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bestie how do u think the batfam reacts to wonderbat

- quinsly

*INHALES AGRESSIVELY* WONDER MOM WONDER MOM WONDER MOM-

Dick:

SO HAPPY for Bruce but constantly teases; " If his crippling control issues aren't a deal breaker, his music taste will be" and Diana just kinda tilts her head like a puppy in her MCR shirt and is like " I love them! They sound tragic"

Absolutely gives Diana tips and advice on how to woo Bruce; He's not sure how you can improve WONDER WOMAN, but he's flattered she thinks he's the man for the job

Just excited to brag to the titans, " Well, she's not KORI but you know; Not everyone's as lucky as me"

Jason:

HELLO?! HELLOOOOO? Jason is losing his mind obvi. He has no idea how Bruce pulled it off (He does know; His father is honest, quietly kind, brave in a way thats terrifying and stupid, and infuriatingly endearing. Plus he's big on justified violence, which women always find attractive)

Is. So so so shy around Diana at the beginning. Hiding behind Bruce or Alfred (even Dami, one time), not exchanging more than a few words (usually very quick and unintelligible) before running off

This leads to Diana thinking Jason doesn't like her and she wants to talk about this, because, young warrior my heart is with your father; I don't need your permission, but I'd like to know why you dislike me :(

Jason just pulls up his sleeve, shows his wonder woman tattoo with a blank face, says " I love you so much I had a crush on you since I was 6, but I want you to be my mom. Not mommy. That'd be weird." and power walks away, looking for the nearest highway

Finds his childhood slingshot and points it directly between Bruce's eyes " Make like Beyonce and put a ring on it"

Damian:

Respects Diana a lot but will always prefer Talia; Diana isn't bothered by that and finds Damians loyalty to his mama so adorable, " Good sons make good men ^_^ good job" "... please don't do that. You're giving me positive emotions and I'm not build for those."

Demands a duel for " The privilege to court my father. Woman or Goddess, you must prove your worth" but it's the equivalent of a puppy playing tag with an angry kitten

She takes him out for ice cream and he spills about Bruce being a sappy bastard when talking about her sjsjsjs

Tim, Cass,Duke, and Steph

Tim and Steph making " you can do better" jokes @ Diana but no one's allowed to agree; I feel like Steph is just as much of a fangirl as Jason is and she fainted when she found Diana in their kitchen, watching Bruce make pancakes, OBVIOUSLY a " we spent the night together" breakfast

Tim and Diana bond over sharing embarassing Bruce stories and I NEED Diana to be the old lady who can't figure out technology

Can she punch a crater in the middle of new York and make you sweat with merely dissaproving look? Yes. Does she need to call Tim everytime to change her profile picture and look for stuff on YouTube? Yes

Diana and Duke PUPPY FRIENDSHIP! Diana reassuring Duke that she knows what alienation and loneliness feels like, and it's not a pain he has to deal with on his own

" You're enough; You've always been enough. And your father and family love you dearly, - you're the light that keeps us out of darkness. Be proud of that"

Cass and Diana but it's the " when you're a queen and you meet another queen and you talk about battle strategies" meme <333 legends recognise legends

Cass thinks she's the coolest ever, but, " What you do to him? I do to you." Without a hint of fear; There's a collective agreement around the ground. Diana smiles. She'll fit in just okay

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saultnpeppah · 1 year

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Slow Dance

Happy Valentine's Day y'all. Here's an entry for the WonderBat JukeBox event. The song I based this on was Slow Dance by Kelly Clarkson. If you haven't heard it, I would definitely recommend. And when I get back to a space where I can spend some time writing more, I definitely will do more things based on some songs that remind me of our favorite Bat/Amazon duo. Hope you like!

He wasn't at all like what I was expecting.

When I had arrived on Man's World, when I had joined the Justice League along with the six other individuals who had saved the Earth from The Invasion, I had little expectations. I knew nothing other than Themyscira, my home, my family, the only paradise I had spent my days on. I knew nothing of the men and women with extraordinary abilities, fighting for justice and peace, keeping the citizens of Earth safe. I knew nothing of the extraordinary people with no abilities, risking their lives to help protect those who had no means to protect themselves. I knew nothing about the people of Man's World, but over time I had learned what to expect.

Over time I had learned what drove the people of this world, their reasonings for the way they perceived things, their intentions for how they acted. Over time I had become accustomed to the way people acted, how they treated others, the personas they displayed. Over time I had come to care for the people the League protected, and over time I had come to accept the League members as my family. A dysfunctional family, but one nonetheless.

I had learned what to expect with every member of the League - well almost every member. There was still the one who had escaped every chance he could get, sneaking out of Founder meetings, ignoring what he deemed non-essential calls, keeping himself hidden in the shadows of Gotham, prioritizing the city that had become his one true love. The first few months I had known The Batman, I had thought him to be just another dysfunctional man, hidden behind the trauma that forced him to wear the cape and cowl, fighting for a city that didn't want to be saved. But the more I learned about The Batman, the more I discovered the man underneath, the more I realized it was further from the truth.

Nothing made that discovery even more surprising than when I had learned the truth behind the man in the mask. Seeing Bruce's name for the first time, knowing that had been the man who had avoided getting close to me for so long, had sparked something in me I hadn't realized initially, but the more I saw him, the more I got to glimpse the dark cape in the halls of the Watchtower, the cowl scowling at me across the table at Founder's meetings, the more I felt drawn to him.

Then came Paris.

I had come to Paris knowing Bruce would be there. I knew who he was, who he truly was, and I wanted to finally talk to him, face to face, without the pressures of the League. I wanted to talk to him without the mask. I wanted him to know The Batman did not scare me, and I had marched into that party, ignoring the flashing of all the cameras, my mind focused on finding the man I had flown across the world for. But everything changed the moment I heard his voice. My heart had fluttered when he grabbed my hand and led me away from the cameras and reporters, twirling me to face him as he began to sway to the music. All the planned arguments I had concocted up to this point seemed to vanish from my mind as I danced with him.

Suddenly all the preconceived opinions I had once had of the man melted away. While we danced in Paris, I noticed something I hadn't noticed before. I was able to look into Bruce's eyes for the first time since stepping into Man's World, and what I saw made my heart hurt for the man. The pain hidden in his eyes was unlike nothing I had seen before. This man was in agony, his soul fighting with his body, the smirk on his face wavering as we continued to dance.

Then, later that week, when I had fallen and had been rendered unconscious, I still remember the fear in his voice as he woke me, worried I had been hurt far worse than I actually had been. I had seen a different side to Bruce, and I would stop at nothing until I saw that part of him once more.

Countless stakeouts, missions, flirty late night coffee breaks during monitor duty had only strengthened the bond between us. He was the one person I trusted most.

"Is everything alright?"

My eyes dart up to Bruce's face, watching as the man across from me takes a sip from the wine glass in his hand. I give him a slight nod and finish chewing the bite I had taken before Bruce had asked his question, before I take a sip from my own glass of wine. "Everything is wonderful," I answer, flashing him a small smile.

Bruce nods and places his glass of wine near his empty plate, his hand lingering on the glass as the nerves he has been trying desperately to suppress all night show through. "Good. I'm glad you are enjoying yourself."

I flash Bruce another small smile and let myself give him another small nod. "I'm glad you finally made good on your promise to take me dancing," I say, smirking as he attempts to stare me in the eye, trying not to get caught staring at the strapless red dress that falls just above my knees. "Although I thought there'd be a lot more dancing."

Bruce chuckles nervously. "As I recall," he begins as he shifts in his seat. "It was you who declared I owed you a night of dancing."

"And yet we still remain seated."

I watch as Bruce nods and glances down at his glass of wine. He's stalling, trying to find a way to set up the wall I've been chipping away at since coming home from Kaznia. "Diana," he warns, his voice wavering as he debates whether to give in to the internal struggle going on in his mind.

"Bruce," I reply, warning him with my tone. When he asked me to dinner tonight I knew it was time to explore what had been hidden there since day one. In such a short time, Bruce had become my best friend, and I knew I was, if not close to being, his. Even Clark had commented on our growing friendship, stating it had taken Bruce years to trust him enough to form a friendship, when it had only taken us a few months. I knew I could trust Bruce with anything and I wanted to make sure he knew he could trust me as well.

"You know we're walking a very fine line," Bruce states, his eyes moving up to meet mine.

"Why must there be a line?" I question. He opens his mouth to respond but I shake my head and continue, "You know there's something more between us, Bruce."

Bruce sighs. He doesn't deny my statement. There is something more between us, in some regards there has always been, but I'm curious to see just how far he's willing to discuss. The Bruce I had met in Paris would have shut this conversation down the moment we walked into the restaurant arm in arm.

"You and I, Diana, is a bad idea."

I only shake my head and chuckle. "No, leaving my home and getting myself exiled was a bad idea. But I'm trying to find the positive in it and making it work out." I lean back and fold my arms over my chest. "The same can be said for you and I."

Bruce lets out another sigh. He bites the inside of his cheek, trying to find the words to respond to what I've just said. "You don't understand," he begins. "Being with me is not easy."

"Neither is just being your friend," I tease. I watch as he tries to keep himself from smiling. This man needs to let himself feel happiness, and I'm all too willing to help him achieve it. I lower my voice and lean in. "This facade gives me whiplash," I whisper, watching as his eyebrow raises in confusion.

"What does that mean?" he asks, his voice in a hushed tone.

I only give him a small shrug. "You know what I mean. Bruce Wayne," I say, emphasizing his last name, "is known for his confident, powerful, demeanor." My eyes close as I take a small breath, opening them to see the man across from me waiting for what else I have to say. "But Bruce Wayne…."

He nods his head. I don't need to finish my statement. Like so many of our conversations, this one ends with an all too knowing look - it's one of the reasons we work so well. Never have I felt this connected with someone, let alone a man from Man's World.

I let out a small sigh and place my hand on the table, opening it, glaring at Bruce until he glances down at my open hand. "Can I at least get a dance?"

Bruce gives me a small smile and nods his head as he places his hand in mine. "I think I can do that." He stands from his seat and moves around the table, my hand still in his as I rise from my seat. He leads me to the dance floor, where a few couples have been dancing throughout the night, and turns me to face him. "But be warned, I'm not as good of a dancer as people think."

"Don't worry," I say, a smirk on my face. "We can take it slow, and I'll show you how to slow dance." I give him a small wink which earns a smirk in response.

He places a hand on the small of my back and pushes me close, our chests meeting as he begins to slowly sway to the soft jazz filling the room. We dance in silence for the first song. I find myself casually running my hand up his arm, gently stroking his back as we move in unison.

"Everyone is looking at us," I say, my cheeks a shade of bright pink as I try to avoid the multiple stares from other patrons I can see over Bruce's shoulder.

Bruce glances over my shoulder and shakes his head. "Everyone is looking at you," he says as his hand pushes at my back, pulling me closer.

A small gasp escapes my lips as our bodies push tighter together. His hand is possessively on my back as he glances toward the door, his eyes narrowing as he silently tells the men staring our way there is a reason their hands aren't the one currently on my back. The one making its way higher up my back, leaving my skin tingling as I feel his fingertips dance along my spine.

"They're probably staring at Bruce Wayne so unkempt," I joke once more, letting my hands fall to the tie around his neck that has been pulled loose several times throughout dinner tonight. "Everyone is probably waiting in fear to see if you're philandering will result in another inappropriate display."

Bruce lets out a hearty laugh. The sound forces a smile on my lips and my heart flutters. "That was one time," he explains, "and it wasn't by choice."

I nod, pretending to be understanding. "Of course," I say, feigning sympathy. "I, too, feel the need to be in the nude in the middle of a gala."

Bruce clears his throat and continues to stare over my shoulder, trying to appear as if what I have just said has no effect. "That's not what happened," he says, his lips pursing in thought. "Remind me to never leave you alone with Alfred again."

I let out a laugh and gently pat his chest. "I'm only joking, Bruce," I say, gently stroking his face, forcing the frown that has settled on his face to disappear. "In all fairness, this has been a great evening, and I'm glad you finally took me dancing."

"In all fairness, we should have done this much sooner." He slows his swaying, his hands stilling on my back as he leans back to look me in the eye.

I stare into Bruce's eyes, the tight feeling that has been plaguing the pit of my stomach everytime I look at Bruce, returning. I know I didn't press Bruce for any kind of promise to be more than friends, and he may not return the feelings I have, but at the moment all I can think about is how soft his lips look in the subtle light of the restaurant. Before I know what I'm doing, I lean toward Bruce, the thought of kissing him silencing any thoughts of what this would mean.

Bruce places a hand on my neck, slowing the path of my lips, giving himself plenty of time to retreat if this is not what he wants. To my surprise, he leans closer to me, his thumb gently stroking my cheek as his line of vision falls from my eyes to my lips.

Our lips grow closer, the air around us suddenly feeling thicker. Our lips are a mere inch from colliding when Bruce freezes, his attention moving from my face to his chest, where an insistent alarm has begun to sound from his jacket pocket. He pulls the alarming device from his jacket pocket, his eyes glancing up to meet mine as he shows me the signal of The Batman flashing on the small screen.

And just like that our night is over. He is needed in Gotham.

"It's okay," I whisper. My hand gently strokes his cheek when I see the pained expression on his face. "Go ahead, Bruce."

He nods and silences the alarm, glancing at the screen for a moment before he places the device back into his pocket. "I'll make it up to you," he whispers as he pulls away from me.

I give him a small nod. "I expect nothing less," I say with a smirk, watching him turn on his heel before I turn back toward our table. I take a step toward the table when someone grabs my arm and turns me around. Before I can protest, Bruce's lips are on my own, his hand on the back of my head keeping me locked in place, not that I would even attempt to escape.

His lips are as soft as I had imagined. His hands, calloused from years fighting crime, are somehow soft against my skin, gently caressing my cheeks and the base of my neck as he allows himself to relax. The kiss is over just as quickly as it began, but it has done its job. This one kiss has made it clear the feelings I have for Bruce are not one sided.

"We'll talk when I get done," he promises. I nod and watch as he releases his hold on me, before he turns and runs toward the front door of the restaurant, grabbing the credit card from our waiter he had given as we had started our meal.

I quickly return to the table and grab my purse, letting the smile on my lips linger as I glance over at the seat Bruce had occupied for the night. I turn on my heel and walk out of the restaurant, activating my comlink to ask J'onn to transport me back to the Watchtower. I connect with J'onn as the Batsignal begins to shine bright against the dull cloud covered sky of Gotham, smiling as I am transported back to the space station that houses most of the League members.

As I walk back to my quarters I can't help but run my finger along my bottom lip, remembering the feeling of Bruce's lips on my own, the taste of the red wine he had consumed with dinner still lingering. The door to my quarters slides open and I walk inside, letting it slide closed behind me. As I undress for the night, thoughts of Bruce and our dinner consume my mind, my lips curled into a constant smile. This was not how I had imagined the night going, but I'm glad Bruce at least now seemed open to the thought of an idea of us.

Bruce Wayne was definitely not who I had ever imagined I would have had feelings for. I had never anticipated falling for this man, never imagined the slow burning affection that would culminate into something deeper. I never thought the man who hid in the shadows would have become the first person I would think of in the morning. I never imagined the man who hid his true nature from the world to be the one I spilled my deepest secrets to. No, Bruce Wayne and all his chaos wasn't at all like I was expecting. He was, in fact, much better.

https://www.fanfiction.net/s/14198736/1/Slow-Dance

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