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Chapter Ten - Meant To Be?

Diana and J'onn had stayed in the medical bay together for hours, endlessly debating the possibilities. Eventually they settled upon the only one that made sense. Diana was left still sitting on the bed blinking numbly.

"Are you alright, Diana?" he asked.

She frowned. "How far along am I?"

"About six weeks, based on your hormone levels. I'd recommend you go to a doctor and get a scan soon."

She nodded. "I just...I mean it must be...but to suddenly find myself...pregnant..."

He nodded. "You're shocked. And angry?"

Diana nodded guiltily. "I know I shouldn't be, but...it would have been nice to be asked, you know?"

J'onn sat beside her. "I understand that, yet there seems to be little you can do about it now."

"No," she agreed. "I suppose I should tell people..."

"You don't have to tell the entire League," he pointed out. "But perhaps the founders would be a good idea."

She nodded. "Right. There's the meeting to discuss the modifications to the monitor duty schedule tomorrow, I'll use that. Everyone's going to be there, right?"

"I believe so, though I'm not sure Batman was planning to attend."

Diana bit her lip. How in Tartarus was she going to explain this to Bruce? I guess this puts paid to anything between us, she thought mournfully. Of course, he'd made it clear that he believed there couldn't be anything between them anyway...but what if he didn't believe her explanation? What if- She cut her thoughts off before J'onn picked them up. The most important thing now was the baby she carried. It didn't matter how Bruce felt, or anyone else for that matter.

"I'll ask him to," she sighed.

"Alright. He's still in the monitor womb."

She smiled, and pulled the huge Martian into a tight hug. "Thank you, J'onn."

He returned the embrace. "I'm always here if you need me."

"I know." Giving him a last smile, she left the Infirmary and headed to the monitor womb. Batman was still in there, running five different programmes at once, as well as a couple of scans in addition to monitoring Earth.

She tapped him on the shoulder with a smile. "I'm not sick, you can go now thanks."

"You're not sick?"

She shook her head. "No. Oh, but you know the meeting tomorrow?"

"What about it?" he asked, standing up.

"Can you come? There's...something I need to say."

For some reason, that made him stiffen. "What?" he asked tersely.

"Nothing that can't wait until then," she assured him, sitting in the chair he'd conveniently warmed for her and flicking through the different cameras monitoring the planet below.

He didn't move, instead taking a deep breath. "Princess, there's something I-"

The doors hissed open, and a scarlet blur stopped by Diana's chair. "Hey, Wondy."

She smiled. "Hi, Wally. You alright?"

"Good. On my way to the commissary, but I heard you and Shayera made up, so I thought I'd stop by and ask if you fancied a movie night later?"

Diana grinned and nodded. "Sounds good. I'll bring the popcorn."

The last few months hadn't been easy on Flash, not by a long shot. Before the invasion the three of them had had weekly movie nights, but after Shayera's return to the League he'd had to do everything twice - once with Diana and once with Shayera. She stood up and pulled him into an impulsive hug. He seemed surprised, but hugged back, and vanished.

It wasn't until the doors had closed that she realised Batman was nowhere to be seen.

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As a criminal in Gotham City - at least one of the regulars - it was obvious when Batman had had a bad day. They were the days when they came out of it not with broken arms and concussions, but week-long comas and colostomy bags.

And Batman had been having a bad month.

The thug let out a groan and dropped to the ground, unconscious. Bruce slammed his head against a wall just to be sure. That was criminal number sixteen of tonight, and it was only one thirty. He still hadn't managed to work out his anger, mainly because he wasn't especially angry at them, but at himself.

Why - why - hadn't he just blurted it out? He could've waited until Flash was gone, he could have just said it. How hard was it just to say 'Diana, we need to talk', or 'Princess, there's something I haven't told you'? Damn it he was such a coward.

What the hell did she have to say tomorrow? Could she have worked it out? He cursed under his breath. No, impossible. She had no memory of it ever happening. And if she had somehow worked it out then she wouldn't bother with a public confrontation - she'd just track him to the ends of the earth in order to kick his ass. League protocol dictated that he fill out a mission report - but so far he'd managed to avoid doing so, and John hadn't either. Bruce suspected the reason for that was that he didn't like to think about Rex, about how his simple existence simultaneously complicated and uncomplicated John's entire life.

Bruce didn't like to think in terms of 'meant to be'. But Shayera and John...they were 'meant to be'; if Rex did nothing else then he proved that. Even in a future that was utterly screwed up, his parents had still found each other.

Bruce paused for a moment on top of the nearest church, looked out over his city and tried hard not to brood. He wasn't unaware that that could equally apply to he and Diana. His brain wouldn't let go of the old man's face when he spoke about her. One day, he was going to be so passionately in love with Diana that losing her would cripple him. Obviously the best course of action would be to make sure he didn't fall in love with her. Which inevitably meant leaving the Justice League altogether.

But if, in that future, John and Shayera still had their love, and it was 'meant to be', then he and Diana were 'meant to be', if only for one night. But they'd already had their one night. Was that all they were going to get?

It wasn't until the ear of the gargoyle he was resting his hand on came away in his fist that he woke up. He'd just tell her. Tomorrow, after the meeting, he'd say 'Diana, I need to talk to you', and then just spit it out. Besides, if John's glares got any harder then he'd have two holes bored into the side of his head soon.

On the street below, a police car wailed past. Batman pulled out his grapple, and followed. He arrived (naturally) ten minutes before the cops, and already had the gang members bound and unconscious by the time they got there.

After that it was two would-be rapists, four burglars and a drug dealer before the Riddler decided that a breakout from Arkham was due. Thankfully, he only got fifteen minutes away from the prison before Batman caught up with him.

In that time, he'd managed to blow up four empty stores and one not-so-empty 7/11. Three innocent people in the hospital.

It was four thirty seven am before he got home, with the meeting at midday GMT. Which was five hours ahead of Eastern Standard Time. Which gave him a grand total of two hours sleep. Damn Diana for having something to say. It had better be really important.

The Batglare was very firmly fixed in place when he teleported onboard the Watchtower, and during the meeting he didn't even pretend to look at Clark. Was it in Kryptonian DNA that they had to waffle? A list of the modifications would do - here's the list, take a vote on which ones we like, then we can all go home. He glanced at Diana, who was tapping her fingernails nervously on the table. He frowned. Nervous? Diana? She caught his gaze and smiled as if she were reassuring him about something, and stopped tapping.

Finally, after much pointless hyperbole that had nothing to do with anything, Superman finished his speech. "Right, I think that's everything."

"Actually, I have an announcement to make," Diana said.

"Oh, go right ahead," Clark smiled.

"The goddesses have blessed me," she said simply. "I'm going to have a child."

Everyone's jaw – apart from J'onn's – dropped open, which was a good thing, since no one really noticed Bruce's reaction. It wasn't possible. It- it- It didn't make sense. It just wasn't possible.

It really wasn't.

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