The invasion was over. Everyone was relieved and citizens holed up in buildings that weren't caught up in the destruction in Gotham cheered and applauded the Justice League. The heroes posed and waved at the people as a way to pass the time until emergency services arrived where both the League and emergency services searched for any bodies before taking their leave. In haste, Diana and (Y/n) returned to their apartment after calling it a night. 

When they returned home, the married couple walked in to find another couple occupied with each other on their couch, but as it seemed, they already got started. At the sound of the front door slamming shut, Barbara and another boy her age shot up from the couch. His face was covered in lipstick and their clothes were still attached to their bodies. Realising they were caught, the boy helped Barbara into her wheelchair before they tidied themselves up. 

"Totally a recommended baby-sitter," jested Diana. 

"I think we were better off leaving them by themselves, not with Lyta." (Y/n) added. 

The orange-haired woman panted heavily as she wheeled herself over to the Justice League members while the man entered Lyta's room to check on the baby. 

"I, I'm so sorry, Diana...  I lost... track of time..." Barbara exerted. 

A smile formed on Diana's face as she conversed with the younger woman while (Y/n) fetched a glass of water for himself. Barbara's company returned into sight before he was called over by (Y/n) to have a word. When the young couple were dismissed from the apartment, the Prince-Wayne family were finally given peace and privacy as Diana sat herself on the couch and rested her head on her hand. 

(Y/n) approached her and sat beside her with a wet tissue in hand that he used to dab the cut on her lip. The stinging sensation made Diana recoil which in turn made (Y/n) hold her by the top of her head in order to keep her still as he resumed treating his wife for her injuries. Even she could tell how stressed he was after the battle yet he was all the more relieved that they still had each other. 

"What's on your mind, dear?" Diana purred. 

"Would you like a late dinner? Perhaps I could cook up some spaghetti for dinner." (Y/n) offered. 

"That would be lovely." 

Instantly, (Y/n) was back up on his feet and in the kitchen pulling out equipment. Diana waited a minute before she got up off the couch and dragged herself into the bedroom where she removed her armour down to her underwear where she had a quick shower before putting on lingerie under a pink gown untied. 

Diana sat herself at the dinner table with a book in hand as she gave her husband no chance of verbal communication since she was so focused on her book. Once dinner was served, Diana gave no mind to her food as she was so caught up with her novel she forgot her food remained untouched.

"Diana..." (Y/n) sang. "Oh, Diana... honey!"

Unresponsive, (Y/n) noticed his wife's lips move as if reading the novel to herself until he made a second attempt at stealing her attention. This time, (Y/n) reached his foot across and rubbed her calf. Diana's eyes shot up at him as she smiled to herself internally before putting the book down at last.

"Yes, beloved?" Diana purred in a deep voice that caught (Y/n) off guard.

"You haven't touched your dinner." (Y/n) stated, about to continue when she slid her bowl across to him with a smirk on her lips. "Not what I was getting at, babe. Aren't you hungry? I could save this for tomorrow if you don't want or tonight."

Diana sighed. "I'm just not feeling up for spaghetti tonight. I think I would rather eat you out."

Her comment caught him by surprise that (Y/n) choked on his food which sent Diana into a panic as she quickly jumped up to her feet and ran around the table. Standing behind him, she pat his back roughly until he gave a sign that he was alright.

"Jesus, Diana! Where is this coming from?!" He exclaimed at the same time he coughed a lung out.

"What?" She replied innocently. "I thought you enjoyed our sexual pleasures?"

"Well, how often do I ever see you behave this way? Not that I don't like it, but... holy shit, Dee."

"So... shall we, beloved?"

No verbal response or nod was enough for her as she stood in her spot, surprised to see her husband scamper out of the room, hot on his feet as he hid in theirs and dove onto the bed and began to unclothed himself and awaited the arrival of his wife.

When Diana a appeared at the door, she couldn't resist the urge to laugh upon seeing her husband laid on his back, legs spread and with a pillow covering his privates, a seductive smile on his face as her flexed his index finger at her, calling for her company. 

Eleven months later...

"He's beautiful!" Diana exclaimed upon setting eyes on the infant sleeping peacefully in Lois' arms.

"He is a she, Diana." Lois corrected her with a tired voice.

"Apologies. It's just that she's so adorable. May I?"

Lois nodded and handed her her daughter. (Y/n) smiled at the sight of his wife cradling Lois' baby in her arms as he had done the same with Clark so that he could give him the chance to get used to tending to a baby. Both men held their own conversation in the living room if their apartment in Metropolis.

"... clearly Tyger has more potential than McGrath. The Eagles have a way better chance at winning the Prelim than Bruce does at actually smiling." (Y/n) argued.

"But since when has Tyger actually played fairly? He's tested for multiple uses of drugs." Clark countered. 

"Oh, don't tell me you're calling out the one guy whose team won the most consecutive wins both on and off the field! Wait... you didn't dob him into the cops, did you?"

"What? No. Of course not. That would be unsportsman-like of me."

(Y/n) eyed him doubtfully before they returned their attention to the game being filmed live.

"Something troubling you, (Y/n)?" Clark asked caringly.

(Y/n) sighed. "It's Bruce. He'd been so caught up with the Joker's shooter after that farce where you almost killed Lois and now I got this bad feeling something is gonna happen."

"(Y/n), the Joker has been dead for almost a year. You can't keep torturing yourself with something that's been buried six feet under for that long. You know it can do some damage to your marriage."

"That's the thing, Clark. Something has been eating at Bruce ever since he confronted the Joker's killer. He's changed."

"And what do you think he's found?"

"In truth...? I think the Joker is still alive. I know it sounds crazy but maybe metaphorically - but the Joker had done a lot of messed up stuff..."

"Except go against the IRS. He doesn't want to go to jail for tax evasion."

"Besides that, but how he's tortured people, experimented on people, mutilated and murdered... what if the Joker found a way to live forever? What if the Joker managed to keep his legacy alive? Not through the crimes he commits, but through human experimentation."

"That's crazy, (Y/n). How could Joker possibly do something like that?"

"I-I don't know. I'm not his arch-nemesis. Bruce is."

The two men fell into silence when excitement arose over the game they watched which in turn aroused the infants to wail, following the women who gave scowls (Y/n) and Clark's way. Suddenly, everyone's attention was captured by the television as controversy struck the world. 

"... and just moments ago, the Batman had captured the Joker - who was assumed deceased earlier this year - and has taken him to Arkham Asylum. We have received reports of an armed siege on Arkham Island. Two minutes ago, Joker broadcast to all news channels this chilling message." A female news anchor spoke as she stared dead into the camera's eyes when the Joker's voice took over. 

"Greetings, Gotham. This is the voice of your new master. Oh, hang on. I've skipped a bit! Joker here! I'm in control of Arkham Island and you can all consider it out of bounds. If I see any lawmen or do-gooders in tights or gorgeous Goddesses coming this way, I'll start detonating bombs around the city! What'll it be? A kindergarten? A hospital? A billionaire's mansion?! Choices, choices, choices... You locked me up countless times, I always get out. You tried to kill me, I came back. So tonight is the night, ladies and gentlemen; where I, the Joker, shall fight the Batman to the death!" 

"All access to the island has been restricted, airspace is closed off and early reports suggest that the Batman himself is trapped on the island. This is Vicki Vale from the studio." 

(Y/n) gawked his head at Clark and muttered, "Called it." 

"We have to do something. Bruce is in trouble and he needs our help." Diana commanded. 

"No, Diana. Didn't you just hear? Joker wants only Batman. We cannot do anything to interfere." 

"So you would rather leave your own brother to deal with a madman?" 

"Yes. Because he's Batman. If he's gonna do something else besides take over an island, it's something only he can handle. But this isn't involving nukes or Scarecrow's Fear Toxin. Trust me and let Bruce handle this." 

Diana pouted and nodded his way, finally understanding that Batman would triumph over his sworn enemy. All the heroes could do was sit tight and wait while the authorities disarmed the bombs Joker had allegedly claimed were spread all over Gotham.