Waking up to company was the last thing to expect for either of them. Yet when Diana awoke, her arm reached across the bed and found nothing there. (Y/n) was absent from the room which brought little worry to commence a panic when she found her sword and shield leaning against the wall beside the bathroom.

Throwing the quilt off her body, Diana got up and changed into decent clothes before making her way into (Y/n)'s room to check up on him. In the adjoining room, the princess entered (Y/n)'s room where she found him in a brown suit struggling to tie his tie. Without a word spoken, Diana walked over to (Y/n) and faced him so that she could fix his tie for him.

"Thanks," said (Y/n) coyly. "How did you sleep last night?"

"Very well, considerably. It's just a... n-never mind. You plan on going somewhere this morning?" Diana replied in a honeyed tone when she kissed his cheek. "Happy Birthday."

"Hey. You remembered. Would you like to accompany me down for breakfast?"

"I'd love to. I'll not be five minutes."

Returning to her room to dress decently, five minutes had passed until Diana accompanied (Y/n) downstairs to the dining room. Few guests occupied separate tables all across the room which didn't seem hard to find a spot to occupy before they took their orders and awaited their meals.

"So, what do you have planned for today?" (Y/n) asked politely.

Diana hummed and nodded. "I hear there is an art gallery that just accustomed a famous painting by Van Gogh from eighteen eighty-eight."

"That's... interesting."

"You do not seem keen--"

"Oh, no. I'll go. So long as I'm with you, y'know. Keep you safe from scumbags roaming the streets and--"

"I can handle myself, remember?"

"I know, I know. I just like to think that I'm the butch fella here even though I'm nothing compared to a beautiful demi-Goddess."

Diana giggled and continued to eat until the two were done with breakfast. Once they were on their way to the museum, the black-haired woman instantly took interest and began to express her feelings about the art while (Y/n) simply stood by and half-listened to whatever she was saying. When it came to a particular artwork that had caught her eye, the two weren't the only ones that found an interest in it. A person in a black suit appeared, reading the description of the artwork that wasn't on a sign.

"Bruce Wayne?" (Y/n) muttered to himself.

"Bruce Wayne. CEO of Wayne Enterprises," said the stranger as he took Diana's hand and kissed her knuckles before turning to face the (h/c) man before him. "You... Do I know you from somewhere?"

(Y/n) bit down on his bottom lip as he was aware of being given no other choice but to expose his identity to his brother. Noticing the hesitation, Diana nudged her companion, encouraging him to speak out.

"H-Hey, brother..." (Y/n) said timidly.

"What...? N-No, it can't be... (Y/n)? I-I thought you were dead...?"

"Well, clearly I'm not. Actually, pinch me. I must still be dreaming."

There was hesitation and discomfort when (Y/n) motioned to hug his last-living relative. Diana was most pleased by the smile on her face as she watched the two brothers be filled with joy.

"... holding a party at the manor. Now, I would be grateful if you both came." Bruce offered openly.

Wrapping her arm around (Y/n)'s, Diana pulled herself against him and smiled brightly.

"We would love to attend, Bruce," said Diana.

Bruce nodded. "I'll hire a limo to pick you guys up from the hotel."

"You don't need to do that. I, wait. We didn't say we were at a hotel." (Y/n) stuttered.

The black-haired man grinned and sent a wink his brother's way before taking his leave for Diana and (Y/n) to enjoy the rest of the day leading up to the party at Wayne Manor. By the time Diana felt done with observing the museum, she and (Y/n) walked out and along the sidewalk hand in hand when she eventually came to notice (Y/n)'s constipated behaviour.

"(Y/n)? Are you alright?" Diana purred and squeezed his hand tighter.

"Hm? Oh. Y-Yeah. I'm fine." (Y/n) replied dismissively.

With a quick kiss on the cheek, that was all it took for (Y/n) to submit himself to her and confessed what was keeping him down.

"I was not ready, Diana," he confessed. "Seeing Bruce there at the gallery, I... I choked."

At this point, the two stopped in their tracks when Diana forced him to face her as she held him firmly by his cheeks so that their eyes were locked together in an unbreakable gaze.

"(Y/n), I might not have known you long, but after telling each other stories on our journey to Gotham, it has shown me what kind of a man you really are. And I am proud of you. I accept you. But you have to let go of your fears. Be proud of yourself and your accomplishments." She said encouragingly with a soothing voice.

"Th-Thank you, Diana. I swear I'll become more of a man."

"Good. Now, we should prepare for tonight and accommodate more decent clothing if we are to attend you and your brother's birthday party at your rightful home."

"Do you even know where to go for that?" (Y/n) asked with a grin.

"We have all day, (Y/n). Besides, I've been meaning to go for a stroll in Man's World. It's been a while since I was last here."

"So you've told me."

Diana chuckled and locked his arm around hers and resumed their saunter through Gotham. It was later that evening where (Y/n) Wayne and Diana Prince dressed in their new suit and dress while they waited for their ride to arrive. The cruise to Wayne Manor was long, but it provided some time for the young couple to enjoy themselves until their imminent arrival. When they found themselves going up the driveway to the manor, (Y/n)'s mouth hung open in awe of the manor that was well maintained, especially for that evening's event.

Neither date were able to repress a smile at the blue dress Diana wore and (Y/n)'s attire. When (Y/n) stared the princess down from head to toe, a blush crept on her cheeks as she pulled some of her hair over her shoulder to hide her bashfulness. A door clicked open, drawing the pair's attention to a man in his sixties greeted the couple warmly as he stood aside so to let the pair inside to spare them from the cold. By the time they were inside, they had noticed the party had long begun as per the guests singing Happy Birthday when the guest of honour.

"Everyone. I, uh, wanna thank you all for coming here tonight and drinking all of my booze," said Bruce, aloud.

The audience chuckled and laughed.

"No, really. There's the thing about being a Wayne, that... you're never short of a few freeloaders like yourselves, to fill up your mansion with. So... here's to you people. Oh! And, uh, my brother. My long-lost brother, (Y/n) Wayne. It was only today when I visited the Gotham Art Gallery where I encountered a strange face and his date. So I just wanted to say that I'm blessed to have reunited myself with my brother, (Y/n) Wayne. Come out, little brother!"

It seemed that everyone manged to identify the newcomer that was (Y/n) Wayne as an uncomfortable feeling hit (Y/n). The awkwardness made him freeze until Diana quietly encouraged him to step forward while the guests all began to reconsider their thoughts on Bruce Wayne, the eccentric billionaire.

"And to, uh... to all you phonies. All of you two-faced friends, you sycophantic suck-ups who smile through your teeth at me; please leave me and my brother in peace. Go! Stop smiling. It's not a joke. Please leave. The party's over, folks. Get out!"

While most of the guests that were naively believed to have been welcomed proudly to the party, some lingered despite Bruce's request which made both Wayne's and Diana tense. One of whom stood out to the brothers as they regarded one for being the person who taught them the skills to survive and fight, to use the darkness as their ally while the rest began to torch the manor from the inside. Diana refused to do anything just yet as the one that stole Bruce and (Y/n)'s attention rambled about his plan.

"... underestimated certain of Gotham's citizens, such as your parents - gunned down by one of the very people they were trying to help," said the strange leader. "Create enough hunger, and everyone becomes a criminal. their deaths galvanised the city into saving itself and Gotham has limped on ever since. We are back to finish the job. And this time, no misguided idealists will get in the way. Like your father, you lack the courage to do all that is necessary. If someone stands in the way of true justice, you simply walk up behind them and stab them in the heart."

Once the other men finished lighting the manor on fire, half of them turned their attention to the demi-Goddess and the brothers. None realised just who they were messing with until Diana wiped the floor with the henchmen that attempted to hurt her without even breaking a sweat whereas the other half turned to Bruce and (Y/n). (Y/n) struggled to combat his opponent due to not exercising himself that way in a long time, thus, he was at a bit of a disadvantage while his brother faced a log being dropped on him, incapacitating him.

Blows were traded until his opponent became so dissatisfied they drew a dagger and slashed it at him. A strong thrust of the weapon and (Y/n) clapped his hands over the blade, his stance didn't help as the blade slowly approached his chest, easily breaking through the fabric of the shirt to his chest as blood instantly stained the radius of the blade. Slowly, (Y/n) retracted the blade where he noticed a few centimetres of his blood on the tip of the blade.

"(Y/N)!!" Diana screamed, enraged.

A breeze hit (Y/n) from the side where the princess appeared, shoulder-charging (Y/n)'s opponent who in turn got thrown through a wall to the outside of the manor. Feeling weak in the legs, (Y/n) lost balance as Diana caught him in her arms and gently laid him on the marble floor, examining the injury he sustained after unbuttoning a few of the top buttons as well as wiping away the blood seeping out with his pocket square.

"H-Help Bruce!" (Y/n) cried helplessly.

"But you're bleeding!" She protested.

"I-I'll be fine. Please, Diana..."

Reluctantly, she did as she was asked and tended to his brother who got pinned down by a log that fell on top of him, trapping him to the floor as his attackers fled the building. Out of nowhere, the butler came along and tended to his master.

"What's the point of all those push-ups if you can't lift a bloody log?!" The butler scolded the young Bruce Wayne who in turn gave him a confused look before using his strength to push the log off of him at the assist of his faithful butler.

Quickly noticing (Y/n)'s brother was being looked after, Diana rushed back to (Y/n) and grabbed his arm, pulling him up to his feet as his weight was supported on her while they followed the butler and Bruce to a study. Towards a piano, certain keys were played to trigger a bookshelf to slide aside to reveal a secret elevator that the four entered. Flipping a switch, the elevator descended quickly, enough for the four to escape an explosion until their movement ceased in a rough thud.

"Everything my family, my father built... gone." Bruce said, trembling.

Diana didn't take her eyes off (Y/n) due to applying pressure to his wound at the same time checking to see if he would drop out of consciousness whereas Bruce had looked up the elevator shaft at black smoke that lingered as the fire above lingered.

"I wanted to save Gotham. I failed."

"Why do we fall, sir?" The butler questioned.

Bruce looked at him confused.

"So that we can learn to pick ourselves up."

"You still haven't given up on me?"

"Never, sir."

"Help. Please. He's losing blood." Diana implored.

Realising where he was needed, the butler assisted Diana in carrying (Y/n)'s half-conscious body into a hidden cave hideout onto a table and fetched a medical kit to tend to his wounds while Diana stood by (Y/n)'s side, clutching his hand as he managed a smile before passing out from the pain as the last thing he heard was the black-haired woman calling his name.

Diana sobbed to herself as watching (Y/n)'s chest get stitched up brought back traumatic memories of recalling her past lover die. She couldn't let it happen again. The black-haired billionaire approached his brother's date and pulled her aside, offering her a drink to help sooth her worries, which by the time she had ceased crying.

"So, Diana... you and my brother. How long has this been going on for?" Bruce spoke through the awful silence while the butler stitched (Y/n)'s chest.

"It took me so long to feel ready to open myself up to love again. But... when I met (Y/n), I honestly found him an intriguing person. He's very caring, honest, selfless and he's got much heart. It was only last night when we really opened up to each other. I, I think..."

The sound of someone groaning distracted the two to (Y/n) sitting up with one hand over the bandage on his chest. His eyes scanned the room until he located two familiar faces as he formed a relieved expression. Diana sprung up to her feet and rushed to (Y/n) to his aid as he hung his legs over the table as the next thing he felt beside the ache in his chest were warm lips brushing his cheek.

"What happened? My chest, hurts. Has someone been dancing on my chest? A little tap-dance, a little salsa? Wait... I dunno how to dance. Thank God I didn't have to dance at the party." (Y/n) groaned.

"You're safe now, (Y/n). I'm here. Bruce is safe too." Diana cooed and wrapped one arm across his back.

"I feel... I feel funny."

"You need to rest. We shall return shortly to ensure you get proper sleep."

Bruce approached and gave his brother a pat on the shoulder. "He won't be leaving here anytime soon. I got some back-up accommodation, don't worry, Miss Prince. Good to see you're alright, brother."

"Those guys... the League?" (Y/n) uttered.

"Yeah... But trust me. I'll fix this."

(Y/n) gave his brother a nod before resting his eyes and bowing his head, in which he relaxed in Diana's arms as she scooped him up with ease and carried him off to a cot nearby while Bruce plotted how he could stop his former mentor from destroying Gotham.