The Gotham wind cut swiftly through the air, taking away what little warmth the afternoon sun brought to the fall weather. It seemed unusually colder today to the familiar black coated figure of Bruce Wayne as he walked down the hard, stone path towards the large family headstone where his parents were buried. Tucked under his arm was a slim, tall gold colored box containing two red roses as he had always brought with him on this anniversary. It was a familiar sight to the cemetery grounds but this year he brought a new surprise with him. This year he brought company with him.

"Are you sure you're ok about this?" he asked Diana as she walked next to him.

"Of course. It's not so different from paying tribute to our ancestors back on Themyscria." She responded

They were such a contrast to each other as Diana was dressed in a crème colored winter coat and held a colorful bouquet of lily's in one hand against her body. Her high cheekbones held a lovely strength and decorum that truly made her the definition of the words; singular beauty. An outsider would think she would be used to the attention that the world would lavish on her but in truth; she wasn't one for attention when it came to such things. It was still a part of man's world that she did not understand since to her, all women were as beautiful as her.

Bruce Wayne however doesn't mind the paparazzi or the look from distant gawkers, often giving them the courtesy of an easy smile. He would as always enjoy the status of being considered one of the world's most handsome and eligible bachelors. And as always, he would love the attention of supermodels, debutantes and scores of other beautiful women with or without titles to their names so as long as they would pay him attention. When they didn't, his charm was more then up to the task of converting cold shoulders into warm attention. The calendar shoot he did for the Wayne Foundation charity was one of the biggest sellers in history and was used to decorate the interior of many girls' lockers. He'd even beam his boyish, devil may care grin whenever he'd be ranked as hot on the rating scale of magazines.

But Bruce Wayne was only the mask for what was underneath it. Batman actually hated attention unless it served him in scaring the criminal element or as a means to an end. The Batman was one more for shadows and rumor then light, which were more for Superman or Flash who at times basked in the limelight. Even when he didn't wear his cowl, he often had to adjust to being in sunlight as if he was switching time zones, leaving him feeling vulnerable and unsettled.

"I'm glad you invited me though." She said with a small smile on her lips.

"Well…I thought it might be nice for you to meet my parents."

A comfortable beat of silence passed between them that the sound of the distant city filled.

"It was Alfred's idea wasn't it to invite me?" she chided him playfully

"No!" he said with an unusual defensiveness. "It was Barbara's."

"Ahhh." She replied with a smile on her face as she moved closer to him and hooked her arm into his. "She is indeed wise beyond her years."

"A regular oracle." Bruce grumbled

They continued in silence for a few more minutes as they finally reached the large stone wall standing erect and tall like a castle wall with a large cross on top. The name WAYNE displayed prominently below the cross. Diana bowed her head and closed her eyes in a moment of respect as Bruce detached from her and opened his box. He knelt in front of the tombstone and laid the red flowers before him, one under each of the names: Thomas and Martha. He let out a deep breathe in a moment of pain as he then rose back up. He grabbed Diana's hand and squeezed tightly, a motion she returned with equal force and affection.

"Mom. Dad. This is Diana."