She hates it. The limpness of his body in her arms, the smell of the burnt patches of skin are sickening. Carrying his dead body to the Cave isn't helping her sorrow or rage one bit. "I will find that bastard, my love, and I will make him pay," she tells her dead husband's body as her eyes well up with tears.


J'onn and Flash stay behind in the base to search for whatever evidence they can find before the military gets there and cordons the area off. They can't believe what happened to Batman, but more than that they are worried about Diana. She didn't wipe of the blood from her face and her eyes were searing with rage. Before she flew off she gave them instructions in a voice that chilled the Flash down to the bones. They were tasked with informing the rest of the League of the situation and Diana would inform the Bat-clan.

They gather up some of the robot remains and return to the Watchtower after meeting up with the military and informing them of what happened. Upon arriving aboard the Tower they transport what evidence they managed to gather to one of the examination labs and call Steel and the Question in.

"What have got here?" Steel asks when they arrive.

"Robot parts. We need you to identify them," J'onn tells Steel and then turns towards the Question, "and you to track down where they came from."

"This is of utmost importance. Drop everything else and get to work on this," Flash exclaims uncharacteristically serious.

"If it's that important, why isn't Batman working on it?" the Question asks, characteristically suspicious.

Flash is obviously stunned by the question and J'onn replies: "You will be informed as soon as possible," and he and the Flash leave the room.

"That can't be good…" Steel mutters before he starts working on the robot parts as Question stares at the closed doors, lost in his thoughts.


The Cave looks darker than usual as she lands. Alfred is there waiting. He did not expect to see his wards dead body in the hands of his wife.

"Alfred…" Diana tries to say something but ends up swallowing the rest of her sentence with the series of sobs she felt were coming.

"Bring him over here, my dear" Alfred tells her and they make their way to the table where he used to patch up Batman's wounds. His usual stern and serious composure is broken and almost gone, a mournful gaze defining his features. The father in him wants to cry for the loss of his son, if only the old soldier's body had tears left to shed.

Diana lies Batman down on the table and takes of his cowl. Those blue eyes that were once so filled with sorrow, pain and from time to time joy, are now all glassy and empty, devoid of life. The blank gaze of his eyes drills a painful hole in her chest.

"Alfred, could you inform Nightwing, Robin and Batgirl, please?" Diana barely manages to finish of the sentence. She closes those eyes that hurt her so much, those eyes she loves so much.

"Will do, Madam" Alfred answers, placing his hand on her shoulder before leaving up the stairs. He hears Diana break down in tears before he climbs into the Mansion.