A/N:I know it's been a long time since I've posted a new story, but here's a new one just for you, BMWW Shippers. While I was thinking of a new scene for a book I've been working on, Katy Perry's "Thinking of You" popped in my head. It inspired me to write a fanfiction. This one is sort of connected to "When I was Your Man" so you may want to read that fanfic. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this! Read & Review! - B

Thinking of You

BruceDiana

Chapter 1

Comparisons are easily done

Once you've had a taste of perfection

Like an apple hanging from a tree

I picked the ripest one. I still got the seed

Diana sat down on the edge of her bed, rather the edge of Clark's bed. He had left early that morning leaving her wondering where he had left off. She covered her face with her hands. She had dreamt of him again. It had been leaving her sleepless for most nights now. Diana felt horrible that morning. Something in her told her that it was wrong, that being with Clark was wrong. She stood up to head to the bathroom and washed her face.

It had been months since the last time she had seen Bruce. It had been months since she had left him and chose to stay with Clark. Diana looked at her reflection in the mirror. She had not recognized the woman that had been staring back at her. Her once-gleaming eyes now revealed sadness and regret. Her lips that once conceded happiness now frowned in disappointment.

She sighed out loud.

This was her choice. She needed to face the consequences no matter how much she hated it.

Diana strode towards the closet and grabbed a blue robe. She wore it to keep herself warm from the chilling cold that she knew she was the only that felt it. She made herself a cup of coffee before sitting down by the counter island in the kitchen. She held the cup in her hand as she looked down at the tan liquid. It reminded her of Bruce.

Batman was sitting all alone on table by the corner of the cafeteria with a cup of coffee in hand. She had approached him silently, wanting to surprise him, but to no avail. He had already noticed her before she could even say a word. "Princess," he said with his usual deep baritone voice. "Mind if I sit with you?" Diana asked. He glanced back at her and gave a short smile. He nodded at her and she sat on the stool on his right. Both had remained silent the entire time. Diana was silently munching on a chicken sandwich paired with her favorite iced mocha. "How was your day, Princess?" he had asked as she noticed him inched closer to her. She smiled at him, "It's been wondrous." As she answered him, she faced him fully. He smiled shortly again, "It's been wonderful, Princess." Then, he smirked at her while his hand slowly made its way to hers. Diana glanced down for a short while before returning her gaze at him. Underneath the opaque lenses, she could feel his heated gaze and it made her cheeks blush. She cursed at his gloved hand. She wanted to feel his callous hand caress hers. His thumb brushed her knuckles gently. He looked around the cafeteria. Seeing as though there were no people looking at them, he lifted her hand and kissed the back of her hand as his locked with hers. This made her blush even more. His lips felt soft as it touched her skin. A memorable sensation she wouldn't forget.

Diana sighed again. She couldn't even finish the half of her coffee after remembering that sweet memory. She placed the unfinished cup in the sink and sat down on the couch, turning the TV on. To her surprise, Bruce Wayne was the topic of the two news anchors about his successful charity event. A picture of him had appeared with a petite blonde woman with green eyes wearing a red tube dress with a slit that ended on the upper half of her thigh. She could see that Bruce's smile never reached his eyes. It was an act after all, unless he was dating the woman.

You said move on, where do I go?

I guess second best is all I will know

Bruce had been a warrior she could equal herself with. He was a man who defied himself through the battles he went through. Hell, he managed to fight against a god and managed to survive it. Clark was a warrior too, but he was gifted with godlike powers. He had every power needed to defeat the enemy without doing plenty of effort. Unlike Bruce, he used his wits and stamina to exert every blow towards his enemy to bring them down. Bruce, when it came to battles in bed, was a warrior as well. He knew where her weaknesses were as he explored her body. His lips and tongue roamed her whole body, leaving tingling sensations. He knew how her body gave in. He knew that delicious spot that even she had not known before. His azure eyes, as he towered over her, stared at her deeply as if he was exploring her soul too. She could not even bare the thought of Clark putting her in. Bruce was everything. Bruce was the perfect imperfection that she had once tasted, but now, she was only left with the remnants of how it used to be.

'Cause when I'm with him, I am thinking of you

(Thinking of you, thinking of you)

Thinking of you, what you would do

If you were the one who was spending the night

(Spending the night, spending the night)

Oh, I wish that I was looking into your eyes

Clark had arrived at around 10 that morning. Diana had been eating a bagel filled with cream cheese. He placed down his coat and briefcase on the floor before he strode towards the kitchen. He gave a peck on Diana's cheek, but Diana merely smiled. She tried her best not to show Clark that she had imagined Bruce giving her that kiss on the cheek. "You seem early?" Diana asked, averting any changes Clark might have noticed about her. "I just wanted to check on you. I'll be back in the Planet after an hour," then he held out a DVD, "How about we watch a movie?" Diana smiled and nodded her head. It was a copy of "Roman Holiday". It was one of her favorite movies.

Diana sat down on the couch bringing her bagel with her while she watched Clark placed the disc in the player. He sat down beside her and placed a kiss on her head before fixing his eyes on the screen. All Diana could think about that moment was Bruce.

It was a cold rainy night in Gotham so Diana insisted that she and Bruce stay in for the night to watch a movie. She and Bruce had been watching "An Affair to Remember". Bruce sat down on the couch while Diana was lying on her side as her head had been lying on his lap. His hand rested on her flat stomach. His other hand was playing with her hair, placing wayward strands behind her ear. "If that happen to us, Bruce, what would you do?" She asked him all of a sudden. Bruce looked down at her, "I'd come looking for you anywhere, Princess." He grazed his thumb on her lips as if leaving a kiss. She smirked then grabbed his hand and placed a languid kiss on his palm. Diana got up and leaned closer to Bruce until their azure eyes met. His eyes showed the anguish Bruce had felt when he had lost his parents. It also held the mystery of the identity of a man who had plenty of alter egos, but deep down, Diana could see the real him. She could stare at Bruce's eyes the whole time and never get tired of the stories that were held in it. She clutched his face and placed a passionate kiss on his soft lips.

Diana tried her best not to cry as she reminisced that wonderful moment with Bruce. He was perfect for her. He was a mortal, yes, but he had possessed traits that an immortal had. He pushed himself to the edge. He was stubborn like her. He was everything she had hoped for when it came to a man. Gods, she was an Amazon. She was taught to hate men, but when she met Bruce, everything had changed. Why did she even give up on him that easily?