A/N: Thank you for the reviews! Short chapter this time, but it was the right place to end it. My thanks go to Daisy Jane for the beta.

Chapter Nine

I opened my eyes with Elizabeth's sense of dread.

She was right - something terrible was going to happen and it was going to happen to her. I just knew it as my mind felt like it was on fire. What was going on here? This had to be the future, no matter what Bruce thought about the idea. It was too clear, too detailed for it to be anything less than the truth. But how was I seeing the future? All of my gifts were god-given. This one couldn't be any different.

And the future meant prophecy, and prophecy meant...Apollo.

"Apollo?" Bruce asked.

I blinked, not aware of having spoken. "I think I'm seeing the future," I told him.

He raised an eyebrow. "The future? Diana, I just told you that we're not-"

"I know what you said, Bruce," I snapped impatiently. "And you can keep telling yourself that as much as you wish. Now, if I am seeing the future then Apollo will be able to tell me. So I'm going to Delphi."

"There is no oracle at Delphi anymore, Diana," he reminded me.

"No, but that's where Apollo's presence would be at its strongest," I said. "So if you'll excuse me, I have a long flight to Greece ahead of me."

"Diana, this is ridiculous-"

I stopped and turned to him with narrowed eyes. "Why is it ridiculous, Bruce?"

"Because you're flying halfway across the world based on visions that aren't true, and that cannot be the future-"

"No," I contradicted, "I am not. I'm flying halfway across the world based on hope and something that I know in my heart is real. And Elizabeth is real, Bruce, so stop looking at me like that," I added sharply. "You don't know any better. If anyone around here operates on hope, it's you. You're not just fighting the criminals, are you? You're hoping that Gotham starts helping itself as well. So yes, Bruce, I'm going because I hope that you're wrong. I hope that one day Elizabeth will exist, and I'm hoping that Apollo can help me stop whatever she's going through from happening."

He stopped. "What is she going through?"

"She doesn't know us," I replied simply. "We're her parents, Bruce, and she might not know that, but she knows something is missing. She knows that something terrible is happening, or about to happen. Now I want to stop whatever that is from happening to our daughter." I walked closer, put my palms on his shoulders. "Are you going to help me?"

He opened his mouth; to say no, I was sure of it - but then he sighed. "Yes. I'll help you."

I grinned. He'd just acknowledged that we had a daughter. That we would have a daughter, one day. Before he moved, I kissed him. Just once, lightly. It lasted no more than two seconds before I pulled away. "Thank you."

Then I turned to float up the stairs. "Princess - the Batwing's this way."

"I know," I smiled. "But I need to see Alfred. I'll be back in a moment."

I had to laugh when I entered the drawing room a few moments later - Alfred was staring at me in a manner almost exactly the same as Bruce's. "Your Highness! I had no idea you were here-"

"Don't trouble yourself, Alfred. I'm afraid I'm not staying long. I just wanted to give you something."

"What-"

He cut off as I embraced him, then kissed his cheek. I stepped away with a smile. "Thank you."

He blinked. "Um, you're welcome, Miss Diana."

I smiled again, and then went back down to the Cave.

It was so dark. It was cold. It was wet. There was cold moisture dripping onto Diana's face. She couldn't move. She couldn't open her eyes. She wasn't breathing. Great Hera, why wasn't she breathing? Why couldn't she remember how to breathe? Finally, movement began to return to her limbs. Fingers first. First her left hand, then the right. The right met something. Something smooth, cold. Leather.

It clicked.

The plane crash. The lightning that tracked them. Elizabeth. Bruce.

Her eyes snapped open. Ice and glass were before her. And the leather? She swallowed. The leather meant Bruce. Suddenly she had the necessary strength. The glass shattered with barely an effort. Where were they - where were her family?

She was panicking so much she almost didn't notice; when she did, the frosted crystal surrounding the Dark Knight melted in sharp splinters. She reached in and grabbed her husband by his shoulders, yanking him out.

"Bruce! Bruce, wake up, answer me-"

It took another moment, but eventually he woke with the same start she had. Unlike Diana, he was shuddering with cold. His masked eyes focused on her stricken face immediately. Then he noticed the same thing she did.

"Eliz- Elizabeth?" he demanded through chattering teeth.

"I don't know," she whispered. "I don't know where she is."

A warm female voice spoke. "Fear not, child. She is safe."

I bolted up, my arms flying out on either side. One of my fists smashed through the lamp on my nightstand, the crash only adding to my jumpiness. Sobs were spilling out of my mouth before I could stop them.

That same sense of dread was filling me. There was something wrong but I couldn't hold onto the dream. There was something coming. The door banged open. "Lizzie?"

"I'm okay, Daddy. Sorry," I said, "the nightmare came back again." I attempted a smile, but it didn't feel as though it was successful.

He moved over to me, sitting on the edge of the bed. "You have nothing to be sorry about, sweetheart. You can't help what you dream."

I nodded, struggling to push the tears back. I managed it, eventually, after roughly wiping my cheeks free of tears. "Still doesn't make for a good nights' sleep though, does it?"

He gestured out of the window, to where the sun was rising. "Well it looks like morning to me. So why don't we get dressed and go out, get an early breakfast?"

"Sounds good," I agreed, finding a genuine smile from somewhere.

After breakfast, I had classes. Despite the fact that Dad's comforting chatter had drastically improved my mood during the meal, I was still on edge. There was still something about the blue sky and the birds that spoke of foreboding.

It turned out I was wrong. So very, very, very wrong.

I got home at just before dinnertime, seeing Dad's car in the driveway. I frowned; that was odd. He wasn't normally home before six, and it was my turn to cook. Maybe the Chief had given him the afternoon off? Didn't seem like Perry White, though. Unless that headline had really impressed him.

I opened the door and dumped by bag on the bottom step of the stairs. "Dad? I'm home."

"In the living room, Liz. Could you come in here a second?"

I frowned. His voice sounded strained. "Dad, are you ok-"

My feet froze in place once I reached the living room doorway. My jaw dropped, and my eyes bugged.

Batman and Wonder Woman were sitting on our couch.

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