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                                “Midnight Hunts”
                                             A bm/ww fanfic, for Jason

        “So…I thought you had no time to waste on any kind of trivial things such as balls …or let’s say….relationships.”
          The young playboy turned around to be greeted by the familiar face of a fair skinned woman that possessed eyes, the colour of a clear, blue, winter morning sky. For a second, a shadow of guilt littered his handsome face, but he was instantly back to what the world regarded as normal.
         He swiftly abandoned his glass of champagne on one of the many silver trays, startling the waiter who was carrying it, and flashed her one of his most dashing smiles while gently placing an arm around her waist.
        “You know I never miss a good party Diana!” Exclaimed Bruce Wayne in amusement.
        “Indeed.”
        She let him guide her to the cool, night air of the balcony, constantly eyeing him but never quite in the eyes. Diana was left with a sensation of comfort now that finally most party noises were left behind. It was all so peaceful, and yet she couldn’t fit in, yet. That is to say, she wouldn’t allow herself to settle for what she got and fit in. First, his hold loosened… and then, his voice deepened….
      “You know I never risk spoiling my cover.” Whispered the Batman. “It is a playboy’s job to be at such events. You know that.”
        The amazon let his arm slip from her waist and taking two steps forward turned around to face him.
       “Do I?” The question had a tone of bitterness, but a hint of anger was clearly creeping in.
       For a minute they stood stone still, while the light which, escaped the ball room, danced on their faces’ plains, abandoning the valleys in shadow. Then the dark knight turned away.
      “I cannot waste any more time discussing this, Diana.”
      “I am afraid you have no choice,” declared the Themyscyrian heiress, shifting her weight on one leg. “Bruce…” she began, but paused to exhale and study the marble floor. When she looked up she could still only see his back against the starry sky of Gotham. “I am not used to hiding such feelings.” Once again she received no obvious reaction.
        She nervously straightened the left strap of her black dress, and lowering her head bit on a nail, painful thoughts bringing a frown on her delicate features. Suddenly, she looked up at the tall figure of the man she longed to know better and a faint grin formed on her rose lips.
        A couple of graceful steps brought her next to his right side and in the way of a refreshing breeze. Diana breathed in hungrily, as if she was taking in courage, and then leaned towards his ear.
      “We can make this work Bruce.” Feeling him shudder at the whisper, she comfortably pressed her slim body against his, gently capping his left cheek with her right palm as he lowered his head. “I am not used to hiding such feelings,” she repeated, and seeing as she was not being pushed away, took a moment to take in his clean cut profile, his shiny and neat black hair, and the provoking scent of his aftershave. “I am not used to being denied,” she said softly, and instinctively leaned in to capture his lips.
      The second he felt her hot breath hit his lips he pushed her away as if she were the most repulsive creature on earth.
      “And I am not used to being your game princess!” he shouted at her, a few strands of hair falling in his eyes while he trembled in rage. The raven haired heroine was startled at first. It was not everyday you saw the Batman lose his nerve, let alone Bruce Wayne. But then, her head was stormed with suppressed thoughts. Thoughts that had been buried for an unhealthy amount of time under a mountain of patience. Thoughts that were better left unsaid, but craved to be spoken through soft lips. Thoughts that were painful…and dark.
        She instantly struck back as if spitting venom.
        “Game?” she cried “Game? Who’s playing games Bruce? I never wanted to play games, but you just won’t give me a chance to….” She paused and lowered her voice as she felt hot tears of frustration slide from her dark eyelashes. “You won’t give me a chance to show you a better life.”
          Gotham’s knight did not even flinch. Instead he walked to the balcony edge and held tightly onto the railing. Diana followed. The city lay at their feet, wild, beautiful and untamed. Millions of small lights were decorating its dark alleys, squares and buildings, creating an illusion of safety. But he knew. He knew.
       “There is no better life for me. Only Gotham and the hope that one day no eight year old boy will ever lose his parents again because of some punk with a gun.”
      “And then?” The words that so easily escaped her lips were cold and challenging.
      “When?”
      “Don’t play dumb Bruce…oh; it must have at least crossed your mind…what happens afterwards? What happens when Gotham transforms into the safest place on earth?”
      “Then I will have peace.” Diana took a step closer again.
      “Will you?” It felt like a thousand mirrors crashed into his head at the sound of her enquiry, doubts about his entire existence infiltrating to all he had believed to be indisputably real. On the outside, his royal blue orbs remained nailed at the dark city. “You never will Bruce.” She continued. “This is an obsession….a drug…you wear that bat costume of yours and spend the entire night beating up crooks, but it is not for the people….it is for you.” At this he looked away from her, withdrawing his gaze into the darkest corner of the balcony. But she would not stop. Not this time. She also turned away from him, resting her eyes on the dancing figures in the oh so bright dancing hall. “You track them down, beat them up, and for as long as this lasts you can be someone else… you can finally stop pretending… You can numb all that guilt and pain….” She paused and finally their eyes met again. “So even when Gotham is safe Bruce…you won’t have peace…you’ll just look for more reasons to be the Batman… You’ll just continue your hunt.”
     “If you believe all this, why wait for me?” His voice was as steady as ever. It was coming… the old times classic, poisonous lie.
    “Because I love you.”
    But he hated her. For now his mind was infected with strange, foreign ideas, and she was to blame.
    “No you don’t.” He solemnly commented, hardly blinking at all. “You are just used to getting what you are after…and the shear thought of me resisting you is a flame lighter to you princess.” As soon as she had taken the message in, her lips parted slightly, but no word dared emerge. They waited for a while, for nothing in particular, bathing in the cold breeze.
   And then, the air was torn apart by yet another gunshot in one of the close dark alleys. Bruce instantly looked at her, and for the first time that night, she recognised reluctance in his eyes. She nodded. This was his city. It was time for the playboy to give way to the knight.
   He only stopped twice before he left her alone once more. The first time, he stopped to brush a strand of silky hair away from her face. The second was right before he vanished in the crowd when she spoke.
    “I’ll always wait for you.” He looked back, sadly pondering his next move, selecting his words one by one.
   “And then?”
   “When?” The dark knight gave a sigh.
   “It must have crossed your mind. What happens when you have me?”
   “Then I shall have…” She fell silent, with indignation, defeated by her own words.
   “I will leave you now. You’ll just have to continue your hunt, princess.” And then he just disappeared, hastily letting his own reality embrace him again.
    Wonderwoman did not leave for a while. Time had frozen again to her, and so she continued to gaze at his world from the outside, a ghost of him still dwelling in her imagination. Now she hated him back in return.
     Her eyelids shut as she gratefully accepted the gentle caress of the wind. When the windows to her soul were exposed again, they caught the reflection of a passing shadow. Diana instantly experienced a placid smile seeing the Batman in action. She observed him for a while, and then looked up at the moon. He was right. This was a wonderful night for a hunt.

Description
                                “Midnight Hunts”
                                             A bm/ww fanfic, for Jason

        “So…I thought you had no time to waste on any kind of trivial things such as balls …or let’s say….relationships.”
          The young playboy turned around to be greeted by the familiar face of a fair skinned woman that possessed eyes, the colour of a clear, blue, winter morning sky. For a second, a shadow of guilt littered his handsome face, but he was instantly back to what the world regarded as normal.
         He swiftly abandoned his glass of champagne on one of the many silver trays, startling the waiter who was carrying it, and flashed her one of his most dashing smiles while gently placing an arm around her waist.
        “You know I never miss a good party Diana!” Exclaimed Bruce Wayne in amusement.
        “Indeed.”
        She let him guide her to the cool, night air of the balcony, constantly eyeing him but never quite in the eyes. Diana was left with a sensation of comfort now that finally most party noises were left behind. It was all so peaceful, and yet she couldn’t fit in, yet. That is to say, she wouldn’t allow herself to settle for what she got and fit in. First, his hold loosened… and then, his voice deepened….
      “You know I never risk spoiling my cover.” Whispered the Batman. “It is a playboy’s job to be at such events. You know that.”
        The amazon let his arm slip from her waist and taking two steps forward turned around to face him.
       “Do I?” The question had a tone of bitterness, but a hint of anger was clearly creeping in.
       For a minute they stood stone still, while the light which, escaped the ball room, danced on their faces’ plains, abandoning the valleys in shadow. Then the dark knight turned away.
      “I cannot waste any more time discussing this, Diana.”
      “I am afraid you have no choice,” declared the Themyscyrian heiress, shifting her weight on one leg. “Bruce…” she began, but paused to exhale and study the marble floor. When she looked up she could still only see his back against the starry sky of Gotham. “I am not used to hiding such feelings.” Once again she received no obvious reaction.
        She nervously straightened the left strap of her black dress, and lowering her head bit on a nail, painful thoughts bringing a frown on her delicate features. Suddenly, she looked up at the tall figure of the man she longed to know better and a faint grin formed on her rose lips.
        A couple of graceful steps brought her next to his right side and in the way of a refreshing breeze. Diana breathed in hungrily, as if she was taking in courage, and then leaned towards his ear.
      “We can make this work Bruce.” Feeling him shudder at the whisper, she comfortably pressed her slim body against his, gently capping his left cheek with her right palm as he lowered his head. “I am not used to hiding such feelings,” she repeated, and seeing as she was not being pushed away, took a moment to take in his clean cut profile, his shiny and neat black hair, and the provoking scent of his aftershave. “I am not used to being denied,” she said softly, and instinctively leaned in to capture his lips.
      The second he felt her hot breath hit his lips he pushed her away as if she were the most repulsive creature on earth.
      “And I am not used to being your game princess!” he shouted at her, a few strands of hair falling in his eyes while he trembled in rage. The raven haired heroine was startled at first. It was not everyday you saw the Batman lose his nerve, let alone Bruce Wayne. But then, her head was stormed with suppressed thoughts. Thoughts that had been buried for an unhealthy amount of time under a mountain of patience. Thoughts that were better left unsaid, but craved to be spoken through soft lips. Thoughts that were painful…and dark.
        She instantly struck back as if spitting venom.
        “Game?” she cried “Game? Who’s playing games Bruce? I never wanted to play games, but you just won’t give me a chance to….” She paused and lowered her voice as she felt hot tears of frustration slide from her dark eyelashes. “You won’t give me a chance to show you a better life.”
          Gotham’s knight did not even flinch. Instead he walked to the balcony edge and held tightly onto the railing. Diana followed. The city lay at their feet, wild, beautiful and untamed. Millions of small lights were decorating its dark alleys, squares and buildings, creating an illusion of safety. But he knew. He knew.
       “There is no better life for me. Only Gotham and the hope that one day no eight year old boy will ever lose his parents again because of some punk with a gun.”
      “And then?” The words that so easily escaped her lips were cold and challenging.
      “When?”
      “Don’t play dumb Bruce…oh; it must have at least crossed your mind…what happens afterwards? What happens when Gotham transforms into the safest place on earth?”
      “Then I will have peace.” Diana took a step closer again.
      “Will you?” It felt like a thousand mirrors crashed into his head at the sound of her enquiry, doubts about his entire existence infiltrating to all he had believed to be indisputably real. On the outside, his royal blue orbs remained nailed at the dark city. “You never will Bruce.” She continued. “This is an obsession….a drug…you wear that bat costume of yours and spend the entire night beating up crooks, but it is not for the people….it is for you.” At this he looked away from her, withdrawing his gaze into the darkest corner of the balcony. But she would not stop. Not this time. She also turned away from him, resting her eyes on the dancing figures in the oh so bright dancing hall. “You track them down, beat them up, and for as long as this lasts you can be someone else… you can finally stop pretending… You can numb all that guilt and pain….” She paused and finally their eyes met again. “So even when Gotham is safe Bruce…you won’t have peace…you’ll just look for more reasons to be the Batman… You’ll just continue your hunt.”
     “If you believe all this, why wait for me?” His voice was as steady as ever. It was coming… the old times classic, poisonous lie.
    “Because I love you.”
    But he hated her. For now his mind was infected with strange, foreign ideas, and she was to blame.
    “No you don’t.” He solemnly commented, hardly blinking at all. “You are just used to getting what you are after…and the shear thought of me resisting you is a flame lighter to you princess.” As soon as she had taken the message in, her lips parted slightly, but no word dared emerge. They waited for a while, for nothing in particular, bathing in the cold breeze.
   And then, the air was torn apart by yet another gunshot in one of the close dark alleys. Bruce instantly looked at her, and for the first time that night, she recognised reluctance in his eyes. She nodded. This was his city. It was time for the playboy to give way to the knight.
   He only stopped twice before he left her alone once more. The first time, he stopped to brush a strand of silky hair away from her face. The second was right before he vanished in the crowd when she spoke.
    “I’ll always wait for you.” He looked back, sadly pondering his next move, selecting his words one by one.
   “And then?”
   “When?” The dark knight gave a sigh.
   “It must have crossed your mind. What happens when you have me?”
   “Then I shall have…” She fell silent, with indignation, defeated by her own words.
   “I will leave you now. You’ll just have to continue your hunt, princess.” And then he just disappeared, hastily letting his own reality embrace him again.
    Wonderwoman did not leave for a while. Time had frozen again to her, and so she continued to gaze at his world from the outside, a ghost of him still dwelling in her imagination. Now she hated him back in return.
     Her eyelids shut as she gratefully accepted the gentle caress of the wind. When the windows to her soul were exposed again, they caught the reflection of a passing shadow. Diana instantly experienced a placid smile seeing the Batman in action. She observed him for a while, and then looked up at the moon. He was right. This was a wonderful night for a hunt.