Another one fell today. Diana brushes her hair from her face with light strokes and thinks about the events that took place. Poison Ivy attacked a laboratory this day in search for a formula. Unfortunately for her the Lords knew about her plan. As soon as she entered the building Green Lantern caught her in a power bubble. She managed to escape; just barely. But Superman was waiting for it to happen and Ivy couldn't get far. The laser rays took care of the rest. Now Wonder Woman is left sitting in a chair wondering if what they did was right. Even if it isn't, it's too late to do anything about it; Ivy's gone. A strange sense of sickness takes over Diana.
A hand she knows so well takes hers, pulling the Amazon out of her reverie. Bruce always pulls her away from such thoughts. "It had to be done." he tells her softly, as if trying to convince himself too of the truth of his words. "It's better like this." Ice blue eyes stare trough her. Diana realizes that he's mentally going trough today's fight. He's drifting away and leaving her behind. Lost in them, Bruce doesn't notice her frightened gaze or the way her hands clench around his. She's so scared of being alone right now. Holding on in the only solution she has.
Bruce is worlds away now. Mechanically he sits down, gripping her hand in a slack hold. Diana says nothing and lets him be. Her head falls on his shoulder and the detective contemplates. It is almost saddening to her; he's so close yet so far away. But he always comes back and that gives her comfort. Bruce is the constant in an ever changing world. The movement of his arm tells her that he's back. Back to her after filing away the useful information. Diana can't begrudge him the wish to keep them all safe. Not after Flash. Not ever.
Her smile is radiant and the shine is back in her eyes. Bruce offers a half-smile of his own. He'll never be comfortable with expressing his feelings but he's trying. "We did what we had to." Diana concludes. The war inside of her is stopped for the moment and she can think clearly. "I'm glad you're alright." she whispers against his shoulder before she feels his lips on her forehead. The silence lingers after her confession. It blankets them in a sense of security that, false as it is, allows them their much needed rest. For now all is fine.
Like all good things, it doesn't last. The door opens with a shrill creak and Superman steps in. He looks at hem, suspicion in his eyes. Lately, he's suspicious of everything and everyone. Wally's death changed him the most. "What are the two of you doing here?" The dangerous edge in his voice prompts Diana to raise her head slowly and steel her gaze. Bruce's eyes are already set in a withering glare that challenges Superman to say anything else. Wally would've known what to say in this situation, no doubt. Everything is falling apart and Diana feels helpless. She can't stop it.
"We were just leaving." Bruce voices and pulls Diana up with him. She nods at Kal to strengthen what was just said.
"Do try to keep your feelings in check." the Kryptonian sneers.
Diana can see Bruce is about to reply scathingly and stops him with a look.
Just because they are falling apart doesn't mean she has to acknowledge it. "We'll see you later, Kal."
Transatlanticism - n. The state of being in a long-distance relationship with another person over the Atlantic Ocean; here referring to the size of the gap forming between the members of the Trinity.
