"I will, if you will" she muttered

Bruce quirked his lips, leave it to his Princess to make sure she has the last word and turn everything into a challenge. He was certain where Diana was concerned he would never win another argument again, not matter how hard he tried or how much he was right.

And to be honest, it didn't bother him in the least.

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Circe's Amphitheater

Ares crept through the dimly lit Amphitheater in search of his prey, he knew she was around somewhere, he certainly wouldn't put it past the witch to jump out and cast a spell on him before she had a chance to hear him out.

The last thing he wanted was to be turned into a goat, or worse a pig. He couldn't help but chuckle to himself, remembering exactly where he'd been when he heard what Circe had done and how irate Hera had been about it.

It sickened him how much his mother praised and prided over the Princess. She was afterall, the product of the treacherous union between Hippolyta, a mortal and his dear uncle Hades who betrayed Zeus to the Titans nearly destroying them all.

To him Diana was constant reminder of that disaster and yet, she was the Champion of the Gods. It made him sick.

"What do you want Ares?"

Ares, broken from his thoughts looked all around him as Circe's voice seemed to come every direction

"I come with a proposition my dear, one I think you will be most interested in" Ares said as he continued to peer into the dark corners of the room looking for her

"What makes you think I'd be interested in anything you have to offer?"

Circe rebuked from the shadows as she watched Ares with a cautious eye as he attempted to locate her in the darkness. The son of the God who had banished her to Tartarus for hundreds of years was the last person she wanted to enter into a partnership with, yet she knew if he was seeking her out whatever he was offering must be interesting.

Ares smiled, he knew he'd piqued her curiosity even without seeing her.

"Come now my dear, can we not have this conversation with me staring blindly into the dark? I personally like to make my offers of revenge face to face and in person"

"Revenge you say?" Circe asked, appearing before Ares in a puff of purple smoke, "Revenge on who exactly?"

"A certain Amazon Princess, who I believe you had the pleasure of running into not too long ago"

Circe's sultry demeanor quickly faded, replaced with a disgust, at who Ares was referring to. Knowing had it not been for the Batman, Diana would still be a pig.

"I'm listening" she said as she folded her arms across her chest

"Excellent." Ares started, moving to one of the tables, "I see you've been hanging out with Medusa again" he said, knocking on the stone figure forever sitting there before pulling out and occupying the chair next to it.

"She owed me a favor… so, the plan"

"It's quite simple actually, I'm going to take down the Princess, by going for her weak spot. You see my dear brother Hephaestus builds a weak spot into every armor he builds, that includes Wonder Woman's"

Circe quirked an eyebrow at him, he made it sound like taking out the God's Champion was so easy anyone could do it. Not to mention there was then of course her group of fellow do-gooders, the Justice League. She highly doubted, even without Diana they would allow Ares to just destroy the world.

"You doubt me my dear?"

"Honestly? Yes" she flatly replied, unfolding her arms to rest her hands on her hips.

She'd just gotten out of Tartarus she wasn't about to go back, alive or otherwise because Ares ego couldn't handle losing to Diana.

"Do you honestly think Hephaestus is just going to spill to you where the weakness in her armor is? Brother or no, I highly doubt he wants the wrath of Zeus brought upon him if you kill the Princess, not to mention Hera as well who everyone knows Diana is her favorite"

"Zeus won't do anything, the Gods don't interfere, not even for their champion"

Circe found that extremely hard to believe. If what she'd heard while in "hell" to be true, there is no way the gods wouldn't not interfere.

"And the Justice League? They're not going to stand by while you lay waste to world"

"Ha!" Ares mocked as he rose from his seat to stand before her, his steely blue eyes a blaze with fury while his added height left him towering over her… he was an imposing figure. "None of them, not even Superman, has what it takes to stop me. The only one who can stop me is Diana and if she's out of the way…"

Ares left the rest to Circe to put together

Crice had to admit, he had a point, without Diana the League didn't stand a chance against Ares. Only a god stood any chance of defeating another god and while she was only part diety, the part that wasn't was blessed by the strongest of the gods.

Ares plan was beginning to become harder to refuse. Not only would she have her revenge against the princess but taking her out would also make Hippolyta suffer. And she still owed Hippolyta for all the suffering she'd brought upon her.

"You seem to have all this figured out, why do you need me?"

"I need you to cast a spell on this…"

Ares waved his right hand and in a bright flash of light an ornate gold dagger appeared in the palm of his outstretched left hand.

Circe studied the weapon, unable to stop her mind from wondering how much the gold on the handle alone would fetch her on the black market, she was a thief after all, it was in her nature to wonder these things.

She reached out to touch the beautiful ornate handle, sure she'd seen it somewhere before when Ares pulled it away, "I wouldn't, it's been dipped in a deadly virus"

"Why the spell then?"

"I'm not taking any chances, I want the Princess out of the way. A spell can be lifted but this virus is one specifically created to harm the princess. It was created by the mortals as an emergency stop measure should there ever come a time they needed to bring Wonder Woman down." He said as he rolled the dagger back and forth admiring its deadliness. "I merely took it off their hands"

Circe cocked an eyebrow at him

"Not even the great detective will be able to figure out a cure in time and by the time he realizes it's been under his nose the entire time, it will already be too late" Ares replied making the dagger disappear in a flash.

Circe had to admit she was growing to like this plan more and more by the second but what was it in for her exactly? Sure, revenge would be fulfilling but that fulfillment would surely ware off and then what would she have, nothing. No, if she was going to do this there had to be something big in it for her.

"What's in it for me?"

Ares smirked. He had a feeling the witch wouldn't settle for mere revenge as her prize for participating in his plot, he knew she was much too vain, too materialistic to fully enjoy the pleasure that came with getting simple revenge on an enemy.

"What is it you want my dear?"

Circe spun on her heel, pacing around her Amphitheatre contemplating what exactly she could ask for in return from Ares. She had to make sure it was big and would last, if he was going to destroy the world asking for something whose value would diminish would be pointless.

She was drawing a blank, unable to come up with something that would bring her pleasure for a long time when her eyes spotted the microphone on the stage and a memory flashed through her mind followed by a wicked smile on her lips. She knew what it was she wanted.

Spinning back around she sauntered her way back to Ares, who by now was reclining against one her many "captive" audience members, a confident, yet evil sly smile adorning his face.

"I know what I want"

"Yes?"

"I want the Batman"

Ares arched his brow, unable at first to fathom why the mortal would be of any interest to her, but then it hit him, and he couldn't help but enjoy the irony of it. He wondered if she realized it as well or if her request was merely a physical one.

"Is that all?"

"For now, I'm sure I'll think of something else later"

"Then we have a deal?"

Ares held his hand out, a gesture meant to seal their partnership and the fate of the Princess of Themyscira.

"We do" Circe replied, taking Ares hand in her own and giving it a firm shake, a plan of her own forming in the back of her mind. "Now tell me, how exactly am I to persuade your dear brother Hephaestus into sharing with us what we need?"

Crice had a feeling she was going to like whatever devious idea Ares came up… an interesting partnership indeed.

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Well, there's chapter 1! I hope guys enjoyed it.

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