Chapter 1: First Impressions
"So where are you from?" Diana asked. She and Batman were on Monitor Duty and he was busily typing something into the computer. He stopped and turned to face her.
"Why do you ask?" Batman asked.
"I'm curious," Diana responded. "Besides I want to know a little more about you."
"I'm from a place called Gotham City," Batman said.
"What's it like?" Diana asked. He went back to work.
"Dark. Gloomy. Wicked," Batman stated. "Corrupt."
"If it's so bad why do you stay?" Diana asked.
"Because if I don't do something no one will," Batman responded.
"You doubt your own people?" Diana questioned.
"It's not doubt when it's fact," Batman told her.
"That's sad," Diana said. "But surely there are some good people."
"There are but not many," Batman responded. "At least in regards to city officials or police. I've seen better people than them who are poor and homeless. So what is your home like?" Diana was surprised at the question and change of subject.
"Well, Themiscyra is beautiful and is populated only by women," Diana said. "It's the exact opposite of what you've described of your home is like." He stopped working and turned to face her.
"So why did you leave it?" Batman asked. "Most women would consider a place like that paradise."
"It is in a way, but not entirely," Diana responded. "We still have fights and we still disagree on important issues. But to answer your question, I left because I wanted to help Man's World. I saw the coming crisis from our shores and I wanted to help. So I took the armor and left." She paused. "So what makes you do what you do?" Batman turned his face away from hers.
"A memory and a promise," Batman said. The alarm sounded and Superman's face pulled up onto the screen.
"Hey! Could you two come down here?" Superman said. "We need some back-up."
"We're on our way," Batman responded.
The light drizzle seemed appropriate to Diana. It reflected on the condition of her soul and her heart. Yesterday had been the day when she buried the man she loved. Was it only last week that he had died? It felt like an eternity. She was in front of Bruce's grave and wearing a long black trench coat and was holding an umbrella over head.
"I figured I'd find you here." Diana turned to see Damien. Even though he and his father didn't always see eye to eye on everything he still came to the funeral. He was still his father.
"Hi Damien," Diana said. He walked over to her and joined her under the umbrella. He looked down at his father's grave.
"What made him different?" Damien asked her. "What made you fall for him?"
"A lot of things," Diana said.
"But what was the first thing that made you like him?" Damien asked.
"Why do you ask?" Diana said.
"I just want to know," Damien responded.
"Well, truth be told, it was because of what I learned during my research," Diana began.
"Research?" Damien questioned.
"I wanted to know more about him but he rarely around," Diana said. "So I would research, ask, and search on the computer for anything I could find. What made me first fall for him was his dedicated to Gotham."
"That's a first," Damien responded. "Usually it's his charm or something."
"So I've heard," Diana said. "But it's true. That's what got me interested in him and started and for a long time fueled my fascination of him. So why are you here?"
"Kara was asking for you," Damien told her. "And so she asked me to find you."
"What does she want?" Diana asked.
"It's Brainiac," Damien responded. "He's returned and she needs your help."