The skillful hands of a concert pianist provided a background for the steady hum of chatter and clinking glasses in the Wayne Mansion ballroom; despite its size, it was filled to capacity. But Wonder Woman stood alone in an adjoining room. Her hand rested on a window frame as she gazed out into the garden, which was awash with the dull glow of numerous paper lanterns.
She was thinking about Bruce. It was a subject that she rarely contemplated anymore, and its forgotten familiarity made her shift uncomfortably. As it was, thinking about Bruce reminded her of the aching unhappiness she had struggled to overcome after they had parted ways so many years ago.
Diana had been in his company for several hours that night, but she had yet to share with him her suspicions about Talia. Not that she hadn't had the opportunity many times during the night, she had found herself standing alone next to Bruce as Talia, fulfilling her duties as gracious host, swept Zari away to introduce him to various admirers of his work. Diana only would have had to hint at a meeting in the Cave and Bruce would have obliged at once; she had no doubt about that.
But he seemed so happy around Talia.
It was a very strange thing to see Bruce happy. Diana thought that she had made Bruce feel that way once upon a time. When they were together during their days in the Justice League, he often relaxed the rigid rules that he bound himself by when he was around her to Diana, all this seemed to indicate that he was glad to be with her. After what happened with Tim, Diana was certain that Bruce would quash any of his own feelings of happiness with a sense of guilt, which she had eventually reasoned was why he had severed ties with her. So, understandably, she was not prepared to see Bruce like this.
To be sure, he wasn't abundantly happy the something unmistakable in his eyes only occurred when he looked at Talia. Still, Diana hadn't thought it possible....More Cartoon Sex Stories...
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