Ok guys, this is the last chapter. The feedback for this chapter was unsuprisingly unanimous, but I just wanted to double check. This chapter is rated M so youngsters, look away. Otherwise enjoy, and thanks for all the support and feedback! You have all been wonderful readers! Also in about three weeks I will post an edited version of the entire story all as one last chapter. Thanks and love you all!

P.S. Look for the Batgirl one-shot in a month or two if you're interested.

P.S.S. This is the smuttiest thing I've ever written so sorry if its terrible.

Diana POV:

It had taken a few weeks of discussion to decide to move back into Wayne Manor. Bruce said he had left the Manor because he wanted to be on his own for awhile, and he didn't want his sisters finding out about him being Batman. At this point though both of those things had been scratched out.

A few more weeks of finding time to pack and move had brought us to here. Bruce's apartment was already cleared out, and the keys returned. All that was left in my apartment was Athena and a few small boxes.

I was looking around at the apartment one last time. Memories flood through my head. So much more happened here then I would have ever expected.

"Diana, are you ready?" Bruce calls from the doorway, and I'm broken from my reverie.

Glancing around the apartment I nod, and I can feel myself start to grin.

Bruce picks up the boxes, and I grab Athena. Then we head downstairs to return my keys.

A few hours later

I sigh with relief as Bruce and I head toward the kitchen. We had just finished unpacking, and now we were going to drink some champagne to celebrate.

Bruce takes off the cork, pouring us each a glass.

"Bruce, I have a toast," I say. He nods and I continue. "To us."

"To love," Bruce says, his eyes gleaming with excitement. Its a nice look on him.

We clink glasses and drink while making small talk about some of the little rearrangements we still had to do.

When we are done with our drinks Bruce says, "Stay here. I have a surprise for you, but I need a minute to set it up."

I nod, and he takes off at a fast walk. While I wait I let my mind wander about what it could be, and I can't help but hope its what I think it is.

He comes back a few minutes later. He comes up from behind and places his hands over my eyes.

"Bruce what're you doing?" I can't help the excitement in my voice.

"Just don't peek and let me lead you, ok?"

"I promise."

With that he leads me upstairs, but beside that I can't tell. The Manor has a surprisingly complex layout that I still haven't quite memorized it.

I hear a door open and then Bruce lowers his hands from my eyes and places them around my waist.

I gasp as I take in the view. Its the master bedroom, and the only light is coming from the steady flicker of dozens of candles. Baby blue rose petals are scattered on the enormous bed's silk sheets.

I turn in Bruce's grasp to face him.

"Diana we don't have to do this if you're not ready or don't wa-"

I kiss him fiercely, not giving him a chance to finish. Bruce has no idea how bad I want this.

I close the door behind Bruce, pushing him up against it. We kiss for a while pushing back and forth against each other.

Eventually he pushes me over so I'm against the wall. The doorframe is right in my back forcing me to arch into Bruce. Holding the advantage now he tears his lips from mine and starts nibbling on one of my ears and then down my neck, and I can feel my legs go weak. His hands start sliding down from the back of my neck to my waist. A few kisses later he slides them under my shirt and bra. He cups my breasts and starts making frustratingly slow circles with his thumb on them.

I start unbuttoning his shirt, but my hands keep fumbling. I finally decide to just rip it off, and I can hear Bruce growl a little in response. He takes up the challenge and pulls my tank top off over my head. The only reason he doesn't get my bra off is because I beat him to it.

Bruce picks me up in his arms and carries me over to the bed, setting me down on my back. He starts kissing me on the collarbone and goes from his tantalizing circles to massaging my breasts.

I snake my hands down his chest and loop my fingers around the edges of his pants. I hesitate for a second before sliding them down his legs. His underwear follow a second later, and his erection becomes very evident. I get distracted for a moment as I take in Bruce in his full glory. Then Bruce's mouth moves down to my breasts and I find a new distraction as I arch into his lips.

I run my fingers across the different scars on Bruce's chest as he slowly starts kissing lightly down the middle of my stomach. When he reaches the edge of my shorts he stops for a minute, looking up at me. I cover his hands with mine and guide them from their tight grip on my waist to the edge of my pants. Given permission he pulls them down, sliding down with them.

He starts kissing up the inside of my right leg. When he reaches the edge of my opening I'm breathing hard. He stops though and slides back up to kiss me again and I groan in frustration. He answers though and starts rubbing my clit with his thumb. This time the groan that comes out is one of pleasure.

I can feel the heat pooling down my body, and I manage to get out "Bruce...inside...now."

He nods and immediately shifts into a better position and slowly lowers himself into me. I gasp as I feel all of him fill me. It hurts for a second, but the pain quickly turns into pleasure as he starts up a slow rhythm.

I grab onto his back to get leverage before I start answering his slow thrusts. A few thrusts later and I flip him over so I'm on top. From here, I'm able to speed up our rhythm. Bruce digs his hands into my ass trying to pull me further and further down onto him. Our limbs tangle in a sweaty mess, the only sound is our bodies, our moans, and our lusty, breathless words.

When I start to feel myself shake, I let Bruce roll me back over. He drives into me a few more times and I feel myself fall apart. Bruce follows me into the abyss of pleasure a few moments later and falls against me as we both ride out the aftermath, moaning out each other's names.

Bruce recovers first and lifts himself a little off of me before kissing me lightly.

"Diana that was wonderful..."

Breathlessly I say, "was the joke really necessary Bruce?"

Realizing what he had said he smiles even more at me. "Fine. It was perfect."

He leans down and kisses me softly again.

Eventually he rolls off from above me, and melds his body against the back of mine.

"I love you Diana," he whispers, his lips brushing against my ear.

"I love you Bruce."

Bruce POV:

I stroke Diana's hair as she falls asleep. I love this woman so much, and I finally feel...happy. I fall asleep with a smile on my face.