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Princess Diana of Themiscara sat alone on her bed, arms wrapped around her knees, her usually proud and strong exterior destroyed as her shoulders heaved with heavy sobs. She had vowed never to cry, especially over a man, she was not only a warrior, but a princess of warriors, but that vow was broken the moment that shot had been fired, and her entire world fell apart.

It had been three days now, the worst three days of her life, since that final battle against the villains of metropolis. It had been Toyman of all villains who had finally killed him, shot with some sort of cannon, nothing left of him but a small piece of his cape which had been torn when he had been killed. This piece of material she now held in one hand, her only reminder of her one and only lover.

The world's greatest hero, no not the most celebrated, he was often overlooked since he was merely a human, but he was better than any of them, a great man, a little stubborn, but still a great man. And now he was gone, dead, never coming back. She had always known this would come one day, she was immortal and he was only human, yet she had wanted to spend the time in between with him. She would give anything to have him back, yet she knew that will never happen.

She could hear the other leaguers one after another trying to get her to leave her room, to feel better, but she never would, not while her love was dead, her heart was broken, never to mend. They had done everything in their power to try and make her cheer up, but she couldn't, it was like her life had no purpose anymore, without Bruce there was nothing for her, she couldn't return to Themiscara, she had been banished and so she remained in her room in the watchtower, no matter how much the Flash tried to cheer her.

None of the other members of the Justice League had realized how much he had meant to her, she had flirted with him a little, but never truly acted on how she really felt, or even told him how deep her feelings ran, she had been so afraid that he wouldn't care and would just push her away. She hadn't truly known how he felt about her, did he have feelings for her like hers for him? But now she would never know, he was dead, and there was nothing she could do but wonder how things could have been.

"Bruce" She sobbed, tears still streaming down her soft cheeks, into her long raven hair which fell freely around her shoulders, "Why you? Why did they have to take you?". He had given everything he had ever had, money, possessions and finally even his life, to fight for the weak, like a true warrior, and what had he ever got, fear and hatred. And he had never asked for any more, yet he deserved so much, he deserved to be happy, to be loved.

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His funeral had been the worst of it all, when she truly understood and realized he was gone for good. She had cried there and then, cried in front of the whole world, her own people, the amazons, and she didn't care, nothing mattered anymore. Later that night she had taken her tiara, her bracelets, her entire uniform and put them away for good. She couldn't go back to being Wonder Woman, her heart wasn't in the fight anymore, it had been broken, Batman was dead, and Wonder Woman had died with him.

Another voice had joined Wally's and Shayera's sometime during the last few minutes, well she wasn't sure, she had lost track of time. The strict voice of her mother, Shayera's angry near-shouts, Wally's boyish defence of her, none of it mattered, she didn't care what anyone said or thought, she wasn't a hero anymore, just a woman, trying to deal with the loss of a lover. She could hear her mother, shouting through the door, demanding to be let in, but she didn't move an inch, only sat silently on her bed, tears streaming from her soft blue eyes.

Within seconds the door had slid open, her mother seemed to have punched the console, and her mother stormed in, blonde hair streaming behind her, a scornful look on her stern features.

"Diana, look at you" she told her daughter, angrily and disappointedly, despite Wally's protests and Shayera's death glare and raised mace, "You're a wreck, just over some man, it's…", but she was cut off as, in a fluid motion, Diana threw herself off the bed and delivered a punch to Hippolyta's jaw, throwing her mother back and onto the floor, blood seeping from where she had been hit.

"He wasn't just some fucking man" she told her mother, pure rage and grief obvious in every syllable that she spoke, shoulders shaking as she stood there, tears of grief and tears of rage mixing and running down her cheeks, dripping onto the floor. "Get out", she ordered her mother, advancing slightly, pure rage obvious in her eyes.

"Diana" her mother tried, a lot softer and gentler, but she was once again cut off by her daughter, ordering her out, and advancing on her another step. At this Hippolyta stood with the little dignity she had remaining and left without another word.

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The next Day

Diana still hadn't left her room, refusing herself food or sleep, how could she do anything when she felt she had no reason to even live, let alone eat or sleep. He had died saving her, it was her fault he was dead, how could she eat knowing that?

The others had gone to Gotham, Batman's villains were running wild, now that the Dark Knight was dead, but Diana had stayed behind, she wasn't a hero anymore. Within the Watchtower came the sound of a jet, the Javalin had returned, without Batman, he wasn't going to be there, coming off and giving everyone a glare and the cold shoulder. Diana lay herself down on the bed, she knew that in seconds Clark or Wally would be trying to persuade her to leave her room. She was half right, a voice did come from the other side of the door, a deep masculine voice, a voice she had never thought she would hear again.

Leaping from the bed she ran over to the door, sliding the door open and there he was, his costume was in tatters and he was missing his cape and cowl, but it was him, her Bruce, he was alive!. Immediately she grabbed him and pulled him into a long overdue kiss, tears of joy streaming from her blue eyes, she didn't care about crying in front of him though, he was alive, and she would never let anything take him away again.

Wrapping her arms around his slightly battered torso she deepened the kiss, feeling him kissing her back and engulfing her smaller frame in his strong arms.

(Ok to clear up confusion this takes place during 'Hereafter', and in this case Batman sacrifices himself to save Wonder Woman, instead of Superman sacrificing himself for the others. Also Batman was gone for longer than Superman was, that's why Diana had been grieving for so long)