A/N : This is the start of a story I've devised for the most part already, but actually putting it to paper seems to be harder to do, for some reason. In any case, if I see that the story is generating interest, I'll try to get put it together faster.

"Bruce Wayne!" the words reverberate throughout the Manor.

He was never anything but proud of his last name, but these last 2 and a half years, hearing it brought a chill up his spine. It usually meant she was angry at him, and most of the time that didn't end very well for him. Who in their right mind would want to piss of Diana, Princess of the Amazons? Then again, people always said he was walking on the edge of sanity.

"The study!" he replies, after realizing how bad an idea it would be to hide from her when she's like this, particularly when she finally found him.

Not five seconds later, he hears the door of the room smack shut so strong he thought they might not open afterwards. Turning his head towards her, he notices a very displeased Wonder Woman. That image mostly sends a chilling fear down the recipient's entire body, but to him she was beautiful even when she was looking like she wanted to crush every bone in his body.

"So who is she, Bruce?" she barks at him, not hiding her anger.

"Who is who?" he replies, with obvious confusion.

"The woman you're cheating on me with!"

"What?" his surprised response doesn't throw her of. He can hardly believe what he's hearing. Why would she assume he was cheating on her? „Where would you get that idea?"

"Have you even noticed the way you've been behaving around me, Bruce? Do you think I'm that ignorant? Whenever and wherever I touch you, you tense up. We haven't had sex in two weeks. For that matter, you haven't even taken your shirt of in front of me. In fact, you haven't even hugged me properly, if at all lately! So what am I supposed to think, Bruce?" With every sentence she spoke she moved a step closer to him, the last word she said accompanied with a less than gentle shove into his right shoulder.

He grunts through clenched teeth, grabbing his shoulder. Of all the places she could have hit him, she had to hit him right there? He felt a moist sensation in his palm. 'Just great'

Her eyes expressed her concern at his reaction, but conveyed that she isn't letting go of her anger. What is this? He can take much harder strikes than that.

"We'll continue this conversation later" he tells her through gritted teeth and makes his way towards the door.

"No we are not. Bruce, get back here and answer me!"

"I said later!" he barked just as he grabbed the handle, opened the door and slammed it behind him.

'Why that arrogant, infuriating ...' she thinks to herself as she starts going after him, but when she grabs the handle, her hand slips.

"Blood?" she gasps, with a surprised and concerned expression on her face. „Bruce, what have you done to yourself this time?"