Disclaimer: Once again, I have no rights over these characters. I only own the storyline.

**Okay, I see I was off to a good start. I'm feeling pleased with the beginning, and I have some interesting twists to add to this story. I just have to remind myself not to rush into anything. Bruce and Diana have a wonderful love story, and I love that they both need something from each other, to be the best that they can. I didn't get a lot of reviews, but then again, it was out yesterday, I don't want to get my hopes up. I am pleased with what the two have said however. So I hope this chapter is as pleasing as the first.

Chapter 2: DPOV

Was I doing the right thing?

That same question had been swarming in my head for hours every time I looked out the window of the plane. I was planning on disappearing. No more Wonder Woman, at least for a little while. I wanted to live as a normal person in this world, brush up on my knowledge. And Batman had given me the excuse to do just that. Our departure was not simple, in fact, it broke my heart. I hadn't known it had until I realized that that emptiness I was feeling was his leaving me. There was just one thing he left me with. Something I never thought possible, but it was.

I was pregnant.

I know, it was supposed to be impossible, and I was reviewing how it could be true. I slept with Bruce, I did. But Amazons weren't supposed to be able to get pregnant, no matter how much sex they had. There were only so many options I could think of, and yet I knew the gods had something to do with it.

Thanks guys, way to make my life even more complicated as I have the man, who hates me, baby.

It had only taken me seconds to decide on where to go. I couldn't explain why I wanted to go here; after all it was a memorable spot for him and me. Yet I felt drawn to it, and I wondered if he would ever come looking for me here. Bruce made it quite clear he wanted nothing to do with me, and no matter how much it broke my heart, I could never tell him about our child. If he hated me, how long would it be until he hated her?

I sighed as my hands tightened around my stomach. Clark had been obsessively calling me, checking up to see if I was still breathing I suppose. I didn't know why he worried; I could take care of myself.

Yet what irritated me more than ever, was even though Bruce told me he hated me, I still felt like he loved me.

What the hell has happened to me? Some Amazon I am.

I was going to leave them. Nobody in the league would know where I was, and they might even search, but I doubt they would find me. I was going down under, creating a new alias that I had help making with Agent Faraday. I was smart enough to not fight when I was with a child. But maybe someday after she, or he, was born, I'd go back.

But what if Bruce found me? What if he wanted to know where I had been?

That was always a concern. If Bruce found me, he'd find our child, and that was a risk I wasn't ready to take yet. I didn't know if keeping him from the baby was wise, but I figured maybe he'd meet her when she was older. That wasn't fair to him, and probably to our unborn child, yet I still was too selfish to change my mind. I'd be okay. We'd be okay.

My phone vibrated once more and I didn't bother to look at it. I knew it was Clark, because Bruce was far too stubborn to ever call me.

I needed something to distract me, so I looked down my semi-flat stomach and asked myself questions most future mothers asked.

What to name her?

I didn't know why, but I knew it was a girl. The idea made me laugh, Bruce, having a daughter. I couldn't even see him holding a child, and I wondered if he'd like her. If he'd love her. She'd be perfect; gifted by the gods, have her father's brain, his looks, his eyes…I was trailing. I hoped to god she wasn't as stubborn as him, but then again, I was just as stubborn.

"Thinking about the child?" A woman said next to me and I knew surprise was evident on my face. I turned to look at her; she had to be in her mid-forties, with light blond hair and brown eyes. She smiled at me. "Sorry, I didn't mean to intrude, but you have that same look on your face that I did before my son was born." She laughed.

"Oh, well actually, that was what I was thinking about." I said softly.

"My names Anne." She smiled.

"Diana." I said smiling back at her.

"How far along are you?" She asked.

"Almost a month." I said gently.

"Do you think it's a girl or a boy?" She asked.

"Definitely a girl. I don't know why, I just do." I laughed warmly.

"A mother knows best. I knew my son Drake was going to be a boy." She added. "Are you married?" She questioned.

"No." I said shutting my eyes. "Unfortunately the father has no idea he is or ever will be a father." I murmured.

"Not planning on telling him?" She stated.

"He wouldn't understand, and I just…I can't…" I was trailing until she cut me off.

"Can't face him? Can't bear to know if he hates your child?" She finished and then smiled sadly. "I've been there. It's a tough road, but not impossible." She promised.

"I hope I'm not making a mistake." I admitted with a sigh.

"I wondered the same thing for years." She consoled.

"And?" I asked.

"Well, my son went to meet him a few years ago, claimed he had to know in the end. And surprisingly, his father had welcomed him. He was angry, furious beyond belief, but not at my son. And that was all I cared about. I could deal with the rest." She promised. "I had left him for a reason, we weren't right together." She added.

But Bruce and I were right for each other. And could I take him hating me for the rest of our lives? Could I handle that?

No.

There was no doubt in my mind that if Bruce hated me it would be something I couldn't deal with.

But could I do it for my daughter?

Yes. If it was for our child, I would go to any length to make her happy. I could suffer for her. I could lose Bruce for her.

"Thank you Beth, you've been quite helpful." I said and it was true. She had helped me reach some perspective.

"Here Diana, I'll give you my number, and hopefully, we can keep in touch. Because you're going to need a friend, and I understand." She said handing me a piece of paper. I smiled at her and nodded as the plane finally reached the ground.

Stepping off, I felt like I had a new mission. I felt like I was walking into a long battle, with only my faith to keep me going. But despite how alone and sad I was, I knew I could do it.

I turned to see the Eiffel Tower standing tall and strong not far from the airport. And I couldn't help smiling as I remembered the dance that had started everything, in this very town.

This was the start of a new beginning.

And maybe, just maybe, it would turn out all right.

** I need some help! **

I plan to let Bruce find out about his daughter, but I'm very conflicted about how old the girl should be.

Should she be seven? Or Sixteen?

I originally favored sixteen, cause I planned a little love story in there with, well, I won't tell you yet.

But I could make her seven and just have her grown into that love story.

Please let me know your views.

My storyline includes Diana vanishing and her daughter having to go into her father's care because she isn't eighteen. I thought it would be more effective if she was seven, but sixteen is also good.

LET ME KNOW :)