A/N—This story is a little darker than my last story and is not a sequel to Immortal Sisters. This chapter takes place 14 years after Destroyer. Thanks to Hepburn for her amazing skills as a beta. Please read and review to let me know what you think.

Spoilers—BB-Return of the Joker, Once and Future Thing, Part II

Disclaimer—I don't own Justice League or any characters in the DC Universe and I don't own the lyrics to "Good Life" and I am making no money from this story.

Second Chances

Louder Now,

You've lost all your pain

You're married with children and happy again

And now I'm regretting the move that I made

Fatal mistakes are so easily made

Enough of my problems they only cause fights

Forget that I rang you

And promise you'll have such a

Beautifully happy and painlessly romantic

Good life

From Me

Good Life—Good Life by Francis Dunnery

Chapter 1-Good Life

Bruce Wayne sat at the kitchen table of Wayne Manor drinking coffee and reading the Daily Planet. It was far more informal and cheerful in the kitchen rather than taking his morning coffee in the dining room, which could be rather large and imposing for just one. It was a small comfort that he enjoyed often. He was, just enjoying his second cup while scanning through the headlines when he came across one that made him pause in shock.

"Diana," he whispered softly as he placed his coffee cup back upon its saucer.

"Sir?!" Alfred inquired.

Bruce lifted the paper and showed him the headline.

"Oh my! Poor girl!" he responded.

Bruce set down the paper but the headline, "Wonder Woman's Husband Killed in Car Wreck." screamed at him. He quickly scanned the article. They had been driving home from an event for the Wonder Woman Foundation when a drunk driver had sideswiped them. Her husband had been killed instantly but Diana had only sustained minor injuries due to her Amazon physiology. The driver of the other car was in critical condition and at St. Ambrose Hospital.

'Diana…' he thought. He hadn't seen her in ten years and the three years before that their interactions had only been politely cordial. Still, there wasn't a day that went by that Bruce didn't think about her. He had loved her; he probably still loved her. They had almost been lovers, and would have been if he had not screwed everything up.

That had been just over thirteen years ago. He had decided not to be destiny's puppet like John had decided before him. He had made the choice to have something with Diana and she had happily acquiesced. He remembered holding her, taking in her scent as he kissed her neck thinking it was the best decision he had made. They were alone in her quarters, and what was about to happen made Bruce almost mad with anticipation.

"Are you sure about this, Bruce?" Diana had asked as she returned his embrace. She had brought her lips to within centimeters of his, enticing him to kiss her. He hadn't been able to resist her and he sealed their lips together.

"Yes," he said, as they pulled apart. They had gone on a few dates, she disguised as Diana Prince. Everything had been going well and he had planned a surprise trip for them to Hawaii. Bruce had wanted to take her away and to tell her that he loved her, and that he wanted her in his life. He had even had Alfred arrange for his beach house in Maui to be ready, but then the Joker had taken Tim and everything had fallen apart. They had never made it to Maui and their relationship had ended shortly thereafter; two years later and much to Bruce's chagrin she had married King Faraday. Bruce had never gone to the beach house again, but he couldn't bring himself to sell it.

Well he had tried to beat destiny but destiny had kicked his ass. He was turning into a bitter and lonely old man. It had beaten John too, much to his benefit as he and Shayera had been married for thirteen years and Rex was now ten years old.

Bruce finished reading the article and took off his reading glasses and looked at Alfred.

"Please call my secretary and have her cancel all my appointments for the day after tomorrow and arrange for my private jet to be ready to fly me to New York." Bruce requested.

"As you wish, Master Bruce and please give Miss Diana my condolences." Alfred replied.

Diana scanned the crowd as she stood by King's grave with her ten year old son, Thomas. She was wearing her traditional Amazon funeral garb. Her mother Hippolyta was standing next to her and Donna was next to her. Lois and Clark stood on the other side of Thomas.

Diana froze for a second when she saw Bruce standing off to the side, alone. She should have known he would come. Part of her appreciated the gesture of friendship his being here represented. She knew how much he hated funerals but she also resented his presence as it still caused her a twinge of pain to see him, even after all these years. The fact that he still affected her irked her to no end but this was not the time for remembering past loves or what ifs, her mind should be on burying her husband. But she could not help herself as the sight of him stirred locked away feelings.

Bruce was still so very handsome. He looked great for a man who was almost fifty years old. His hair was still dark though there was some gray at his temples. He stood straight and tall and still managed to look muscular in his perfectly tailored suit. With a slight annoyance she felt her heart race as her eyes made contact with his beautiful blue eyes.

Diana had been married to King for eleven years and they had been very happy, but a part of her heart would always belong to him, to Bruce. She had suspected that King knew that but he had loved her enough not to care. She doubted Bruce would have been so generous, but then Bruce had never really loved her she surmised.

She felt tears sting the backs of her eyes as she looked away from him. She hadn't cried much since the accident and she resented Bruce's presence for bringing up old pain, especially when the man who had helped her feel love and joy again was now dead.

The minister had finished speaking and she and Thomas dropped two red roses on the coffin in the grave. King's parents had died almost ten years ago, shortly after Thomas had been born, when a gas leak had caused an explosion in their house. She and Thomas were the only immediate family he'd had as he'd had no siblings.

People came up to give their condolences before leaving. Bruce waited until almost everyone had left before approaching her.

"Hello Princess, I am sorry for your loss." He said in a soft voice.

Diana's stomach twisted when he called her Princess. No one had called her that in years. She had asked King not to shortly after they started dating. It had been a painful reminder of Bruce and she couldn't stand to hear it. She gave him a cool smile, devoid of affection. She had learned to hide her emotions because of him.

"Thank you for coming, it was very kind of you," she said in a polite voice.

"Alfred sends his condolences as well. He would have come himself but his health isn't allowing him to travel much these days." he added.

She smiled and genuine warmth lit her eyes for a moment. She had always liked Alfred. He had taught her to cook after the Thangarian Invasion all those years ago. She hadn't seen him in almost ten years not since he had come to see her after Thomas had been born.

"Ah, Miss Diana, Thomas is certainly a handsome boy and I must say I like the name you have chosen for him." Alfred said.

Diana knew that Bruce's father had been named Thomas as well, "He is named after his father. The name King is just a nickname his father gave him."

"Still it is a good name and you should be very proud." Alfred had added. He had given her a hand made knitted sweater that Diana suspected he had made himself and well as an assortment of marvelous baby essentials. He had even come to help her for a few days after she left the hospital. Alfred had always been a good friend to her.

"I am truly sorry to hear that Alfred is feeling poorly. He hasn't mentioned anything about his health in his recent emails but I guess he wouldn't. Please tell him I appreciate his condolences, and give him my regards," she said, ready to dismiss him and head home. It had been an exhausting few days and he was stressing the last of her reserves.

Bruce could tell that she wanted to leave but he couldn't let her go just yet, he had to show her some way that he cared, that he wanted to be there for her in some small way.

"Diana, if there is anything you need or anything I can do, please call me?" he added and Diana could see the sincerity in his eyes.

She hated him in that moment. It would be a cold day in Tartarus before she asked him for anything. She felt like screaming that at him but instead she pulled the polite mask she had been wearing tighter around her and said, "Thank you Bruce, I'll keep that in mind. Now if you'll excuse me. Come along Thomas."

She thought she say something flash in Bruce's eyes as she turned away and walked towards the waiting town car. She immediately dismissed it as sunlight. What was once between them was over long ago. She had moved on, found love and had a good life. She no longer needed Bruce and she had put him out of her mind for she had let go of the stupid fantasy of loving him and him loving her the moment he had married Barbara Gordon.