The Frog Cave

So apparently, someone noticed on an artist's resume that they had worked on Injustice 3. If that's the case, there's a chance we'll get more content featuring Lucy ! Maybe even Athanasia Al Ghul !

As her eyes  wandered over her desk, she saw them again. Those green eyes, staring this time. Their photo was still stuck there. Her in her dress, him in his white shirt. Happy, before everything changed. 

There was a soft knock on the door, just loud enough for her to hear. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She already knew who was behind the door.

Almost forehead to forehead, she could feel his breath on her face, first coming from his nostrils, then from his lips, which he had parted slightly. 

She suddenly realized she’d been feeling butterflies in her stomach since the start of their little dance, a sensation she’d been trying to ignore for quite some time since her return, a sensation she hadn’t felt since the beginning of her teenage years.

Now, it was impossible for her to ignore the tension between her and Damian, which had only grown stronger since her return. 

Her eyes drifted to his slightly parted mouth, his moist lips, wondering what it would feel like to press them against her own. 

She gently moved her head forward, and he followed her movement, then pressed her lips against his, a curious little peck just to see what it felt like. 

Taken with a Yashica, using 160S film, at the Coventry flea market, it showed Damian and her, posing with his leg and foot crossed while she took a photo of the old mirror in which their image was reflected. 

 His father smiled at him before looking around the living room for Lucy. When their eyes met, he signaled that he wanted to speak to her privately. 

 As she stood up and excused herself from her friends, she imagined every possible scenario as to why Bruce needed to talk to her now. What was he going to do? Scold her? Tell her some bad news?

“Having a good time ?” Bruce asked her in a calm voice. 

“Yeah, the pizza’s good, I got into the college I wanted… my birthday's coming up soon… I’ve got plenty to be happy about, I’d say…”

“Alfred told me you didn’t want to go to MIT at first, though…”

Lucy froze, facing the tall woman with wavy black hair.

Wonder Woman, member of the Trinity, heroine to women and girls around the world, was standing right there in front of her.

“H..  hi ” she said timidly

“You must be Lucy !” she took her hand and gave her a warm, firm handshake. “Diana, nice to meet you.”

She crouched down to her daughter’s level; the girl had come to hide under her skirts. “Say hello to Lucy, Lizzie.”

“Hello, Loocy.”

“Damian, please,” Bruce called out. “Give the little one a glass of the juice Alfred squeezed today.”

UPDATE FOR HOT BLOODED

Hello, I think you've noticed, but I've decided to split “Hot Blooded” into two separate parts separated by a time jump. It didn't really make sense to have it all in one go, given the clear difference in tone

Once the table was cleared, Damian went out into the garden to play with the dogs while Lucy locked herself in her studio to collect and scan the blueprints she had deleted from her computer, also taking photos of some of her projects that remained in plastic bins gathering dust.

Then she began writing her essays, organizing her notes, and arranging her files, placing each corresponding piece on the website until all that was left to do was press “confirm.” 

And despite the fact that she had double-checked everything three times in a row, Lucy stared at the screen for about ten minutes, unable to take the plunge.