**Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters sadly. All credit goes to the directors and publishers of the Justice League, and I give thanks they did suck a wonderful job on them.

"Bruce," I heard Clark call and I did my best to ignore the Boy Scout. Ever since Diana left he's been hovering over me, as if he's waiting for me to break. At first I tried to convince him I was fine, but I concluded it was none of his business. And when I made my engagement to Talia, well, he wasn't pleased about that. I missed Diana; there was no use in hiding that. But there was no way I was going to let Clark comfort me. He rationalized that it was my job to go after her, to try to fix what I had broken, yet, I never could bring myself to do it. I had pushed her away. I had told her countless times that our relationship wasn't a good idea and wouldn't last. But she was stubborn, and Alfred said as stubborn as me. She resisted my denying, because she knew better than I did, that I loved her with ever fiber in my being. Of course, I wouldn't let her know that. We were two totally different people, with different lives and purposes.

Not true. You both loved each other, and you both desired to save the world.

My subconscious was driving me mad, it was even more annoying than Flash. Yet I figured that was because it really knew me.

Alfred had come to me nights ago, and I'd explained the anger and confusion I was feeling. His only question was if I was happy. But for that, I had no answer. Happy, was a feeling I wasn't well acquainted with. I'd only experienced it on a finger count basis. And truthfully, the last time I had really felt happy, was when I was with Diana. But I'd never tell her or my teammates that. I was far too stubborn to admit to that.

Diana, well, I wasn't positive where she was. My first instinct had told me her mothers. But she had been banished, and I didn't see her returning there. She had grown in more ways than one. She was an Amazon, yet she had changed some beliefs. She didn't hate men anymore, which was a plus, yet I have a feeling out departure has injured her trust in men. Clark never told me if he kept in touch with her; neither did any of my teammates. I never asked, however. I wasn't ready to give into that. A lot came over me when I thought about her. I wondered if she was safe, even though I knew she could quite well take care of herself; and I wanted to know if she was happy. Clark was undeniably angry with me, with his snide comments that had double meanings, and the way everyone seemed to be on his side in this matter didn't bother me. I had grown accustomed to be alone, and being it once again, had not hurt me.

"Bruce." Clark's voice was irritated now. Well too bad. I thought annoyed. I was still Batman here, and I wasn't going to play nice.

"What?" I snarled still completely consumed in the monitor I was furiously typing on.

"What are you doing?" He said walking up beside me. His voice was a deep sigh, as if he was getting impatient with me. I rolled my eyes under the cowl, as if he could be any more annoyed with me, than I was with him.

"Report." I stated simply.

"Have you even tried talking to her?" He asked softer this time. Here it comes. I thought angrily. He had absolutely no business butting into my personal life, no matter who it was with.

"Don't know what you mean." I growled hoping he'd get the picture. But of course, he didn't.

"What happened to you Bruce?" He said angrily. "This isn't the same you. You used to be like this before you loved her. But now that you've gotten rid of everyone who cared about you, you're just confining yourself in the dark." He said. "She won't answer my calls. I'm worried about her Bruce. She's not used to being alone, and if you don't help me find her, then there is a good chance we may lose Diana." He whispered gently. "Aren't you worried about her at all? Miss her?" He pleaded for a yes. And of course I did. I wanted her back with me, in Gotham, and I wanted Alfred to tell me how wonderful she was, and I wanted to see her laughing with Tim and Dick. I wanted to feel her next to me, her lips on mine. I wanted to feel the warmth of her hands when they enclosed mine. I wanted her. But I wasn't going to tell Boy Scout that. He had his perfect life. He was married to Lois of course, and they had a son last year. He was happy, but obviously missing his old friend.

Several minutes passed and his face turned furious. "Fine." He growled. "If you want to give up on your friend, the woman you love," He paused hoping for a reaction, but I gave him none. "I'll find her myself. But if she dies Bruce, that's on you." He yelled and stalked off.

J'zon was across the room staring at me, as if deciding what to make of me. I turned away from him; I didn't need his insight or pity? He felt sorry for me.

Truthfully that's how a lot of people stared at me now a day. Even people I didn't know. Alfred and the boys thought I was too lonely, and they didn't hide their dislike for Talia. I did love Talia on some point.

But your love for her doesn't even come close to comparing to how much you loved Diana.

I didn't bother telling my subconscious to shut up. It was true.

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