Di/Diana · @AmazonGoddessD
13th Feb 2019 from TweetCaster
#WonderBatSecretCupid
For: @SFORZANTO2711
By: @Oldmanbat & @AmazonGoddessD
4 6 11
Four years, six months, eleven days. In that time Bruce Wayne had learned to love again. It was taken from him; that will, that desire, that purpose, taken from him on a cold rainy night in an alley in Gotham when he was just a boy. He had gone through the rest of his days cold, empty, a shell of a man without the raw emotion of love. He had seen others fall in and out of it. He had seen couples holding hands, sharing a kiss, building lives together, and even in his wildest dreams, he never saw that for himself. Not until four years, six months, eleven days ago.
That was the day he saw her. A goddess walking amongst mere mortals. An angel clad in a red dress. Her black hair like silk, her eyes like pathways to another world, her lips painted with an exotic mystery. He had never seen her before, this tall beautiful woman, but he knew then he wanted to know more. Like a ghost though, she had vanished, leaving a burning desire in his heart, in his soul. He inquired about her, found a path, and followed along it until he saw her again.
He’d do just that, see her again. The Gotham Museum, showcasing the ancient artifacts, weaponry, and tools of a forgotten time. Her perfume lingered, a memory in his mind of his first glimpse of her, like a leading hand down the end of the path he had pursued. Her back turned, the gown open, showing her porcelain skin, as if she was carved from the finest stone, by the finest hands. They spoke that night, the first time he got to hear her alluring accent, and he felt his heart fill. He felt something he hadn’t felt before, as if shot from Cupid’s arrow. He felt love.
Four years, six months, eleven days later. He paced through the manor, a nervous energy coursing through him. In moments she’d arrive, walk in, and hold him tight. They’d kiss, they’d hug, they’d share a meal. They were lovers now, partners in life, and she had done the unthinkable. She had allowed him to open his heart. He learned about her, about her life, about her ways. He learned about himself in the process, how deep down he was still capable of love, how his parents, taken from him so young, had left that impression there. He knew what he had to do.
Reaching into his pocket he felt the little velvet box. Pulling it out, he took a deep breath, opened it, and stared at the diamond. This diamond was a symbol. A symbol of their love for one another, a symbol of his devotion and worship to her. It was cut from a Themysciran stone. No easy task, not even for Bruce Wayne. Her mother, Queen Hippolyta, had allowed him brief access to the island in order to procure a diamond fit for a goddess. She had finally approved of him, of their love, and she knew Bruce Wayne would be the man to cherish, to care for, to honor her daughter for the rest of his days. It shone in the light of the manor hallway, and just as he snapped the box shut, he heard it. The car had arrived. Diana had arrived.
It was a balmy early, spring night, and Diana Prince was enjoying the fresh breeze on her face as she drove with the top down of her graphite Mercedes-Benz Cabriolet. She tended to be heavy footed on the gas, but the Amazon's reflexes were so quick that the Benz purred under her touch. Whilst so many dwelled on the negative aspects of Gotham, she loved how the air smelled of jasmine, and how when it wasn't raining the moon lit up the city. She could see the lights of Wayne Manor up ahead. It made Diana smile with pride at the beautiful restorations that Bruce and Alfred made to the family estate. She beamed when they consulted her, and always considered her opinion. How things had changed from the time she first set eyes on Bruce Wayne four years, six months and eleven days ago at Lex Luther's party.
The princess remembered the ups and downs of the journey of their relationship as if it was a map to her heart. How he looked in the midnight blue suit when he tried to catch up to her. How handsome and dashing he was in his tux, assuming he knew anything about her, the great detective was off his game that night. She chuckled as she remembered looking at the fake knife of Alexander the Great in it's ornate display, when he came up behind her. It was impossible not the feel the electricity between them; there were sparks instantly.
Diana, along with Bruce and Clark Kent became a Trinity, fighting the grey spiked, Kryptonian monster, Doomsday, together as a team. That was when Bruce found out who she really was, Wonder Woman. The more they were together the more intrigued Diana became. But it was in the grief of losing Kal-El where they opened up and were able to mourn together. Little by little, they both spoke about their pasts. The universe was hurting with the loss of Superman, and Diana and Bruce leaned on each other more. They worked together to form a team of meta-humans to be ready for whatever evil faced the world. Wonder Woman knew she could face any battle with Batman by her side.
Four years, six months and eleven days today, Diana thinks as she closes the door to her car. She smoothed her dark hair that became tussled from the wind. She dressed with care as she always did when she was seeing Bruce Wayne. She wore a turquoise, sheath dress, exquisitely cut from a jersey fabric, and turquoise tribal Indian jewelry. Diana's heart swelled with love as she walked up the Ivy-covered steps of Wayne Manor. Her face was rose and flush, her dark eyes sparkled, and her smile was enchanting. It took her over a hundred years, but Diana was head over heels in love. Not only that, her mother loved him too. She didn't know how he did it, but Hippolyta gave her blessing to their relationship. She stood at the front door and was grateful for the many blessings Hera has bestowed her with, but Bruce Wayne was one of the finest she thought as she rang the doorbell.
The church like chime of the doorbell rang, echoing in the long halls and hardwood walls of Wayne Manor. Bruce took a breath. Then another. Then another. It was time. Slipping the box back into his pocket he began the long walk to the door. It seemed like forever as all their memories ran through his mind. Stopping by the large gold framed mirror, he checked his hair, his tie, his smile, and took one more deep breath.
In a moment he’d open the door and pull her in. In a moment his worries, his doubts, his world would float away, and she’d replace it with theirs. If she said yes, they’d share this life together. If she said yes, she’d be his and he’d be hers. His hand gripped the handle, pulling it open and taking a step back to admire her. The setting sun behind her lit her up, giving her a halo. She was an angel. She was his angel. His large hand grabbed hers, pulling her in, embracing her in his strong, protective, arms, with no sign of letting go.
Their night, like all the others had been wonderful. Dinner by candlelight in the great dining hall of Wayne Manor, where Bruce would eat with his family. Dancing close, cheek to cheek, in the ballroom to the soothing voice of Sinatra, and finally sharing soft kisses over chocolate covered strawberries on the couch in the den. Finally, Bruce stood, taking her hand once more and leading her out to the gardens of the stately Wayne home.
They walked along the cobblestone steps, through the lilies and sakura trees. They stepped through the ivy archways and stopped to smell the roses, the tulips, the beautiful chrysanthemums. Their destination, the gazebo in the center of the yard was lit up with hanging blue, red, and white lights. Again, they shared another dance, his arms around her waist, hers around his neck. They stood, swaying to the notes, staring into each other’s eyes, letting both of them know just how much they loved each other with a single gaze.
A gaze wasn't enough though. Bruce needed to give her a symbol, a token of his undying love and devotion of worship of her. As the song ended, he placed a passionate kiss on her lips and reached into his pocket. The setting sun now set, the stars and moon of Gotham smiling down on them, he knelt on one knee and presented the box, opening it.
“Since the day I laid my eyes on you, four years, six months, eleven days ago, you never left my mind. You’re everything I ever wanted, and everything I didn’t know I wanted. I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life with you, holding you, cherishing you, being yours. Diana Prince, on this Valentine Day, will you marry me?”
Bruce Wayne had made the ghost of Steve Trevor disappear into many happy memories, locked away into a neat compartment in her full heart. Diana now belonged body and soul to her tall, handsome, dark knight. Her life changed when his warm lips pressed against hers for the first time. There was no use denying to herself what was so obvious to everyone else. She was head over heels in love with her partner and teammate. From that day she never looked back and brimmed with pride at all she and Bruce had accomplished.
The Gotham dark knight was on bended knee, proposing to his princess after earning the blessing of the Amazonian queen. A fairy tale? Perhaps? But Diana Prince was no ordinary woman, and Bruce Wayne was no ordinary man. Diana's dark eyes reflected the largest emerald cut diamond she had ever seen. It was so radiant that it sparkled from the shimmer of the moon light. She let out a large gasp and jumped into Bruce's arms, wrapping herself around him whilst covering him with kisses.
" Of course I'll marry you, Bruce. " Diana gushed happily, her Themysciran accent becoming more pronounced. " I feel as if I've always loved you, I feel like I belong, I want to spend my life embracing you with warmth and love. I want us to thread our lives together and respect our past. You're everything to me Bruce, and I knew I wanted to marry you four years, six months and eleven days ago. "