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-Shelly (a.k.a. Rachele… which is sounded like (Ra-shell)
BPOV
It had been a year since I had left Diana and a year since she had disappeared.
I'd tried to convince myself not going after her was in her own best interests. I told myself she needed someone who would be able to love her no matter what, someone who wasn't broken.
But she wanted you.
I growled to myself. Diana didn't know what she wanted. She was naïve. She didn't understand this world at all. Of course, that made my idea of not going after her even less appealing. Most likely she'd get herself hurt or killed. Diana could take care of herself, I would question that, but she still had no idea how this world really worked. Clark was angry with me, and so was Alfred. Both of them were so connected to her, and they were livid with worry.
My conscious, no, my heart, was telling me to go after her. To tell her that I did love her, and I'd lied to her when I said I didn't. How could I ever forgive myself for leaving her? I guess my only consolation was that she could be happy now, free from me.
Talia loved me, I knew that. But did I love her? On some levels, yes, I did. But when I thought about whom I wanted to spend the rest of my life with, well, her face was never the answer.
No, the woman I saw was completely different. The woman I loved fought for me, stood by me, and held me hand no matter how awful I was to her. She was beautiful beyond imagination, with a smile that could always make me happy. When I was with her, it was the first time I felt truly normal. Spending time with Diana was like having never watched my parents died. She had made me truly content and glad to be alive for once.
And what did I do?
You sent her away. You finally broke her and the love she had for you.
"Bruce." Clark said stiffly as he was second to arrive in the conference room.
"When are you going to bud out of my personal life and stop hating me?" I growled at him. I was beyond fed up with how he was acting.
"When you admit that you made a mistake." He snarled at me.
"I didn't. I saved her from the darkness I was dragging her in to," I began but he cut me off.
"Oh enough Bruce! That's been the same excuse for weeks. Going around saying you didn't deserve her; well you know what, you don't. You're a spineless jerk who broke the only woman, who truly loved you, heart! Diana was a good person, and I tried to rationalize with her. We all did; told her you weren't good with relationships, that she'd only get hurt. She claimed there was more to you, something beneath your thick mask. And as knowing as I was, I stepped aside. I let her love you, I encouraged her. And for a while I thought I had been mistaken. That maybe the two of you could actually make it work, but then you went ahead and did a stupid Batman move and you broke her heart. Now Diana's disappeared, and for all we know she could very well be dead!" He yelled at me. "You knew as well as I that she was knew to this stuff, that she didn't understand a lot. I knew you weren't the one to teach her, but I let her," His voice was gasping now and a part of me recognized his rage. He felt responsible. He had never wanted Diana with me, but he gave in, and stopped fighting for her, even though he knew I would leave her.
"Well gee Clark; I didn't know you felt so strongly about her." I said with my voice threatening. Neither of us was paying attention to the other founders who had made their way into the conference room. Usually I would have kept my composure; I would have said some snide comment to Clark and stalked off. But I felt my anger building and I was suddenly so overcome with fury. He had no right to judge me. "Don't you think I know that?" I growled finally.
This was it… I was about to implode.
"What?" He asked annoyed now.
"I miss her Clark. I miss her more than anything in the world. I would give or do anything to have her back but I won't do that to her. I did love her Clark, every minute since the day I met her, it just took me a while to figure that out. Don't you think I would give anything to still have her here? I know all of you want me to go looking for her, to bring her back and fix all of this," I snarled. "It's not that simple. If she wants to disappear, she has every right. Just like I have every right to keep my personal business, personal!" I yelled at Clark and he glared at me. I turned to the rest of the founders and narrowed my eyes. "And the rest of you can stop whispering behind my back and making your little comments. Wonder Woman's gone, get the hell over it." I stalked out of the room ready to punch someone.
DPOV
(I know this next line is from the little Mermaid but it's a great lullaby.)
"You are my world my darling, what a wonderful world I see, you are the song I'm singing…" I whispered staring at the little girl resting peacefully in my arms. Every time I looked at her it was like seeing her father all over again. Those beautiful eyes of her, emerald green.
(I know his eyes are blue but just go with me here.)
All those endless nights I'd spent worrying if I'd made the right decision in keeping her from her father, they seemed so far away. Holding her in my arms, the precious angel she was, everything seemed clearer. She was mine.
Sarah Martha Wayne.
Unfortunately, I was changing her name to Prince. I couldn't risk anyone, especially Bruce, making the connection. There was a select few who knew about what I was doing, and I knew I could trust them. Because it wasn't just about hiding her from her father, I was also hiding her from both the villains and enemies of Batman, Wonder Woman and the League. They knew that well, and they understood they couldn't tell the secret for Sarah's safety. How long this would work, well, for that I had no answer.
I had recently sent pictures to Alfred through e-mail; I couldn't risk sending real ones in case Bruce found them. Alfred could print them if he wanted; I knew he would be pleased with being able to see his granddaughter.
She was truly beautiful, with jet-black hair and the green eyes of her father's. She had my nose, and my mouth; Sarah was tiny though, much smaller than I'd expected. The doctor had determined she wouldn't be very tall, which she obviously didn't get that gene from me. Perhaps one of her grandmothers or grandfathers.
I was lucky, she slept wonderfully. I didn't know what I did to deserve her, but she was mine, and I would love and care for her until the day I died.
I still stayed in touch with Alfred more than anyone. We talked on the phone, and sent letters. He was extremely eager to see Sarah, but I didn't want to remind him that he meeting her would be difficult.
I looked down at the child in my arms as she stirred and curled closer to me. Her little fists were so tiny it made me laugh. She would be okay. No matter what happened to me, I'd make sure she was.
She had to be.
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-Shelly
