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Chapter 6

Watchtower; November 1st; 16:34 EST

"Do I really have to do this?" I find myself uttering the question, the one that has been weighing heavily on my mind for the last few days.

Casting a sidelong glance at him, I find his response easy to read despite the cowl that covers half his face without him needing to utter a single word. "You already know the answer, Princess," he replies as we turn a corner in the Watchtower on our way to the infirmary.

"I'd rather take on Ares," I grumble, trying to ignore the dread that is growing in the pit of my stomach.

It isn't until he pulls me to a stop, his hands firmly covering mine that I realize that I've been vigorously rubbing my arms. It's a new habit that I've picked up since Bruce found me, one that I don't even realize that I'm doing until I notice how red and raw my skin is. I look at him in embarrassment; wishing things were different…that I was me again.

"Hey, it's going to be okay," he reassures me with a gentleness that makes my insides melt. "He's not going to invade your mind or make you relive any of part of it. It's just a basic psych evaluation. You know it's protocol for every League member who has been through a traumatic event."

I feel my heart sink knowing that I have no choice in this. I'm not even sure why I'm so apprehensive about this, but I can't deny how much I'm dreading the next hour. It's not like I have anything to hide. All the founders know I was assaulted, but none of them know the details—not even Bruce. I'd like to keep it that way if at all possible. I don't want him to look at me any differently than he already does or end up changing his mind about us.

"Do you want me to go in there with you?" he asks, pulling me from my thoughts.

"No, I'll be fine," I reply as I avert my eyes under his penetrating gaze that I swear can see inside of my very soul. "I just want to get this over with so I can go back to work."

"You will," he says, a smirk forming on his lips that I'd love to kiss. "After you're done with J'onn, you have to spar with me to prove your physically ready and then you're free to go on any mission that arises."

"Let's just get this over with so I can kick your ass," I taunt him as I turn to walk away.

He quickly falls into step beside me, his hand gently gripping my elbow as he leans in close to me. "I didn't think our relationship had progressed to that point yet, but I'm more than up for anything you have to offer."

I feel my face growing warm as we come to a stop outside of J'onn's office in the infirmary. I turn to face him to find him standing right in front of me, the corner of his lips twitching in amusement. My eyes fall to his lips and I catch a subtle hitch in his breath as I rake my teeth over my bottom lip.

"I guess it depends on who ends up on top when it's all said and done," I flirt.

A low growl escapes from his throat as he begins to close the short distance between us. He stops abruptly when J'onn's door swishes open, an amused Martian Manhunter standing there to greet us. Bruce quickly pulls back with a scowl, clearly unhappy with the interruption.

"Diana, you're right on time," he says with a slight smile. "Batman, will you be joining us?"

Bruce stares at me for a long moment as if considering something before ultimately squaring his shoulders, his jaw set like granite. "No, but I'll be right outside if you need me, Princess," he reassures me.

I lay my hand on his forearm, squeezing it in assurance as I give him a small smile. "I'll be fine…really."

He gives me a slight nod, sighing softly before moving to take a seat in one of the chairs against the wall outside of J'onn's office. I follow J'onn inside, the door swiftly closing behind me as I make my way to a chair. J'onn sits down directly across from me and I can feel every single muscle in my body contracting in anticipation.

A subtle sense of fear lingers there just beneath my skin where I can't begin to reach. It's something that I've tried banishing, but it's proving to be more stubborn than I am which is no small feat. My fingers wrap around the arms of my chair, almost afraid to draw a breath.

I hate this fear that overtakes me when I least expect it, rising up out of the depths of a dark void that was created by the hands of vile men desperate to break me. I suddenly wish that I had allowed Bruce to come in here with me as J'onn silently gauges my emotions.

"How have you been, Diana?" he solemnly asks me.

"I'm fine," I mechanically respond without a second thought.

He watches me for several moments before delving into his next question. "Diana, it's all right," he calmly states. "I'm not going to push you into talking about what you endured or probe your mind for what you're thinking and feeling."

I draw a deep breath, nodding my head in understanding. "I know," I tell him. "I just want to get this over with so I can return to duty."

"I just want to talk to you to see how you are dealing with everything," he explains. "Have you been eating and sleeping well?"

I don't know why he's bothering to ask me this. He knows I've been struggling. We've been living under the same roof for months. "Yes," I truthfully answer. "It's been a little difficult at times, but it's getting better."

"It will take time to fully adjust to life again after the horrific trauma you endured."

I force a smile to my face, wanting to reassure him. "It wasn't that bad, J'onn," I try to tell him. "I was very fortunate. I didn't endure near what other women have been forced to. I'm perfectly fine and ready to get my life back on track again."

We continue to talk for what feels like an eternity about everything from being sure that I get enough sleep to finding someone that I can talk to about what happened to me. It ends with him leaning forward, his hand coming to rest on top of mine.

"We are all here for you, Diana," he reminds me. "If you ever need someone to talk to, I am always here for you."

"Thank you, J'onn," I reply with a smile. "I really appreciate that, but it won't be necessary."

He slowly nods his head as he squeezes my hand. "Why don't you have a seat outside while I talk to Batman?"

My body instantly freezes, my eyes narrowing. "Why do you need to talk to Bruce?" I demand to know, my anger prickling.

"He is the one who will clear you for duty," he explains. "I have to confer with him. From my standpoint, I feel you are fit for returning to duty."

"All right…good," I say with a curt nod as I stand to my feet, turning and heading towards the door. I glance back over my shoulder at him as the door swishes open, wishing I knew what was really going on.

Batman immediately stands to his feet as I exit, concern etched in his face. "Everything okay?"

"Yes, J'onn just wants to talk to you for a moment," I inform him, wrapping my arms around myself with an uneasiness that has settled deep into my bones. I don't like the idea of J'onn and Bruce talking about me without me being present.

He quickly enters J'onn office, the door closing louder than I have ever heard it before…or that's the just the way it seems. Like a nail in a coffin closing them off from me and sealing my fate. I begin pacing, not wanting to eavesdrop, but it's a little hard not to with my enhanced hearing.

"Is she okay?" Batman asks, urgency pervading his voice.

"On the surface…yes," J'onn replies. "She's doing her best to make sure everyone thinks that she's fine. She wants to put everyone at ease around her, especially you. She doesn't want us to worry about her more than we already have or cause us any more heartache.

"I'm afraid there is a tumultuous war of emotions running deep inside of her, a battle between the warrior she was raised to be and the woman that she is. She's still having nightmares, some of them quite violent and terrifying. It's impossible not to sense them when I'm at the manor. They are quite… overwhelming at times."

"What can I do for her?" The determination in his voice is unmistakable. I can practically picture the steel resolve that has settled over his face, the way that his cape is draped so formidably around him like a pillar of strength and determination.

"For now, I think we just give her some time to deal with what she's been through," J'onn continues. "I believe she's safe to return to duty. It may even help her to reestablish a normal routine once more, but I would advise keeping a close eye on her. If she starts exhibiting any signs of distress, we may need to readdress her status."

I feel my heart nearly pounding out of my chest, my breathing growing ragged. J'onn doesn't think I'm stable and now Bruce will ultimately agree with him. I can't let them believe there is anything wrong; doing everything I can to reassure them that I'm perfectly fine. I'm an Amazon. I can handle this.

I move to stand before the viewport window, wishing we could just go to the training room now. I hate this attention storming around me; this spotlight that has been shown on me and my struggles. I'm supposed to be strong and resilient…a shining light of compassion, not wrestling with fears and rage and darkness.

Sometimes I feel as though the light that has shown so brightly inside of me has been dimmed considerably since Bruce rescued me, snuffed out and never to be seen again. Instead of warmth, I feel a dark chill within me, one that scares me.

"Princess," Batman calls to me.

I turn to face him, forcing a smile to my face as I swallow back my sorrow. "What did J'onn have to say?"

Bruce doesn't bother bringing up the fact that he knows I had to have heard them, feigning ignorance instead for my benefit. "He says you're good to go," he lies and I love him a little more for it. "Let's go see how you handle yourself in the training room, though."

"I'm not sure you can handle me, Batman," I taunt him, keeping my tone light.

His posture relaxes minutely with my good-natured ribbing, a slight smirk twisting his lips. "I'm pretty sure I can handle anything you throw at me."

We both know his words hold much more meaning than just sparring. I would like to believe it's true, but my fears keep telling me it would be so much different if he knew the gruesome details. As I walk past him, I loop my arm through his much to his surprise as I lead him out of the infirmary.

"You have no idea what you're getting yourself into, Dark Knight," I tease him, doing my best to ease his worry. "Trying to handle me could be like trying to bottle lightning."

A genuine chuckle breaks free and it's like music to my ears. "I have no doubt about that," he replies. "It's a good thing that I'm up to the task."

I pull my arm free from his, not wanting to give Wally any ammunition to use. I have a feeling he's going to be the president of the rumor mill once the other new Leaguers and the civilian staff begin to move in and report for duty. While he possesses a fun-loving spirit that I enjoy, he has a mouth that runs faster than his mind or his legs at times.

Coming to a stop before one of the newly designed training rooms, I watch as Bruce enters a code, the doors sliding open to allow us entrance. "So, how are we going to do this?" I ask as I begin to stretch.

He looks me over for a moment before responding as if trying to decide how best to test me. I see a flicker of concern pass over his face despite the mask that covers it. I put my hands on my hips as I purse my lips in frustration.

"You're not going to break me, Bruce," I state with a measure of annoyance.

"You're still skin and bones, but I guess your strength is back," he comments with obvious disapproval as he begins to remove his utility belt. "We're going to do a no-powers match."

"Your funeral," I challenge him as I lay my tiara and lasso aside.

He smirks in amusement as he comes to stand in the middle with me. "Awfully confident, aren't you?"

"Bruce, I was abducted and tortured, not brainwashed into forgetting everything I know," I remind him.

His smirk falters and I immediately regret my words by resurrecting painful memories. He recovers quickly as he assumes an attack position. "Are you stalling, Princess?" he asks. "If you want to delay this…"

"For once, I think you talk too much," I counter as we begin to circle each other.

"I can't say I've ever been accused of that," he quips.

I decide that the sooner I get this over with the sooner I can be cleared for duty. I also know that making the first move is very dangerous when one is facing off against the Batman. In the end, my impatience wins out as I lunge at him in an effort to prove myself.

He waits until the very last second to sidestep my strike, using his leg to try to kick mine out from under me. I immediately compensate, avoiding his attempt to take me down as I stumble out of the way. He doesn't give me time to right myself as he launches an attack filled with a series of strikes and kicks that I easily block.

My warrior spirit quickly rises to the surface, making my blood sing as instinct takes over my every move. This is what I've been trained for my entire life, what I was raised to be as I unleash a counterattack. I press my advantage as I feint with my left only to strike with my right, delivering a blow to his ribs that causes him to grunt with the contact.

Even though I'm not using my full powers, I have no doubt that he's going to have a bruise from that hit. I know I need to take it a little easier on him, but I want to make sure he knows that I can take of myself and that I'm more than ready to be put back on active duty.

"Nice hit, Princess," he observes as he gingerly rubs his ribs.

"Glad you think so," I answer as I raise my leg to kick him in the torso.

He grabs me by the heel of my red boot, throwing me off balance. I land hard on my back, Bruce swiftly following. He straddles my hips, using the full weight of his body to pin me to the mat. A flash of panic lances through me as he leans over me, terror swelling in my chest as he grabs me by my wrists and pins them over my head.

Memories tear through my mind like hot knives, burning like cinders in my mind as I try to remain calm. My heart is thundering in my chest as I gasp for my next breath, squeezing my eyes closed against the torture that comes next.

"Diana, it's okay," he reassures me with an urgency in his voice that reflects his own panic as he instantly releases his grip on my wrists. His hands move to grasp hold of my face, forcing me to open my eyes. "It's just me. I'm not going to hurt you. You're safe."

I stare up into his face, stunned to find that he's shoved his cowl back off his face. I try to rein in my fear and panic as he yanks off his gauntlets to caress my face, worry shining in his eyes. "I'm…I'm sorry," I murmur, embarrassed.

"Don't be," he tells me as he leans in close, his lips brushing against my forehead before moving to my cheeks, my nose and finally my lips.

He kisses me slowly…tenderly, trying to soothe me as he attempts to draw all my fears and hurts into himself. He continually murmurs how sorry he is between kisses that gradually grow a little more heated as his body slowly sinks into mine with a delicious heaviness that I immediately relish.

My arms move of their own accord, my hands going straight for his hair to grip it firmly. My lips part as I gasp with pleasure, his tongue taking full advantage of the opening I've offered him. He tilts his head as he deepens his kisses, his tongue thoroughly exploring every inch of my mouth.

I never want this to end, but it does all too soon. He pulls back with a sharp gasp, realizing how rapidly things are hurtling towards the inevitable…to the point of no return. As badly as I want that, I'm not certain that I'm quite ready for it. He seems to sense that as well.

He brushes a raven lock off my forehead as he stares down at me. "I'm so sorry," he softly apologizes, his breathing labored.

"No, it's all right," I murmur. "I shouldn't have overreacted."

Bruce rolls off me, rubbing his face with his hands before sitting up. "It's too soon," he readily decides as he turns to face me.

I sit up as well, panicking now for a complete different reason. "It's not too soon, Bruce," I argue. "You just took me by surprise. I can handle being back out in the field."

He stares at me with eyes filled with such anguish that it nearly steals my breath. "Diana, I'm afraid for you. What if you have a panic attack while out on a mission? Copperhead isn't going to release you because you have a flashback. He's going to go for the kill."

I draw my knees up to my chest, wrapping my arms around my legs as my chin comes to rest on top of them. "I won't," I insist. "It was a momentary lapse. It won't happen again."

"You can't have momentary lapses out there."

"Don't you think I know that?" I snap. "Now that I know that it can happen, I'll be prepared for it in the future. Besides, J'onn said that getting back into a regular routine could help."

His penetrating gaze narrows as he stares at me. "So you did hear us."

It's more of a statement than a question, his suspicions just confirmed for him. "I can do this, Bruce. I have to. Please…don't do this to me."

"Fine," he finally relents, but I know that there's a caveat following. "No solo missions for the first two weeks. No going out alone until I decide you can."

"Bruce," I hiss his name with a scowl as I ball my hands into fists, hating the fact he's treating me like a child.

"Take it or leave it, Princess," he tells me as he stands to his feet, offering his hand to me.

I look up at it, refusing to take it as I get to my feet by myself. "Fine," I angrily grind out my agreement, folding my arms against my chest.

He pulls me into his arms, wrapping me up in a warm embrace that I can't help but return despite my anger with him. "I'm here for you to talk to when you're ready," he softly tells me. "Don't continue to carry all of this hurt and anger inside of you. I've been there too many times, Diana. It's not the answer."

I bury my face in the crook of his neck, weighing his words against my fears. I can't help wondering how he would react if he heard all the gruesome details, if he'd still be here holding me like this if he truly knew.

PRESENT DAY

Batcave; April 8th; 00:16 EST

I drum my fingers on top of Bruce's desk, anxiously awaiting his call. Each minute that passes by only causes my worry to escalate that much more. I hate knowing he's out there in Gotham somewhere that I can't get to him if he needs me; going through Hera only knows what.

I hope that he's been able to uncover the information that he needs so that he can come home soon. It feels like weeks since I've seen him, since I've been able to touch him and kiss him. I miss his piercing blue eyes that seem capable of peeling away all the layers to gaze into my heart and mind, the crooked little smile he gives me when he's teasing me. I miss his scent that sends a shiver that I feel clear down to my bones. I even miss his dark, brooding moods and his incessant need to try to protect me.

He'll be more than furious with me when he finds out I've been working on the case while he's been gone, but I'm determined to make him understand how badly I need to do this. Dick told me that Bruce understands, but his fears keep him from letting me help him. I just need to find a way to help alleviate his worry.

The computer sounds, alerting me that I have an incoming call. I feel my heart stutter excitedly in response as I tap the key to accept it. "Batman?" I breathlessly answer, needing to hear his voice.

"Princess," he rasps, a slight lilt of affection to his voice that no one would have picked up on except for maybe me. "How are you?"

"I'm fine," I tell him, though the words sound so hollow after all these months. They're as hollow and meaningless as when Bruce uses them ad nauseam. "I miss you. Please tell me you're coming home."

There's a definite pause before he answers me and I can feel my heart sink. "It's going to be a couple more days…likely more."

I draw a shuddering breath, trying to temper my emotions. I know that he has to do this in order to find these girls and keep any more of them from being taken, but it's more than difficult. This couldn't have come at a worse time. We have so much we need to work through.

"What can I do to help you?" I find myself asking, doing my best to numb myself from the emotions beginning to storm inside of me.

He releases a slow breath, his fatigue more than evident as well as the stress that he's carrying. "Nothing," he tells me. "I'm getting closer. I think I have an idea about where the girls are being kept."

"Where?" I question him, wishing that he'd let me in.

"Princess," he sternly warns me and I know that I'm pushing him too far on this. He'll shut down if I push him anymore. It's okay, though. I have my own lead to follow up on tonight. "Anything going on that I need to know about?"

"Jason is back," I inform him. "He's going to be the one to prosecute my case."

I can practically feel him bristling on the other end of our connection. "How is he?" he asks with a clipped tone.

"Fine," I reply. "He's definitely not happy that you and I are together."

"He hasn't given up on winning your heart, has he?"

"I'm afraid not," I admit. "I already told him that I can only offer him friendship, but he's not giving up."

"I don't like it."

"Let me handle him."

"I can't think about him right now," he concedes for the moment. "I'll worry about him once I've found these girls."

"I don't have any feelings for him so just focus on staying safe and not on something that's never going to happen," I reassure him.

"Fine," he bites out. "Anything else I should know about?"

"No," I simply state.

"Have you uncovered anything new about the case?" I can feel my cheeks instantly grow warm though he's not there to see my sheepish expression. When I don't respond right away, he continues. "I know you, Princess. Nothing I say is ever going to keep you from working on it."

"I have to do this," I confess.

"I know," he softly replies. "I have to go."

"Already?" I ask, hating how helpless my voice sounds. He no doubt notices it.

"I'm sorry," he tells me. "I'll be back as soon as I can. I think I'm getting closer to who is behind the kidnappings."

"Ethan called today," I reveal. "Alfred reassured him that you were doing everything that you could to find his daughter Emily."

"I have to go," he says again, his tone laced with urgency.

He cuts the communication before I can respond, my heart sinking all over again. "I love you, Bruce," I murmur to no one at all.

I sit back in the chair, rubbing more arms. I stand to my feet, pulling my hair back into a tight ponytail. I glance down at my Nemesis uniform, more than ready to meet Dick at Gotham University to see what we can uncover there.

Even though Bruce didn't reveal anything about what he's uncovered so far, I can't help but feeling this Michael Kozak might hold some sort of key to this. While he might not be involved, he might know something that will help us find out who is.

Gotham University; April 8th, 01:17 EST

Standing on the roof of the Science building on the campus of Gotham University, my gaze travels over the grounds below. I'm hoping to catch sight of something that will crack this case wide open, maybe even catching the kidnapper red-handed before he can escape with another girl.

Security has definitely been increased on campus, but it hasn't proven to be enough as a total of nine girls have been taken since it all started six months ago. I watch as a couple of girls walk across campus, chatting and laughing. They're completely oblivious to their surroundings.

I would've thought that the women on campus would be more hyper-vigilant in their safety, but they appear completely unconcerned. Just because they don't fit the victim profile doesn't mean that they aren't at risk. There are many kinds of predators lurking about in the shadows ready to strike at any given moment.

I swallow back my anger as well as the urge to fly down there and lecture them about their stupidity, but I know that I can't. Nightwing will be here soon. I'm anxious to investigate this Michael Kozak. I've already talked to Oracle about checking into him. She'll hopefully get back to me soon with some much needed information.

"Nice outfit."

I turn to find Nightwing approaching from behind me. He's as stealthy and sneaky as his surrogate father. It unnerves me and makes me wonder if Dick isn't really Bruce's biological son. I swear those two were cut from the same cloth.

"Thanks," I reply, eager to get to work. "Your boss designed it."

A smirk plays on his lips as he appraises me, his hands coming to rest on his hips. "Of course he did."

I glance down at my uniform, taking in the black material that fits like a second skin. "What?" I ask, confused by his amusement.

"Nothing," he claims, shaking his head. "Where do you want to begin?"

"I thought we could start by following Michael Kozak," I tell him. "He's on duty tonight. I'd like to corner him and ask him some questions."

"And I'm sure that Batman is totally on board with all of this," Nightwing says as he glances at me.

"I don't know that I would go quite that far," I admit, biting at my bottom lip as my thoughts drift back over our conversation tonight. "He wasn't happy about it, but he knew I wasn't going to give up on this case no matter what he said."

"Here I thought Batman was the most stubborn person on the planet," he comments. "I have just altered that opinion."

"I'm not that bad," I counter.

He gives me a look that states he believes otherwise. "Come on," he replies. "Let's go look for your security guard."

We quickly begin our sweep of the campus, coming across several security guards, but none of them is the one we're looking for. There are also several Gotham police officers roaming around, making sure the campus is safe. I fear, though, that none of them will be enough to ensure complete protection against the evil that hunts Gotham right now.

Whoever is after these young women is not going to stop until they are captured and brought to justice. They're determined to continue their reprehensible plans no matter how much security there is or how many policemen there are. It has yet to stop them from taking these innocent girls. It's going to take us stepping in to make the nightmare end.

"There," I tell Nightwing, pointing at a security guard that I spot walking towards one of the campus buildings.

"Let's go have a little talk," he decides.

I immediately start towards him, anxious to gain the information that we need. A firm hand on my arm brings me to a stop, causing my anger to soar. I turn towards Nightwing, gracing him with a heated glare that causes him to instantly release his hold on me.

"What?" I demand.

"You need to let me do the talking," he instructs me. "Stay behind me and no Meta powers."

I shake my head in amazement. It feels as though it's Bruce standing here telling me what to do. In a way, it is. "I'm not a rookie," I snap, feeling as though I've had this argument before. "Now, can we go or do you want to stand here and waste more time?"

"Uh…yah," he decides, clearly flabbergasted by my heated rejoinder. "Let's go."

He promptly leads the way, obviously not wanting to inflame my anger any further. I feel a slight twinge of guilt for snapping at him, but I'm not new at this. Bruce has ingrained his rules for being in Gotham so deeply into my brain I could recite them in my sleep.

We make our way towards him, staying in the shadows to keep from being detected just yet. I'm fighting my every instinct to charge over there, pin him against a wall and force him to talk, but I know that I need to take the backseat on this one. This is Gotham and I have to respect Bruce's rules even if he isn't here.

We follow him as he heads towards the front entrance of one of the buildings. Nightwing makes his move at that moment, making his presence known. "Excuse me," he calls out to him, the security guard whipping around and pointing a taser at us. "Hey, we just want to ask you a few questions."

The young man tries to hide his shock at the sight of us, but does a very poor job of it. He begins to tremble and I wonder if he's going to pass out. "Wha…what do you want?" he stammers as he steps more fully into the light, suspiciously keeping his taser trained on us.

I frown as I realize it's not Michael Kozak, but I'm still hopeful he'll be able to tell us where he is. Nightwing holds his hands up to show him we aren't here to attack anyone, displaying far more patience than I'm feeling at that moment.

"We just want to know if Michael Kozak is working tonight," Nightwing calmly inquires.

The security guard frowns, his forehead creasing. "Michael?" he questioned us. "What do you want with him?"

"We just have some questions for him regarding the recent spree of kidnappings," Nightwing clarified.

"You don't think Michael has anything to do with it, do you?"

"We're just investigating every possibility," Nightwing explains. "Is he working tonight?"

"No, he quit this morning," the young man informs us.

"Do you know why?" I ask.

The man shrugs his shoulders before putting his taser away. "No idea," he says. "He just up and quit. No explanation that I know of."

"All right," Nightwing decides with a nod. "If you notice anything suspicious, report it to the police immediately."

"Will do, sir."

The young man responds with such eagerness that I half expect him to salute us. Instead, he turns his attention back to the building, going inside to continue his rounds. My hands find my hips as I chew on my bottom lip. I don't like this one bit.

"Something isn't right about this," I tell him.

"I agree," he says. His response takes me off guard. I thought for sure he'd tell me that was it and to return to the cave. "We're going to have to do some more investigating to make sure Michael Kozak isn't involved in these missing girls."

I smile to myself, relieved that Dick isn't going to let this go. I feel a sense of hope and exhilaration take root inside of me as I follow him. I feel an unexpected sense of comfort to be back as Nemesis again, knowing that I'm helping Bruce and these girls.

Now, we just need a big break to blow this case wide open.

A/N: Wonder Woman and Nemesis are finally back, but how will Diana handle it?

UP NEXT: Bruce is there for Diana after a bad nightmare and in the present, Diana goes back to Gotham University in search of answers only to run into someone unexpected.