So, this is it for this story. I didn't want to drag out a story and really go nowhere with it, so i hope you guys are satisfied with the ending! I have another BMWW story in the works, but at this point, it's based more heavily on comics continuity than anything else. We'll see how that goes...

Also, since I spaced on doing it for the rest of the story: I own nothing!

Anway, enjoy!

Batman had an alarm set in his system, which conveniently went off just as he returned to the manor. Waller wouldn't ever stop, but his visit would at least make her re-evaluate her methods, in turn which buying him some time to beat her at her own game.

Stepping out of the plane, Bruce reached opened the comm. link channel. "Batman to Watchtower," he said.

"Watchtower to Batman. What can I do for you?" Mr. Terrific answered.

"One for transport," he answered. "You got it," came the reply.

Diana stirred, but had yet to wake up. Bruce was the only one is the med bay now, as Clark had left a few minutes after Bruce returned to see Lois and check in at the Planet. He knew Clark would want to be there when she woke up, and was actually pretty surprised he hadn't returned. And then, he saw J'onn walk by the glass doors, peering in to make sure Diana wasn't alone. Of course. He really should give the Martian more credit. He knew more than he let on.

Realizing he had Diana to himself for the time being, Batman disabled the security camera and pulled the curtain around them to hide the pair from view. Taking his seat, he removed the cowl. While she'd be happy to see him no matter what, Batman knew Diana would rather wake up to Bruce than the Bat.

He ran a hand through his hair. He really hadn't let the worry hit him until now. Which, in retrospect, was ridiculous. She was healthy; in fact, she was about to wake up. She would be okay. But that didn't keep Bruce from stressing. She could've been killed. That was the intention. If the perpetrators had been less competent, which was a distinct possibility when dealing with CADMUS plans, he would be visiting her grave right now.

But he was being morose, and Diana hated that. You're insufferable when you're brooding, Bruce.

Bruce was snapped out of his thoughts as Diana stirred once more, her eyes opening. Her eyes were cloudy at first as she searched the room. Landing on Bruce's warm eyes, Diana's own eyes lit up as she smiled.

"Rise and shine, Princess," Bruce said softly. "How are you feeling?"

"Like I was impaled by a metal rod," she answered dryly.

"Imagine that," Bruce replied, her sarcasm causing him to smirk. "I must be rubbing off on you." Diana grinned.

"Don't remind me."

"I could imagine worse fates," Bruce replied feigning hurt. Diana chuckled. She tried to say something, but her voice cracked. Being unconscious for a couple of days certainly left one's throat dry. Before Diana could think to ask, Bruce was handing her a cup of tea, unsurprisingly at the perfect temperature.

"Alfred said it was your favorite brew," Bruce added. Taking it gladly, Diana finished the entire cup in less than a minute.

"Thank you," she said, voice mostly back to normal. However, the warmth left her voice as she addressed the reason she was in the med-bay in the first place.

"I trust you're on the trail of this heist," Diana said seriously as she sat up. Bruce, placing a hand on her shoulder directing her back onto the bed. "Please Princess, you know me better than that."

Diana shrugged off his hand, stepping off the bed. Realizing his mission was futile, Bruce chose to move to her side as she stumbled while getting her bearings. More receptive to his help this time around, Diana placed a hand on his forearm to stabilize herself. She didn't even bother to ask the question.

"You already know," she stated.

"CADMUS orchestrated the heist," Bruce began, in answer to her statement. "They targeted you to test the League's response to loss," he continued, the anger creeping into his previously warm voice. Diana looked at him with confusion.

"But the Flash was the catalyst to the creation of the Justice Lords," Diana replied. "My death wouldn't have had the same effect."

"Amanda Waller didn't know that," he replied. "All she knew was someone everybody loved died and the League went rogue." Diana didn't look like she bought his theory.

Batman grabbed Diana's hands in his own, resting them on his chest, which brought her closer. Despite being in the sterile, cold room, Diana was as warm as ever, making Bruce realize just how much he missed her presence in the couple days she hadn't been with him.

"This is a different world Princess. You underestimate the love and respect you've earned." Diana looked at him skeptically as she kissed his cheek. This is one of the things he loved about her. She was so humble, in that way almost naïve. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever known, and she had no idea. She was one of the most loved members in the league, and naturally, she was utterly oblivious. This was one of the few circumstances where he found cluelessness endearing. Bruce was pulled out of his reverie by a grumbling sound.

Diana and Bruce laughed. "Dinner at the manor. Half an hour," Bruce stated.

"And if I say no?" Diana said, smirking.

"You'd break Alfred's heart. Besides, it doesn't sound like you're in a position to turn down a home-cooked meal," Bruce replied lightly. Diana smiled, going in for a quick peck as Bruce turned to leave.

"I could use an escort to my quarters," Diana said with an impish grin. "I'm feeling awfully faint."

Bruce, putting the cowl on, smirked as he met Diana's stride out of the med-bay. It was about two minutes to Diana's room. As she entered the entry code, she looked down the hallway to make sure there were no passers by. Seeing the coast was clear, Bruce took Diana's outstretched hand and followed her into the room. As the door closed behind them, Bruce switched channels on the comm. link.

"Alfred, set the dining room for two," he said quietly as Diana pulled down his cowl once more. Diana looked at him like a huntress who had finally caught her prey.

"Let's see if we can't delay that stew another hour or so," he quickly added. Bruce quickly disconnected, running his hands through her hair, kissing her fiercely.

Back on Earth, a very happy butler smirked, turning down the fire under the pot of bubbling stew.