A/N: This is a stand alone one shot. Premise is that Bruce and Diana were together and then were engaged but Diana broke it off for some reason, saying that she never loved Bruce. Breaking the playboys heart and this is the end result.

I have never hated this house before in my life, even after my parents death it was still my home. Until know, everywhere I look, in every room there is something that reminds me of her.

Alone in this house again tonight

I got the TV on, the sound turned down and a bottle of wine

Theres pictures of you and I on the walls around me the way that it was and could have been surround me

I'll never get over you

There are cushions, photos and candles all around, I find a copy of her book and sit down on the chair and flip through the pages. I remember how she would curl up with a blanket, her long ebony locks brushed to one side as the light from a log fire danced across her beautiful facial features.

The memories are too hard, I need a distraction. I walk to the kitchen, rummage through the doors for a corkscrew and take a bottle of wine from the rack. I do not care what kind or how long it needs to breath. Then another memory flashes, that one weekend when I took her to wine tasting so that I could find her favourite for the proposal dinner.

Well I've never been the kind to ever let my feelings show

And I thought that bein' strong meant never losin' your self-control

But I'm just drunk enough to let go of my pain

To hell with my pride

Let it fall like rain, from my eyes

Tonight I wanna cry

I pour the bottle down, hoping to numb the ache but it doesn't. I feel the unfamiliar sting at my eyes, the last time was after Jasons death, and she was the one who held me, whispering comforting words in my ear. Her voice brought be me back from the edge when every fibre of being told me to hunt down Joker and beat the life out of him with my own hands.

Would it help if I turned a sad song on

"All by Myself" would sure hit me hard, now that you're gone

Or maybe unfold some old yellow lost love letters

Its gonna hurt bad before it gets better

But I'll never get over you by hidin' this way

I through the heart ache, I am curious. I want to know why? Why Diana, what reason could you have to be so cruel? Should I blame your mother and sisters for their hatred of men that compelled you to make me fall in love with all my heart for you to simply crush it in your hands?

Would the blame lay in your history because of the actions of Hercules and his men that would cause you to seek revenge on a mortal? Or does the accountability lay in your Gods, like Artemis chasing down a man, toying with him.

I punch the wall in frustration, the pain in my hand serves as only a momentary distraction. This isn't you Princess. You are not cold or cruel, you are warm and caring and you were once my shining light in this cold, dark world.

Well I've never been the kind to ever let my feelings show

And I thought that bein' strong meant never losin' your self-control

But I'm just drunk enough to let go of my pain

To hell with my pride

Let it fall like rain, from my eyes

Tonight I wanna cry

I will find out why Diana, why you broke this fragile heart of mine. I am the worlds greatest detective and I will find the reason behind your decision.

A/N: OK, so yeah this is my first song fic. Its probably really really bad, but I heard the song last night and I just instantly thought of Bruce and what he would think/feel if Diana ever broke his heart.

So please read and review, constructive advice will be much appreciated for future stories/ re-writes.