Alright y'all. This is the last chapter of Halloween. I figured I would update it, as tomorrow (well today I guess) I will have virtually no time to focus on any writing for a few weeks. I hope you all like it!

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS

October 31. 23:08. Batcave

Batman pulled into the Batcave, parking the Batmobile with a groan, before he turned off the engine, letting it die down, leaving the cave in silence. Both he and Diana sat in the car, listening to the roof slide open, neither wanting to be the first to move. They had had a rough night, and they were both bloodied and bruised, so the silence provided by the cave was a welcomed change to the chaos they had endured earlier.

Diana quietly reached over the console and grabbed Batman's hand, gently squeezing it as they continued to stare out the front windshield, neither knowing what to say. Batman gently squeezed his wife's hand in return, offering her a small smile, before he reached up, a grimace on his face as he moved his injured shoulder, and removed his cowl. They both watched as the light at the end of the cave flickered on, before Alfred walked through the cave, a tray of medical supplies in his hand, a solemn look on his face. His shirt was already stained with blood, most likely from Tim, and his face was tired, but he knew this was a part of all of their jobs.

"Master Bruce, Ms. Diana," he began, addressing the duo when he had reached the car. "I believe we have some work to do."

Diana nodded, giving her husband's hand another squeeze, before she jumped out of the car, watching Alfred as his eyes widened when he took in her physical state. He had never seen her this injured, and if this was the shape she found herself in, he worried about the state of Bruce's mortal body. She quickly walked over to the driver's side of the vehicle and offered Bruce a hand, giving him a small smile when he gripped it firmly, letting her pull him out of the Batmobile, before she gently set him down besides her. She quickly looped his uninjured arm over her shoulder, ignoring the look Bruce gave her, telling her she was going over the top, before she helped him to the end of the cave, Alfred following close behind.

When they had reached the makeshift medical bay, Diana helped Bruce onto the metal table, gently unclipping his cape from his suit and letting it fall to the floor. She gently gripped the bottom of his top piece, pulling it up, stopping when he was unable to lift his injured arm. Without another thought, she grabbed his kevlar suit in her hands and ripped the suit in two, before she peeled the suit off his bruised body, watching with sad eyes as her hands delicately trailed up her husband's body, stopping when her fingers grazed the hole in his shoulder.

"Oh Master Bruce, what did you get yourself into?" Alfred said, his eyes wide with shock as he looked at the wound in Bruce's shoulder. He placed the tray of supplies on the table next to Bruce and stepped next to Diana, watching as she stared him in the eye for a moment, silently asking if he was going to be okay, before she turned to Alfred. "Go ahead, Ms. Diana," Alfred began, giving her a nod. "Master Bruce will be in good hands, I assure you."

Diana nodded, leaned in and gave Bruce a kiss, before she removed her tiara, setting it on the table next to her husband. "I'll be back," she said softly, watching as he nodded, his teeth gritting when Alfred began to clean the wound. "Alfred," Diana began, turning to the butler. She watched as he continued to work, raising an eyebrow, silently telling her to continue. "How's Tim?"

Alfred turned to face Diana, stopping his current work on Bruce, and offered her a small smile. He knew she cared about Tim like a son, so seeing him get so hurt tonight must've been fairly difficult for the Amazon. "Master Timothy came in and I was able to fix up those injuries with no fuss. He's currently upstairs resting."

Diana nodded, gently placed a hand on Alfred's shoulder, and gave it a gentle squeeze. Without another word she walked over to where the showers were, and undressed, knowing Alfred would be far too invested in fixing up Bruce to even venture this way. She let her uniform fall onto the floor with a sigh, before she stepped into the shower, turning the water on and letting it warm to a near scalding temperature. She gently walked under the showerhead, letting the stream of hot water run over her body, gritting her teeth and letting out a groan when the water ran down and began to run over the cuts adorning her legs. She gently dipped her head, letting the water run down her shoulders, gently kneading the tired and knotted muscles.

Diana let out a small sigh when she turned to let the water run down her back, letting the stream of water hit the middle of her back.

November 1st. 00:14. Batcave.

Diana walked out of the locker room, dressed in one of Bruce's tees, and a pair of sweatpants. She quickly made her way to the medical area, a smile on her face when Bruce came into view. He was laying on the metal bed, dressed in a pair of sweats, his hair damp from the quick shower Alfred had made him take.

He laid on the table, his chest bare, allowing her to see the gauze that covered his shoulder. His arm was wrapped in a sling, and although she knew he hated it, he was going to have to take it easy for a few days.

Bruce turned his head when he heard Diana make her way over to him, a small grin on his face as he tried to sit up. "No, don't get up," Diana said, placing her hand gently on his chest. "Where's Alfred?"

"I sent him to bed," he responded, "I told him I would wait for you." He gently took his wife's hand off his chest, ignoring her warning, and sat up.

Diana let out a small sigh, shaking her head at her husband's stubbornness, before she placed her hand gently on his face. "You still have cuts on your face," she said, gently running her finger over the cuts from the shards of glass that had flew throughout the warehouse. "Let me," she said, grabbing a small bottle of ointment from the tray Alfred had left behind. She quickly squeezed a bit of the ointment onto her finger, and spread it onto the large slash across his cheek. "I think you forget you're only human, Bruce," she said, stopping when he winced at the pressure of her finger, before she continued to spread the ointment.

"I think you forget you're not indestructible," he retorted, placing a hand on her wrist, watching as Diana placed a bandage on his face, before her eyes met his. They sat in silence as Diana continued to bandage the small cuts across his face and chest. Occasionally Bruce would wince at the pain, but he would shake his head and ignore the pain, wanting to get this over with.

"Diana," he finally said, breaking the silence. He watched as his wife moved to gaze into his eyes, watching as tears began to well up in her eyes, before he placed his hand on the back of her neck and pulled her head to his chest. "You did what you had to," he whispered, running his hand through her hair as she began to sob, the tears spilling from her eyes and hitting his chest. "You did what you had to do to save those kids." He placed a kiss on the crown of her head, gently patting the back of her head as he continued, "To save our children. Don't feel guilty."

Diana gently nodded against his chest, letting out a sigh before she reached up and wiped the tears from her eyes. "I understand," she said, "I'm worried because I don't have any remorse. I knew what I had to do, and in that moment, saving you and my children, that was the only thing that mattered." She pulled away from Bruce's chest and looked her husband in the eye once more, watching as he stared down at her, his hand still laced in her hair. "I was trained as an Amazon to come out of a battle victorious, and even though being here in Man's World has changed my views, I just thought back to my training on Themyscira." She placed a kiss on her husband's lips and laid her forehead against his, taking a deep breath as she gently ran her hand down his arm. "I'm sorry, Bruce," she began, "I know how you feel about taking a life."

Bruce said nothing, as he kissed his wife once more. "We can talk about this in the morning," he whispered, "Right now, let's go to bed."

Diana nodded and pulled away from Bruce, before she offered her husband her hand. She watched as he placed his hand in hers, before she helped him off the table. "I suspect Alfred has already informed Lucius that you will not be in for a few days."

Bruce nodded with a grunt, as they continued to make their way to the stairs. "He's already told me I'm not allowed to leave the manor for a week," he said with a smirk, making his way into the manor, Diana behind him. "At least I'll have Allie and Milo to keep me company," he said with a wink.

Diana chuckled, letting the secret entrance to the Batcave close behind her, as they continued to walk down the hall towards the giant staircase. They climbed the stairs and walked down the hall towards their daughter's room, wanting to check up on her after everything that had happened tonight. They quietly opened the door and stepped inside the room, careful not to wake Allie. Diana watched as Bruce stepped towards the bed, glancing over his shoulder when he noticed Ace in the bed with his daughter. "Really?" he whispered to the dog, watching as he moved closer to Allie, laying his head on her stomach, before Bruce shook his head.

He walked closer to the bed, bending down to pick up the stuffed elephant that had fallen off the bed, before he placed it on her nightstand. He took a seat on the edge of the bed, reached over and scratched Ace's head, knowing if he ignored the dog he would start to whine, before he turned to his daughter. She was still peacefully asleep, and he was grateful he had chosen to keep her away from the darkness he fought night after night. He knew he wasn't going to be able to do it for long, but he was going to keep her safe for as long as he could. "I'm going to check up on Tim," Diana whispered. She watched as Bruce nodded, before he leaned down to kiss Allie's cheek, tucking the blanket in around her chest, keeping her safe and sound for the night.

Diana, knowing Bruce needed his time with his daughter, backed out of the room quietly, gently closing the door. She would check on her daughter in the morning, as she had been the one who had stayed with her until she fell asleep. She knew Bruce needed this time alone with her. He wanted to be alone to watch her sleep, watch the beautiful child they had created, watch with wide eyes at the wonderful child they had raised. Allie truly was a gift from the gods.

Diana continued to walk down the hall towards Tim's room, letting her bare feet hit the rug covering the hardwood floors with each step. She let her hand gently graze the wall as she continued traveling towards her middle child's bedroom, the memory of her first meeting with Tim flashing into her brain, forcing her lips to curl into a smile. He had been so excited to see her, and when she had finally shown up to the Batcave with Batman, he was unable to keep his excitement hidden, and even though she and Bruce hadn't been dating yet, she had known she and Tim would have a special relationship.

Tim had been so curious about her and the Amazons, and he had been so helpful, quietly teaching her about the different technology in the Batcave when Bruce hadn't been looking. When Diana and Bruce's relationship had changed, Diana and Tim's relationship had as well. She had gone from his second mentor, a person he confided in when he was afraid to turn to Bruce, to his mother figure, a role both he and Diana had welcomed. Diana had to admit, when she had begun to date Bruce, she was nervous for a multitude of reasons, but the one that worried her the most was his kids. On Themyscira there had never been children, aside from her, so she wasn't sure how to be a parental figure to them. Bruce had assured Diana that no one was expecting her to be a mother to his sons overnight, but once she had met all three of the boys, she had fallen in love with them all, wanting to be a part of their lives, if they had allowed it. Luckily for her, they all loved her just as much, and as Bruce and Diana's relationship began to deepen, the boys began to come around more often.

Diana turned the corner and approached Tim's closed door, gently knocking on it, before she listened for him to respond. She knew he was not asleep, that he would wait for both her and Bruce to return home before he would be able to retire for the night. "Come in," she heard from the other side of the door, before she opened the door and poked her head inside.

"Tim?" Diana asked, a smile on her face when she saw Tim laying in the bed, his phone in his hands.

"Diana," he began, placing his phone on the nightstand as he sat up gently, wincing when his hip bent at a weird angle. He watched as Diana walked into the room, letting the door close gently behind her, before she walked over to his bed, taking a seat on the edge, careful not to disturb him.

"How are you doing?" she asked, gently grabbing his arm, observing the bandages around his arms. Tim shrugged and flashed Diana a smile, wincing when Diana's hand ran over a particularly sore spot. "Sorry," she mumbled, placing his arm at his side.

"I'm okay," he responded, giving the woman who had been his mother for the past six years a smile. He watched as she let out a sigh, her eyes wandering over his cut and bruised face, softening when she took in how much he had been hurt tonight. "What happened after I left?" he asked.

Diana let out another sigh and shook her head. She didn't want to tell Tim she had killed a man tonight. She wanted to preserve the good opinions of her he had. She didn't want him to see her as a monster, especially since Bruce had instilled the notion that killing was never an option. She didn't want to disappoint her son. "We'll talk about it in the morning," she said, watching as he nodded, grabbed his phone, and responded to a message that had caused the device to vibrate on the piece of furniture. "But there is something I wanted to mention. Bruce is trying to avoid asking you this, but the sooner you think about it, the easier it'll be for the three of us." She waited until he replaced the phone on the nightstand, giving her a small nod, before she continued. "This is your last year of high school, and your father and I want to make sure you know we don't expect you to continue to be Robin forever. We both want you to go out and live your life. Go to college, get a job, have a life. You're eighteen, you shouldn't be worried about getting shot at every night."

Tim watched as Diana struggled to finish her last sentence, her voice cracking at the mention of him getting hurt. It was true, he was nearly an adult, and although he still had a few months of school left, he had been thinking of what he was going to do after graduation. He knew Bruce would never admit that he needed him, but he knew the Batman had grown accustomed to having Robin around. He didn't want to disappoint his father, all for the sake of going away to college, where he would probably party and get himself in an unfair amount of trouble. As the son of Bruce Wayne it was almost a guarantee. But on the other hand, he didn't know if he could be Robin all his life. He loved what he did, and he loved being a part of a team with Bruce, but was that really what he wanted to do his whole life? Dick had become Nightwing, fighting to protect the streets of Bludhaven night after night, Jason had become Red Hood, but was he really ready to continue dawning the cape and mask? "I haven't really thought of it," he lied, turning away from Diana. He knew she would be able to sense his fib, and although he loved the heart to hearts the two of them had, he really didn't want to get into it tonight. He was tired, he could see she was exhausted, and they both were going to have an exhaustive week ahead.

He watched as she nodded, before she placed a hand on the shoulder of his uninjured arm, gently squeezing it to let him know everything would be alright. "Timothy," she began, watching as he turned back to face her, his eyes soft as he listened cautiously. She only ever called him by his full name when he was either in trouble or she had something important to say. "Whatever you decide to do, your father and I will support you. We're both so proud of you. What you did tonight, what you do every night-"

Tim nodded, stopping Diana, before he flashed her another smile. "I just wanted to keep Allie and Milo safe," he said softly, placing his hand on top of the hand Diana still had resting on his shoulder.

"I understand," Diana said, "But you know you're just as much my son as Milo is. I want you to be safe, and I would do anything for you."

Tim began to laugh, shaking his head at the memory that popped into his brain. "I know that," he said, a few chuckles escaping, wincing as he gripped his bandaged hip. "I remember what happened with my English professor."

Diana blushed before she let out a chuckle of her own. "You and I know he had it coming. The man was an ass."

Tim nodded. "Yeah, but you still shouldn't have broken his desk. I don't think he ever forgot that."

Diana shrugged. "Bruce donates enough to that school to afford the man a new desk. Besides, I already told you it was an accident." She watched as Tim chuckled once more, before she leaned forward and wrapped her arms around him gently, pulling him into a hug. "Get some sleep," she said, gently planting a kiss on the side of his head, mumbling a sorry when she remembered he hated when she did that.

She quickly stood from the bed and walked over to the front door, opening it before she glanced over her shoulder. "Goodnight Tim," she said, watching as he laid back down and pulled the covers over his body, turning to lay on his uninjured hip before he closed his eyes, ready to let sleep consume him.

Diana walked out of Tim's bedroom, letting the door shut quietly behind her, before she leaned against the door and let out a sigh. She knew Tim would eventually leave the manor, leave Gotham, but he was still her son, and she wanted to keep him close and safe. She didn't know how she would ever handle Allie and Milo leaving when their time to leave the nest came.

She pushed against Tim's bedroom door and began to walk down the hall, letting her shoulders droop as she exhaled loudly. She was exhausted, and she wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed and stay there for the next few hours. She only hoped Clark would understand everything that had happened tonight and would try to avoid calling her for any League missions.

Diana made her way down the hall, stopping in front of the closed door of the nursery. She needed to see her youngest child. He always brought a smile to her face and she loved him so much; the trials she had to go through for Milo only made him that much more special. She quietly opened the door and poked her head inside, before she let out a small sigh and stepped into the room, leaving the door opened a crack.

Inside the room, the faint glow of the moon shining through the large window illuminated Diana's path to the crib, allowing her to forgo turning on any of the lights that might have woken the baby. She quietly continued to walk towards her son, stopping next to the crib to peak inside, her lips curling into a smile when she saw Milo's big blue eyes staring up at her. He gently kicked his legs, a coo escaping his lips when he saw his mother, as his clenched fists reached up.

"Hello, Little One," Diana said, reaching a hand into the crib to gently stroke his cheek. She watched as the baby let out another coo, kicking his legs more enthusiastically before he let a small giggle escape his lips. Diana reached her other arm into the crib and wrapped her arms around the baby, before she pulled him up and out of the crib, into her arms as she cradled him close to her chest. "What are you doing awake?" she asked as she placed a kiss on her son's temple. "Shouldn't you be sound asleep."

The baby responded with a small grunt and rubbed his face onto Diana's chest. He began to fuss, his tiny hands trying to clench onto the shirt Diana wore, trying to tell her what he wanted. "Okay, okay," she said with a chuckle, as she led him towards the rocking chair in the corner, turning on one of the lamps on her way. She let the dim light illuminate her path to the chair, taking a seat into the rocking chair, as she settled her son against her chest. She reached behind her, trying to undo the clasp of the bra she had foolishly put on after her shower, wincing in pain when her sore muscles wouldn't cooperate with her.

Milo, growing impatient with his mother, began to fuss more, struggling against Diana's chest as she tried to hold him with one hand, the other continuing to try to latch onto her shirt. "Milo, I'm trying," she said softly. She dropped her head back in frustration when he began to cry, knowing he was hungry.

A gentle knock on the door forced her to snap her head up, turning to look at who she and the baby had woken up. "Let me have him," Bruce said, walking into the room, a warm bottle in his hand.

Diana looked up at her husband and let out a sigh when she noticed he had ditched the sling Alfred had given him. The man was stubborn, and she knew there would be nothing she could do to make him keep it on. Without a word she stood from the chair, watching as Bruce took a seat in the spot she had previously occupied, before she placed the baby in the crook of his good arm. He carefully lifted the bottle to Milo's mouth, watching as his son stopped crying long enough to place the rubber nipple in his mouth, before he began to greedily down his meal. "I swear he eats more than Tim," Bruce said, his eyes meeting the bright blue irises his son shared with his wife.

He heard Diana let out a small chuckle, before she gently settled into his lap. She placed her face against his chest, deeply breathing in the smell of his soap that lingered from his shower earlier. Her fingers gently glided over his arm, delicately dancing over the gauze taped to his shoulder. She knew he should have left his sling on, that he needed to limit his movement in his shoulder to allow his wound to heal, but seeing him sitting there, staring so intently on his son as he fed him, made her realize this would be a conversation for the morning.

"Is Allie still asleep?" Diana whispered into the crook of her husband's neck, watching the hairs on his arms rise when her hot breath hit his bare skin. He quietly nodded, his eyes never leaving his son's, which were now starting to droop, sleep finding its way back to him. "Please tell me you let Ace stay in the room with her." She knew having the dog in the room with her was the only thing keeping their daughter from sleeping in their bed tonight, and as much as she would welcome snuggling with Allie, she would much rather snuggle up to her husband, alone.

Bruce let out a quiet chuckle as he handed Diana the empty bottle. "Yes," he began, watching as Diana grabbed the bottle and placed it onto the table next to the chair, before he lifted the baby onto his uninjured shoulder. "That spoiled dog is all snuggled up in her bed."

"Good," Diana whispered, sliding off his lap and onto her feet. She watched as Bruce gently rubbed the baby's back, standing from the chair when he let out a small burp. They both walked to the crip and Bruce laid Milo down to sleep, both watching as the baby began to breathe deeply, his bottom lip quivering as he continued to suckle on the nonexistent bottle.

Bruce wrapped an arm around Diana's waist, pulling her close to him, as he placed a kiss on the back of her head. "Let's go to bed," he whispered. He watched as Diana nodded, before she pulled her attention away from her sleeping son, and walked out of the room. He followed her out of the nursery, stopping only to gently close the door behind him, before he followed his wife down the hall to their own bedroom.

When they arrived in the master suite, Diana quickly hopped into the bed, discarding her sweats on the floor before she pulled the covers over her half dressed body. She heard Bruce chuckle as he shook his head, shutting the door to their room as he made his way over to their shared bed. "What a night," he heard Diana mumble. He quickly pulled back the covers, a smirk on his face when he glanced down at his wife's bare legs. The cuts that had adorned them an hour prior were already starting to heal, and he knew come morning there would only be faint traces of any of her injuries. He, however, would not be so lucky.

He slid into the bed and pulled the covers up over his bare chest, opening his arm as he waited for Diana to scoot over and lay her head on his chest, as she had done every night since they had married. "Do you remember our first Halloween party?" he heard her ask, as she turned to face him. She gently laid her head on his chest, mindful of his injured shoulder, and draped her arm over his stomach, before she placed a tender kiss on his skin.

"Mmhmm," Bruce responded. He ran a hand over his face as the image of him and Diana in that old western getup flashed into his mind.

"Who would've thought things would turn out like this," Diana said, trying to force a yawn from escaping. She failed, yawning quietly, before she ran her hand down Bruce's arm.

Bruce snorted. "That's an understatement," he stated, stifling a yawn of his own. "As I recall, that was the night we conceived Allie."

Diana began to laugh. "It was a good night," she murmured sleepily. She brushed her hair out of her face and let out another yawn.

"You know," Bruce began, "I wouldn't mind having another ba-"

"Bruce Wayne, don't you dare," Diana threatened.

"What?" he asked innocently.

Diana pulled away from her husband's chest and sat up, staring down at him. Without a word she lifted one finger, then another, and another, until all five of the fingers of her left hand were raised. "Five, Bruce," she said, her eyes never leaving his. "We have five."

Bruce only shrugged. "We'd make it work," he said, sitting up. He placed his back against their headboard and watched Diana shake her head with a smirk.

"We'll see what you have to say when Milo starts teething. I think you purposefully went looking for trouble in Gotham when Allie was up all night," she joked.

Bruce scoffed. "I did no such thing," he said, watching as his wife smirked. He quickly leaned in to kiss her, smiling against her lips when she ran a hand through his hair. "I'm just saying we should think about it," he said.

Diana let out a small sigh. She would eventually tell Bruce the truth, but for right now she wanted to enjoy the moment. "We will see," was all she said, as she ran a hand through her own hair nervously. "Between Gotham, your job, the three we have at home, and the League, we don't have much time for much else."

Once again Bruce shrugged, before he narrowed his eyes at his wife. Had this been a year ago, she would have jumped on him the second he mentioned having another baby. "We'll make time," he answered, giving Diana another smirk. He watched as she nodded, before he reached over and placed his hand on her bare thigh. "As for the League, have you decided what you want to do?"

Diana stared up at her husband, her eyes meeting his. She knew the decision to stay on the League full time or go down to a part time member was one that required a lot of consideration, but after tonight, after everything her family had gone through...everything she and Bruce had gone through, she knew she had her answer. She flashed Bruce a nervous smile, gently placing her hand over his, and nodded. "Yes. Yes I have."

The End.

I know, I know, I resolved nothing. I had originally intended for this to be a one-shot cute little thing about Diana and Bruce and their kids on Halloween, and then it just kind of morphed out of nowhere into this. But good news, I have decided to write a sequel to this that will give all the answers you seek. You will find out who is behind everything. You will find out what Tim decides to do. You will find out if they have another baby. And you will find out if Diana stayed a full time League member! I haven't decided on a title for it just yet, but I will be sure to keep you all updated. I really hope you enjoyed this!

Until next time,

AJ