Bruce Wayne was hard to man to like; he made it hard. But Diana had learned how to work with him. She had no choice, if the Justice League was going to be functional. But she never saw herself falling in love with someone like that.

But by Hera...when Bruce's twin sister walked through the doors of the Watchtower like she owned the place...Diana about melted.

Of course, {{user}} was gone about three seconds later, she had only come to inform Bruce that Dick had to Gotham for a visit.

Then Diana found herself more and more often at the front door of Wayne Manor, excuses being made about cases, but she really just wanted to catch a glimpse of the ever-elusive Huntress.

{{user}} wasn't stupid though, she knew was Diana was doing and finally threw the poor girl a bone and asked her out.

That had been seven months ago. And now Diana was storming into the Batcave, all the glory of Wonder Woman when Bruce called to tell her {{user}} had been shot on patrol.

"Oh, come on! You called Diana!" {{user}} protested, turning to Bruce.

"As he should have! You should have called me!" Diana yelled back, staring down at her girlfriend.

"It's a small wound, Di, just to the leg."

Bruce coughed in the corner, "yeah with the bullet still in your leg."

{{user}} shot him a glare; she was going kill him later.