I turn away from the broken temple of Athena. I had to stop there, to just take a moment to breath outside of the memories. It had always worked that way with me, when things got too intense I had to step back, look at it from another angle, re-evaluate. Because that moment mattered, the moment when the Princess and the Playboy first met, frankly in retrospect I'm amazed that it took that long.

Retrospect, it's an awful thing. A reminder of all the things you could have changed, all the wrong choices that you made, all the tragedy you caused. And I could be certain that this, this seemingly chance encounter, was a true tragedy. And I'd orchestrated it. Unintentionally perhaps or maybe with the best of intentions, but at the end of the day it was my fault that the two would meet. In fact my mere existence seemed to make the meeting inevitable.

I spent a solid week here on the island trying to find somewhere to pass the blame. I initially wanted to blame those whose fault it was that I existed. They had created me through a series of their own choices that all came to fruition in a dark shadow on a rainy Gotham night. But where to stop the blame when you set it off in that direction? What people did they meet, what choices were made around and to them that made them who they are? This is the heart of the blame game, it never stops. You can chase it all the way back to the beginning of everything, you have to blame it on God, blame it on chaos, blame it on eternity, blame it on everything, and therefore blame it on nothing.

There is no-one else to blame. That night I sat by and watched it all happen, not realizing, ignorant, stupidly happy. Personally I was more interested in the interaction between the giggling girl and the wonderful woman, but the world would suffer from the Playboy and the Princess so that's where my mind goes now. See Wonder Woman and Batman were ok, even though Diana and Batman were pushing it, it was ok. But the Princess and the Playboy, they doomed us all. Because it was a simple matter for the Princess and the Playboy to become the Princess and Bruce and then Diana and Bruce and then it was too late.

I should have known the moment the sea blue eyes of melted ice met the eyes of the Mediterranean that it was too late. But I didn't.