Hi All, it's been a really long time since I've written anything, but I'm back with a new fic. I'm still trying to get back into Master Commander, but for now give this one a try and let me know what you think. It's AU with BM/WW Pairing. Thanks!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters.

"Many of us crucify ourselves between two thieves - regret for the past and fear of the future."

-Fulton Oursler

Lower East Side – New York

She squinted her eyes as she raised her hand up to the sun to block the light. It was an unusually hot day in Themyscira, the clouds had retreated and left the Amazon's vulnerable to the torturous rays. Diana reached around to her back and sought out her canteen, her throat felt constricted as the moisture started to evaporate from her very lips. As her fingers wrapped around her canteen, she felt something cold crawl up her arm. Diana gasped as she realized they were someone's fingers and quickly withdrew her hand, but the fingers clung to her tightly and held her hand there. The princess tried to turn her head to glance at the intruder, but the cold began to take over all her senses. Her neck, once burning, was now infested with icicles; her azure eyes, glazed over with frost; and her lips became embossed with crystals as she cried out in the fainted voice, "Bru-".

Diana jolted out of bed, warm droplets of sweat clinging onto every inch of her body. She shook in anxiety as she felt the cold air from her dream leave her body with every rapid breath she took. She felt a hand reach out to her back and she flinched instinctively.

"Hey, you okay?" a deep raspy voice called out to her as the bedside lamp was switched on to the dimmest setting. Diana turned slightly, seeking out his steel blue eyes, but instead she was met emerald ones.

"Yeah, sorry… I just had a bad dream that's all," she lowered her eyes, slightly ashamed at herself. She couldn't bear to look at her fiancé in the eyes, especially not after her dream. The blanket shuffled as Tom moved himself closer to his fiancée. He reached out and gently rubbed her arms as he pulled her into his arms.

"It's only a dream baby, I'm here for you," He gave her arm a tight squeeze, "What was it about?"

She turned her gaze to him and gave a halfhearted grin, "I wish I could tell you, I don't really remember it,"

Tom chuckled as he planted a light kiss on her cheek, "see? It's just a dream. C'mon let's go back to sleep, we both have work tomorrow,"

He pulled her back down into the bed with him as he wrapped his arms protectively around her. It only took a few seconds before Diana heard him start to snore lightly. She wrapped her fingers around his forearm and gave it a tight squeeze before tightly closing her eyes and biting back the tears.

-4 hours later-

"I'll see you later?" Tom called out to Diana as he grabbed his briefcase and thermos from the table, "I'm not sure if I can make it for dinner tonight, but I'll try my best,"

"Yeah, sounds good to me," Diana replied as she walked up to him with a smile. She patted down his suit collar as she gave him a light kiss on the lips, "I'll be okay on my own, don't worry"

"Me? Worry?! Don't be silly babe, I'm never worried, especially not when it comes to you," he replied sarcastically, "But seriously, it's like you're some kind of super woman, I never have to worry about you,"

Diana sheepishly grinned as she inwardly cringed, if only he knew that he hit the nail on the head with that one.

"Bye!" He waved with his thermos in his hand as he walked out the apartment door.

Diana closed the door and leaned her back against it as she sighed, the day had just begun but she was already so exhausted. A few minutes earlier, the firm had sent out a message to all their employees that they would be closed for a few days due to a large project that was in the works. Diana wasn't sure what it was, but she assumed it was a merger since smaller law offices had them pretty often nowadays. Crime was at an all-time low, there were strict rules and regulations, it also helped that Lex Luthor had successfully constructed a device that would disable meta-human powers and Dr Fate had created an anti-magic bubble. Though the cost of peace was not cheap, it was well worth it. She admits that she misses the world of superheroes and missions, but she was finally able to settle down like a normal civilian. The ability to work a normal job and get engaged was a luxury she never had as Wonder Woman. But she couldn't help but miss the team, the friendships and relationships she had with her fellow heroes. Nowadays, they all live their own lives like normal people, and just like normal people, they started to fade away from one another over time. Perhaps the sacrifices were greater than she initially expected.

Suddenly, an idea popped into Diana's head. Maybe she would reach out to an old colleague and do some catching up. She scurried to her room and grabbed her phone from the night stand before laying down on her bed. Scrolling through her contact list, she began to think of small moments she had with all the people she hadn't been in contact with. Dinah, Ollie, Barry, Arthur, the list went on and on. She couldn't decide who she should reach out to so she pulled her finger straight down the list so it rolled down on it's own, she closed her eyes and plopped her finger back down on her phone screen, and selected a random candidate. The contact card that opened up read, "Billy Batson". She immediately shook her head as she clicked back and spun the list once more.

"This one," She declared as she placed her finger back on the phone screen. This time the name of the contact card was blocked by her hand. She lifted her finger to see who it was, and immediately felt her heart drop as she read the name out loud, "Bruce,"

Diana pursed her lips as she tried to decide what she should do. Originally, she intended on calling the person to see if they were available to grab lunch. But Billy Batson was still way too young and immature to even hold up a conversation with, and Bruce... well Bruce had intruded her dreams and thoughts earlier and she wasn't sure if she could face him. However, it has been over two years since they last saw each other in person. It would be nice to catch up, after all he used to be one of her best friends. She let out a deep sigh as she decided to just shoot him a simple text just to see if he'd even reply:

Hi.

She immediately threw her phone to the other side of her bed as she felt her heart start to pound and regret started to fill her inside out. Maybe she should've thought it through, knowing Bruce he's probably too busy to even meet up for a cup of coffee.

"ughhh" she grunted as she grabbed her pillow and pressed her face up against it. Was she wrong to have texted him? She had a weird dream about Bruce, but she was genuinely happy with and engaged to Tom. Things were great between the two of them, so was she ruining that by reaching out to Bruce? No, she began to assure herself, this was just two old colleagues meeting up to talk about their separate lives. To make it even less awkward, she decided to reach out to Clark as well to see if he would be interested in the three of them meeting up.

Diana smiled as she sent Clark the text, the last time she saw any of them was at Clark's wedding 2 years ago. Him and Lois had tied the knot in a small ceremony in the backyard of his family's farm back in Kansas. That was the happiest she had ever seen him, everything was perfect. He was with the woman he loved, surrounded by the ones he cherished. She couldn't help but hope that one day she would be in the same position that Clark was, except with Tom. Her phone chimed, and she reached out to see who texted her.

Hey Diana! I'd love to grab lunch with you and Bruce, do you have a place in mind?

She texted him back,

I'm thinking the Diner on 4th? Bruce hasn't replied to me yet so I think it's just the two of us, hope that's okay.

The text bubble popped up as soon as she sent it, she smiled as she thought about how some things never change. Clark was as responsive as ever.

Oh yeah, we haven't been there in ages! That's okay, we can catch up with him some other time.

As soon as she confirmed the time and place with Clark, she slid off the bed and hopped into the shower.

-Few Hours Later-

Diana quickly weaved through the massive crowd of people as she tried to get to the café on the corner of 4th Street as fast possible. She was running late and it was the stupid subways fault. She couldn't help but wish that she still had her powers, gods that would solve more than half of her problems.

"Excuse me," She said aloud as she tried to pass by an older man,

"Watch it lady!" The grumpy pedestrian snarled as he shoved her as she squeezed by.

Diana wanted so badly to say something back to him, but she was pressed on time. So instead, she simply rolled her eyes and continued to cross the street and into the Diner where Clark waited for her. She spotted Clark immediately, he towered above everybody in that diner. Regardless of whether he was in his Superman or civilian attire, he stuck out due to his large build. Diana forgot how harmless he always looked as a civilian even though he used to be one of the most powerful beings in the universe.

As soon as Clark looked up and saw Diana making her way towards him, a giant smile painted itself on his face. He got up out of the booth to give her a big hug. Diana found herself smiling ear to ear as he wrapped his big arms around her and squeezed tightly.

"Missed you so much Diana!" he said as he let go of her and took a step back to get a good look at her face, "you look great,"

"Missed you too Clark, you don't look so bad yourself," she patted his back as she motioned for him to take a seat. As she sat down in the booth and opened up the menu, she couldn't help but notice that Clark was still looking at her.

"Is something wrong?" She asked suddenly concerned. He shook his head as he took a sip of his coffee.

"You just seem to be in a good place," He grinned knowingly, "are you seeing somebody?"

Diana felt the instant rush of blood flow to her cheeks, was it that easy to tell? She subconsciously looked down at her right hand. Clark's eyes trailed down to where her focus laid and he couldn't help but gasp in shock.

"You're engaged?!" He shouted unable to contain both his excitement and surprise. Diana looked around the Diner in hopes that her friend hadn't embarrassed her in front of everyone, but to her dismay the entire restaurant had their eyes on her.

"Sorry, I just…wow… how long have you been engaged for? And to who?" He spoke quickly, unable to process how much has happened in the past two years they haven't seen each other.

"I don't think you've ever met him, his names Tom and it's only been a couple of months,"

"How come this is the first I'm hearing of this?"

"Sorry," She apologized sheepishly, "everybody was so busy with their lives at that point, I guess I didn't feel like it was something worth bringing up,"

"Diana, of course it is, we're your friends," Clark placed his hand over hers in a comforting motion, "I'm so happy for you,"

"Thanks Clark," She loved that about him, he was so understanding and kind. During their time as team members she never felt like she had to hide anything from him, he was indefinitely one of her most trusted and loyal friends.

"Does Bruce know? Or were you planning on telling him today?" He asked as he took another sip of his coffee. Diana sat back into the seat and let out a small sigh.

"I haven't told him…not sure if I ever will," She looked down to her side. Clark was one of the very few people that knew of the history between her and Bruce. There wasn't much romantic history, but it was much more of a dramatic and regret-filled past. It might just be better if Bruce were to find out from someone else that she was engaged to Tom. She also felt that he probably wouldn't care all that much.

"You should," Clark gently squeezed her hand and tilted his head to grab her attention once more, "He'd be so happy for you,"

Diana suddenly felt a singe of pain and angst in her chest, she wasn't sure if she wanted Bruce to be happy for her. She wasn't sure why, but it just felt like some sort of defeat to her.

Clark noticed how she tensed up after his comment about Bruce. Sensing that it was still an uneasy topic for her he decided to change the conversation up.

"Lois is expecting," His voice was swimming in excitement and happiness. Diana looked up at him with bright and excited eyes,

"By the gods, how far along is she?!" Diana felt the past scars of Bruce shed away as she was now filled with excitement for Clark and Lois.

"She's 3 months in, but she's showing more and more every day," He grinned, "He's gonna be a boy,"

"You can tell already?" Diana asked curiously, his x-ray vision was long gone so she was curious as to how he could possibly know the gender already.

"No, but I have a feeling it's going to be,"

"Oh Clark," Diana laughed at his excitement, "You're bound to love them the same regardless of their gender,"

"Yeah I know, but I just want a boy," He rubbed the back of his neck with his hand embarrassingly, "Lois wants a girl though,"

"Regardless, I'm happy for you," Diana shot him a genuine smile that reflected the happiness she felt for the both of them. After all they've been through they deserved to be happy. She's so glad they found each other, it was always as though they were meant for one another. Their conversation continued on over their lunch, filled with surprises, laughs and a feeling of comfort. But throughout their catch-up session, Diana couldn't help but wish that Bruce had made an appearance no matter how short and painful it would've been.

-3 days later-

"Hey babe, your phone's ringing," Tom called out from the bathroom as he styled his blonde waves into a neat comb over, "It's on the bed,"

Diana rushed into the bedroom and saw the caller ID on her phone read 'Jack', it was her boss from the law firm.

"Good Morning," She answered,

"Hey Diana, sorry for calling you so early, but I was wondering if you could come into the office as soon as possible. We're discussing the closing procedures for the acquisition and we would love to have your input on some matters,"

'Acquisition?' Diana thought to herself perplexingly, she originally thought it was a merger, but didn't think it would be an acquisition. She wasn't concerned if her job was on the line, she was the best at what she did. She had focused her law career in diversity and equality in the work force, which was in rising demand after the depowering of meta's and magical beings.

"Diana?" Jack's voice brought her back to the present phone conversation, "You there?"

"Hi Jack, yeah of course! I'll come in as soon as I can. Give me about 30 minutes?" She reached a hand out to Tom and he knowingly handed her a hairbrush.

"Perfect, see you soon!" Jack was an older gentleman with a young spirit. He was easily excited about a lot of things and his infinite passion rubbed off on those around her, including Diana. She had loved the energy he exuded and found herself passionate about the things he was.

She hung up the phone and started brushing her long raven waves as she walked over to her drawer to pick out her outfit.

"They called you in last minute?" Tom asked as he walked up behind her and gave her a tight hug,

"Yeah, something about needing my help with the acquisition," Diana put her brush down and turned to face him,

"Acquisition? Doesn't that mean Jack might not be your boss anymore? You love the guy," Tom kissed her on the cheek as his green orbs focused on her blue ones.

"Not nearly as much as I love you," she smiled as she kissed him gently, "I have to get ready,"

She lightly pushed him back as she got ready, it's been a few days since she's been at work and everything already felt so different.

-1 Hour Later-

"There she is!" Jack's voice rang through the meeting room as they saw Diana turn into the doorway.

"Sorry if I'm late," Diana sincerely apologized as she put on a polite smile. She surveyed the room and saw all the partners sitting on one side of the table. Jack was seated at the head of the table since he was the primary of the firm. The other side of the table was empty except for one man who wore a hood that covered his face. He had a strange appearance about him, he was wearing a nicely tailored suit but with a hood attached to the collar of it.

"You're not to worry, we're still waiting on others," Jack assured her as he motioned for her to take a seat at the other end of the table. As she took a seat, she heard one of the partners who goes by the name Sim, clear his throat. A noticeable look of distaste hovered on his face, his eyes were narrow as he glared at the strange hooded man.

As she took a seat, she noticed the other two partners were also looking a bit grim. What was going on?

"Ah, the man of the hour! There he is!" Jack shot up out of his seat with the biggest smile on his face as he walked over to the door to greet the man.

Diana stayed still as she continued to examine the expressions of the partners and tried to gauge exactly what was happening before she took action.

"Jack, sorry I'm late, did I make you wait long?" An unforgettable sharp baritone voice shot through Diana's ears as she froze, wide-eyed in her seat, "You know how I am with morning meetings,"

She mentally tried to claw her way out of her paralyzed state, but found it impossible. There was no way her instincts were wrong…that voice, that deep baritone voice that made every inch of her body tremble. It had to be him.

"Don't worry we all know about the compelling night life you lead," Jack laughed as he shook his hand excitedly, "Oh! This is Diana Prince-our in-house specialist, the one we've been telling you about,"

A broad hand was extended in her direction, it took every bit of her willpower to simply turn her head to look at his hand.

"Diana Prince was it?" Every word he elicited from his lips had her heart pounding harder and harder. She shifted her gaze up and into his steel blue eyes - the ones that bore into her soul like no other. The eyes that drew out the light in hers and made her feel like she was falling into an infinite cycle of both excitement and pain. The ones that belonged to no other than…

"Bruce Wayne,"