Her dream began like a montage of fond memories.

Diana as a child, playing as Hippolyta watched over her little sun and stars…

Hundreds of years later, Diana training with the fiercest warriors of Themyscira…

And just yesterday, her daughter successfully defeating Philippus, Captain of the Guard, in training… for the eighty-eighth time…

Here, the dream changed. Golden light pulsed, and a man's voice, deep and powerful, whispered, "Soon…"

Diana, wearing a – was that a bathing suit?— fighting in a big city, skyscrapers and all, the Lasso of Truth hanging from her hip. She was in Man's World.

Why is she there? How did she get the lasso?

In her dream, Hippolyta gasped. Men.

A man, powerfully built but slouching in a suit, glasses askew, grinned sheepishly at her daughter. "Clark!" exclaimed Diana.

"Sorry, Wonder Woman," he said, "I won't ask about your love life at the next interview."

Wonder Woman?

Another scene with another man, devilishly handsome, a girl hanging from each arm, drunkenly laughing like an idiot. Murmurings overwhelmed Hippolyta's mind: "What a playboy… no respect for women… but he's Gotham's Bruce Wayne… hottest bachelor."

Hippolyta started so violently at the next scene she nearly woke up. Diana was in the arms of that male, that Bruce Wayne, his face buried in her neck.

No, Diana, no…

"I love you, Bruce…"

Hippolyta woke up.


"Apollo's prophecy. He showed me for a reason. What can I do? My daughter..." Hippolyta paced the room. Though it was just past midnight on the island of immortals, and Hippolyta had ordered Philippus to her chamber immediately. This couldn't wait.

"You can't know that it was Apollo, Your Majesty…" the Captain of the Guard attempted.

"I can't take the risk. Themyscira can't take the risk. Our princess must remain innocent of the malevolence of man. You understand, Philippus. I have to save her."

Through the window came a breeze, the curtains softly rustling. Outside underneath the starry sky, an owl hooted. It was peaceful, and every Themysciran was sleeping calmly. All save three.

How could one dream change things so drastically?

"How do you propose we prevent this, Your Majesty?" Philippus asked respectfully. The Captain of the Guard could not protest the queen's word. She knew what was best… didn't she?

The owl hooted again.

"Eliminate the problem," Hippolyta muttered.

Hoot.

She's giving me permission... Thank you Athena

"I'm sorry?"

The queen cleared her throat. "Get rid of Bruce Wayne."


Next door, Princess Diana of Themyscira slept fitfully, tossing and turning.

Thousands of miles away, an eight year old Gotham boy screamed in his sleep… it was the first of many nightmares.