Bruce walked down the halls. The service was beautiful, but somehow it didn't feel like Diana. He paused outside her room, he felt like it was an invasion of privacy to go in. But someone would have to go in eventually. He pressed the button on the panel and the door slide open. Her room was as beautiful as her. The walls were painted with arches and vines that she had done herself. The large beach shore visible through them, the mid crashing waves scattered over the surface of the blue.
He had only ever been to Themyscira once, it reminded him to much. The room was bright and welcoming an yet he felt cold and empty. The bed looked uncomfortable and distant, the walls seemed ghostlike even the air felt wrong. He sat on the edge at the end of her bed, and looked at the ground. Not even a week ago, she had walked on these floors, slept in this bed, smiled these very halls. He had tried his hardest to not breakdown, but being the emotional wreck he was, seeing the room made it all more real. Begrudgingly tears fell off his face, and littered his hands.
He deserved this despair, it was his fault, all his fault. He should have been there to help her, he should have been the one to die. She was beautiful and kind, smart and clever, and more then ever she cared. So much to offer the world, what would the world miss from Bruce Wayne. Nothing.
He chuckled knowing what she would say. He stood quickly and walked towards the door. But stopped and turned knowing he would never be able to walk back in here. He just stood and watched the painted waves. He could see the brush strokes of the different paint brushes she'd used, he could even see the spot where he messed up helping her paint. She'd left it there, he reached out and felt the bump, he remembered.
"Oh please! They will not kill you!" Diana said "But you said that they murder any man on sight! And in case you hadn't noticed I don't have any feminine qualities" Bruce replied. She scoffed "Okay… well, when you're with me they won't…" Diana said non-convincingly "Yup okay, I'm gonna die," Bruce said bluntly "Oh would you shut up' She said rolling her eyes as they landed on the beach "Just be respectful and nothing with go wrong," Diana said assuring herself more than him. They walked up the stone steps of Themyscira, all the woman stared. But he held his head high and didn't even stay but two paces behind Diana.
"Hera!" Diana said hugging one of the women "I'm glad to see you, Diana" Hera said but her eye's caught Bruce who was trying his best to hid and not get killed. "This is Bruce" Diana said pulling him forwards, he smiled and tried not to look intimidating. "Diana, How many men do you date?" Hera asked "I thought you were already with Superman" Diana snorted "No no, Superman is just a friend" Hera seemed confused by the word "Brother" Diana clarified "Bruce is too" The look of realization seemed to appear on her face, after that she seemed to be a little nicer to him. "So what can I do for you?" She asked Diana "I was hoping you could give me some paints, for my other room. I thought that having artwork would remind me more of my home" Diana said, "Of course!" Hera said gladly.
Bruce turned away from the wall. That was enough remembering for him. The abrupt movement disturbed a piece of paper stuffed between the boxes. The sound made him stop, he reached in the shelf and pulled out a cardboard shoe box. There was an assortment of objects placed there. A small bar of soap that smelled like Themyscira, an old black and white picture he had found and given to her, a brown leather watch that was still ticking, an envelope. He hesitantly pulled out, written in her own handwriting was his name.
