"Urrrr." Bruce grounded. He fell hard on something. He didn't land on his keys so he figured the gem.
Lucky his cape was made of a durable material that didn't let the crushed up crystals penetrate him.
Diana's eyes fluttered open.
"Easy." Bruce leaned over her.
"What happened?" She rubbed a bump on her head. A tiny stripe of blood on her hand.
"Wait." Bruce traces in the back of his belt and pulled out a bandaid.
"I didn't know you had those." Diana raised an eyebrow with a sharp pain.
"Well. Dick can be dramatic at times and ever since I just carried bandais around."
"Ah."
Bruce got close, face to face. He focused on putting the bandaid on while Diana tried not to blush too hard. It wasn't working.
When he was done. They stayed for a moment both scared of what unconscious move they where going to make. But it turned to an awkward moment of silence.
Then both of them pulled away.
"So..." Bruce rubbed the back of his neck.
"So..." Diana brushes back a piece of hair.
"We are in some labranth trap. Set off. Form the gem."
They both turned to the pile of of dust that used to be a gem.
"Yeah. Let's just say I didn't land on my keys." Bruce rubbed the back of his neck.
Diana laughed. "You make jokes now?"
"Well.."
Damian's voice echoed in the chamber. "Your other left! Jason!"
"Stop yelling at me!"
"Tim go right! Dick stay where you are! Jason keep going straight."
Bruce harried his face in his hand.
"So those are you sons?" Diana asked.
"In a way yes. Three are u took under my wing and the one yelling orders is my blood son."
Diana's eyes went wide. "Blood son?" In her mind she thought.
Blood son. So that means biological. Like super meets egg. Or something like that. Male anatomy is weird and the reproductive organs are weird.
Before she could catch herself she asked, "with who?"
"It's a long story." Bruce sighed. He reached in his Utility belt and pulled out his grabbing hook.
Diana has a confused look on her face. "That doesn't work here remember. Your gadgets where deactivated."
"My guess the gem's power disabled my gadgets. Now that... I em... it's crushed. Your powers and my tools should work."
YOU ARE READING
A wish a heart makes {wonderbat}
RomansaA heart is a delegate thing. Think of it as paper. It's always there, and sometimes we forget that. We can write all our feelings on it, But only some of it will bleed threw, You can crumple it up, And flatten it out again, But it will never be...
