Chapter 9

Watchtower; November 15th, 14:13 EST

I blow a raven curl out of my line of sight as I walk through the halls of the brand new Watchtower, boxes firmly in hand. It's not much, but it's all that I had wanted to bring up to my new quarters. It's not that I'm worried Bruce will crash the Watchtower again because I made him swear on his life that he would never do such a foolhardy, idiotic thing ever again. It's just that I don't have very many possessions to bring.

I'm relieved that I finally carved some time out of my busy schedule to move some of my things into my new quarters. I don't know how much I'm actually going to use this room, but it'll be nice to have a place to escape to if I ever need it.

I can't imagine living any place else but the manor now. It's become my home in so many ways over the last six plus months. I never thought after I was banished from my home that I'd find a place that I love almost as much as I love Themyscira, but Wayne Manor has come to mean so very much to me.

Maybe it's the rich history and antiques that are housed within its old walls. Maybe it's the sprawling gardens and acres of forest that surround it. Maybe it's the cliff that I find myself sitting on when I need to think, the waves crashing beneath me against the rocky shoreline my only company. Maybe it's the people that I've come to care about that reside there.

They've become like another family to me—Bruce, Alfred, Dick, Tim, and even Barbara. After Bruce destroyed the first Watchtower, I would've been completely lost with nowhere to go, but they took me in and I found love that I hadn't even realized that I had wanted or needed from each and every one of them, but most importantly with Bruce.

I would protect them all with my life. That's why I did what I had to in order to ensure that their secret identities would remain just that—a secret. I'd do it all over again in a heartbeat despite the struggles that I'm enduring now.

It's something that an Amazon does. It's been ingrained in me since I took my first steps, uttered my first words. We defend, we protect, we fight, we save. We carry our physical wounds with honor and pride, never letting them stop us. The emotional wounds are buried deep beneath layers of honor and courage and valor.

That is how I've been trying to handle the traumatic situation that I went through, burying it deep and carrying on with my chin held high. It's what my mother taught me to do.

"As Princess of the Amazons and next in line for the throne, you are duty and honor-bound to hold yourself to a higher standard than your sisters…you are to be an example of a perfect Amazon, fearless and determined. Never show frailty or weakness, but stand tall and proud in the face of adversity…"

My mother's words ring in my ears even now as if she'd just uttered them yesterday, not hundreds of years ago. It's something that I've heard so often in my lifetime from her and my sisters who trained me that it's the only way that I know. I'm more than determined to make them proud through this traumatic experience and to not dishonor them any way.

Drawing a deep breath, I can't help the smile that touches my lips as I spot several new League members moving things into their quarters. Flash told me it would be like the first day of college with everyone moving in. I didn't know what he meant by that, but I'm about to find out.

I'm glad now that Bruce suggested that a couple of floors of the Watchtower be used solely for League quarters, one section for civilian crew quarters, and one floor exclusively for Founders. At first, I had been concerned about appearing as though we were unapproachable to the new members, but I finally agreed to it.

I didn't want to come across as better than the new League members or more important just because we are the original team that founded the Justice League, but as I enter the code for the secured Founders' floor, I'm actually glad we did. It'll give us a little bit more privacy, especially now that Bruce and I are dating.

It's not something that either of us is eager to publicize within the Justice League. Only the Founders who are privy to our secret identities know that we are dating and we'd like to keep it that way. No one needs to know that Batman and Wonder Woman are romantically involved.

As I exit the elevator on the restricted Founders' floor, a breeze unexpectedly makes my hair flutter. Flash speeds past me before disappearing around the corner, abruptly reappearing beside me once more. "Wondy!" he greets me a smile, one that is far more relaxed since I returned to my duties.

He's forgiven me for ditching him on our mission to go assist our teammates in Washington DC, understanding that I had needed to be there for Bruce. I'll be more than happy when this temporary probation of Bruce's is over and I can go on missions without a babysitter.

The only reason I swallow my Amazonian pride and abide by it…for the most part…is because I feel I've caused Bruce more than enough worry and heartache to last at least a few years without adding to it. If this gives him a sense of reassurance, then I'll tolerate it…for now.

"Hey, Wally," I reply, shifting boxes to my hip.

"You're finally moving in too?"

"I took the afternoon off work to get my things moved in," I tell him. "I needed to get away from the office for a little while."

I swear if I had to look at one more spreadsheet I was going to scream. While I love my new position at Wayne Enterprises in the charities department, it's quite infuriating to see the extensive damage that Ariel had caused by her embezzlement of funds away from the people who need it. It also angers me how much her thievery has hurt and upset Bruce.

"Well, it's good to see you," he says. "I haven't gotten to go on anymore missions with you lately."

"Yah, Batman and Superman seem to think they need to be my partner to make sure I'm ready to be out on my own," I inform him with a frown, anger with the situation permeating my features I'm sure. "They're treating me like I'm some child."

He lays a sympathetic hand on my shoulder, his expression filled with compassion. "I'm sorry, Di," he sympathizes with me. "It's only because we all love you so much. We just don't want to see you get hurt again."

"I'm fine, Flash," I reassure him. "Everyone worries too much about me."

"You really scared the life out of all of us when you went missing," he reveals with sudden sadness, inadvertently reminding me once again of the extent of the heartache that I had caused everyone. "Bats wouldn't even let us help him look for you. He was hell-bent on finding you himself. The only reason Nightwing got to help was because he used to be Robin and he wouldn't take no for an answer."

"I appreciate it, Wally, but I'm back now and good as new," I tell him. "I just want to be able to do my job again."

"Well, I'm sure that Bats and Supes will release you to full duty soon," he tells me. "I gotta run get more of my stuff. Let's do lunch soon."

"See you later," I reply, continuing on my way.

Turning the corner, I almost run into John. "Hey, Diana," he greets me. "Do you need any help?"

"No, I'm good," I claim. "Are you all moved in already?"

"Just finished," he informs me, a coy smile spreading across his face that is so incongruent with the hardened Marine I've come to know. "I'm going to go help Vixen get moved in."

I smile with the unexpected revelation, noticing the way that his eyes brighten when he says her name. I couldn't be happier for him that he's finally able to move on. "I'm sure she'll appreciate the help from a handsome Marine."

"That's what I'm hoping for," he says with a grin as he leaves me alone in the hallway.

I continue on to my quarters, the last door on the right. I softly shake my head in amusement as I pass by Bruce's quarters before reaching mine. I can't help remembering how he had told me that his quarters were right next door to mine. Even though he hadn't verbally said it at the time, I could tell that he didn't want anyone else to be next to me but him. It had warmed me clear through to my toes, filling me with hope that there truly was something far more than just simple attraction brewing between us.

Entering my secret code, though I'm sure Bruce already knows what it is, the door slides open and I enter to find a dozen red roses waiting for me on the bedside table. I can't stop the smile that spreads across my face as I set my boxes down on my desk and walk over to them.

My eyes fall closed as I lean over and inhale deeply. They smell spicy yet sweet, their deep rich red petals like the finest velvet. I pick up the card that is propped against the vase, opening it to find an invitation to dinner Friday night with Bruce.

So taken by the sweet gesture, I don't even realize that someone has entered my quarters until I hear his voice. "So you will be my date Friday night?"

My smile broadens as I slowly turn to face the man who has quite literally stolen my heart in every sense of the word. His cowl is pushed back and he's holding a box in his hands, a lopsided smile on his face, but there is anxious anticipation residing in those blue orbs.

"Maybe," I coyly tease him as I set the card aside.

His eyebrows rise in shock, his lips twitching between stunned amusement and a disappointed frown. "Maybe?" he repeats. "What do you mean maybe?"

"Well, I don't rightly know," I evasively reply. "What do I get out of this if I say yes to a date with you?"

He seems to pick up on my playfulness, his posture relaxing minutely as he studies me. "Besides a fabulous dinner and dancing with a handsome man you mean?"

"Yes," I decide, folding my arms against my chest. "What else do I get?"

He pauses to set his own box down on the bed, the corner of his lips quirking into a mischievous smirk as he turns back to face me. "Well, what else did you have in mind, Miss Prince?" he huskily inquires as he closes the distance between us.

I find myself already melting beneath his piercing blue gaze, my arms moving of their own accord as I lower them to my sides. "I'm no longer on probation?" I venture.

Bruce seems to consider this for a moment and I can see the war being waged in his mind reflecting in his eyes. He draws a deep breath and I brace myself for the negative response I'm about to receive. "Fine," he relents with a sigh. "You have three days to go anyway and you've done very well except for the incident in Washington."

I feel my anger flare, my brow furrowing as I prepare myself for heated argument. "I did what I had to do to protect my teammates and ensure the safety of the city," I maintain with a definite note of indignation.

He takes my hand in his, his thumb caressing the back of it in an attempt to soothe my ire. "I know," he softly relents. "Although you almost gave me a heart attack…I know. I just wish you wouldn't be quite so impulsive sometimes. It scares me."

A raven eyebrow quirks in response. "This coming from the very man who decided to use the Watchtower as a missile in a suicidal effort to stop the Thanagarian Invasion?"

He visibly cringes with the reminder and I almost laugh. It's so incongruent with the forbidding uniform he wears. "You weren't supposed to remember that."

"Too bad," I tell him, poking him squaring in the chest with my free hand. "You did it and now you have to live with me reminding you of your stupidity for the rest of your life."

He winces with the sharp poke, taking my finger and bringing it to his lips to kiss the tip. "I guess I can live with that…as long as you're always with me," he tells me.

I feel a rush of warm desire surge through my veins, realizing for the first time that this is exactly what I've wanted all along. Ever since I first met the Dark Knight of Gotham, I've been completely intrigued by him, mesmerized by his abilities and resolute dedication.

What had started out as great respect and admiration had quickly evolved into a deep friendship, giving way to a blossoming love for this man that I only came to realize and accept since that kiss in the Indian restaurant during the invasion. I'm still not certain at times if this is something that should be pursued.

There is something else that I have to talk to him about, something that is always holding a part of me back, but I have to gather the courage to tell him about it first. It's something completely unrelated to my abduction, but he still needs to know.

This relationship…this love for a man goes against absolutely everything that I've ever been taught or trained to believe, but I can't deny what I feel for him. Nothing has ever felt so perfect or so right in my entire life and I can't let him go.

Before I realize it, I swiftly close the short distance between us, my lips finding his in a heated kiss that momentarily takes him by surprise as my emotions overwhelm me once more. It doesn't take long, though, before he's pulling me unbelievably closer, his lips parting to accept my heartfelt offering. I fully explore his mouth until the need to breathe becomes far too demanding for either of us to ignore.

He pants softly, his forehead coming to rest against mine. "Where did you learn to kiss like that?" he asked. "No, wait…I don't want to know."

I can't help the giggle that escapes as I brush my lips against his. "I would've thought the answer would've been obvious."

He pulls back to look at me, his expression unreadable, but I'm pretty sure there's a bright spark of jealousy in there somewhere. "I definitely don't want to know," he curtly decides with a scowl.

"Who am I blessed by, Bruce?" I question him as I use my thumb to gently massage away the annoyed dip between his eyebrows, waiting for him to come to the answer himself.

It only takes a few moments before his eyes brighten with understanding, his expression relaxing. "You haven't shared this gift with anyone else, have you?"

"Well, maybe once," I concede, averting my eyes, but a finger beneath my chin forces me to face him and his narrowed gaze silently orders me to tell him everything. "Steve Trevor."

His face instantly darkens and this time I can definitely see the jealousy blazing there behind the intense blue irises, his jaw clenching tightly. "Right…Steve Trevor," he grinds out the words as if he's chewing on broken glass. "You met him in the past."

"Yes, but we only kissed…nothing more," I reassure him.

"So you've never been with a man before," he continues.

I feel my cheeks grow warm as my stomach sinks into my boots. Nausea fills my throat as I think about what Callahan and MacCaffrey had done to me. He quickly realizes what he's just said, the memories it has invoked in me plainly written on my face. He crushes me to him, holding me in a death grip.

"I'm so sorry, Diana," he murmurs into my hair. "I didn't mean to—"

"No…it's okay," I reassure him, willing the contents of my stomach to stay where it's at. "They didn't rape me, Bruce."

"I know…I know," he whispers. "You were still assaulted…touched in ways that you never should've been."

I can easily pick out the fury in his voice. I know that it's taking everything inside of him to keep him from going to Blackgate Penitentiary and taking care of McCaffrey himself. I know he's still furious about Callahan's murder and the lack of closure it brings. He suspects Declan is behind it, but Bruce hasn't been able to prove anything yet.

I pull out of his embrace, keeping my expression reassuring as I take his face in my hands. "It's all right, Bruce," I firmly reassure him. "It's done and over with. We just need to move on now."

He draws a shaky breath before kissing me gently. "Here, I brought you something."

"More than the roses?" I ask, surprised as he leads me to my bed.

He hands me a box as we settle on to my bed and I open it to find something that I'd never expected to see again. "Bruce," I whisper as I lift my ceremonial fighting dagger from the box. "I thought I'd lost it when the Watchtower was destroyed."

"I went back later and dug through the remains until I found it," he confesses. "I've been holding on to it until the new Watchtower was finished before I gave it back to you."

Tears well in my eyes against my will as I throw my arms around him, burying my face in the crook of his neck. "Thank you, Bruce," I murmur, swallowing back my tears. "You have no idea what this means to me."

He wraps his arms around me, holding me close as he buries his face in my hair. "I knew it meant a lot to you and I felt so bad about destroying your things so I went back to find it for you," he tells me.

I feel my heart swell with more love than I thought was ever possible to feel for a man. I pull back enough to kiss him breathless, wishing I could show him just how much I love him, but I know he still wants to take things slow between us. I can't help hoping that sometime soon I'll be able to call him my lover too.

PRESENT DAY

Gotham; April 9th, 02:48 EST

I fly as fast as I can towards the coordinates that Dick gave me, staying high above the skyline in order to avoid detection. I can't afford to have anyone spot Nemesis flying over Gotham and yet I need to get there soon. One of our missing students is dead and I want answers.

On top of that, I haven't heard from Bruce at all tonight. It causes my heart to pound wildly with fear that I cannot begin to control. Something is very wrong. I can feel it deep in my bones. As soon as Dick and I finish our investigation into Willow Stevens, I'm going to start looking for Bruce whether he likes it or not.

Dick told me that it's not unusual for Bruce to miss a check in, but I'm not taking the chance. I can't bear the thought of him out there needing me and not being able to get to him. The thought makes me push myself that much harder to get to Dick. Hopefully, Bruce told Dick more than he told me about where he was going undercover or how to get in contact with him.

Landing on a rooftop, I fire my grappling gun, rappelling the rest of the way down. I quicken my step towards Nightwing and Commissioner Gordon, a body covered by a yellow tarp lying on the ground. Yellow police tape cordon off the area, keeping everyone out that didn't belong there.

The soft, steady click of my heels on the asphalt causes both men to look up at me as I emerge from the shadows. It gives me a flicker of pride to know that I had managed to disguise my arrival so effectively. Bruce would be proud too if he was here and not out there in the city somewhere.

I force myself to shove thoughts of Bruce to the back of my mind in order to focus on the case. Jim Gordon stares at me, clearly startled by my unexpected appearance as I come to stand beside Nightwing. I see a slight smirk twitching on Dick's lips and it strikes me as unusual.

Working with Nightwing is different compared to working with Batman despite the fact that Dick had been trained by Bruce. While they both work with the same methodical skill and expertise, there is a bit of a lighter tone to Dick. A measure of his mischeivious spirit manages to poke through at times and takes me by surprise. It's definitely a stark contrast to Bruce's hard edge and brooding tendencies.

"Um…hello," Commissioner Gordon greets me somewhat awkwardly, offering me his hand to shake. "I'm Commissioner Jim Gordon."

"Nemesis," I reply with a small smile as I shake his hand.

"Nemesis is the newest member of the team," Nightwing explains. "She'll be helping out with cases from time to time."

I don't like the part about "time to time", but I know that's something that I need to take up with Bruce when he returns. This is definitely not the time or the place. Of course, I'm not even Wonder Woman with the Justice League so I'll take what I can get right now until everyone stops looking at me as if I'm some victim on the verge of shattering into a million pieces.

"Well, we appreciate any help you can give with these missing girls," Gordon says, pausing to light a cigarette. "Parents are beyond frantic, the city is in a panic, and the mayor is coming down hard demanding something be done before any more girls are taken. Now…this. It's like dumping gasoline on a blazing inferno."

"Don't worry, Commissioner," Nightwing sympathetically reassures him. "Batman is working day and night to get to the bottom of this."

"We won't stop until these monsters are behind bars," I add.

Jim nods his head as he stares at the covered lifeless body lying on the ground at our feet. "I appreciate that," he softly says. "I just can't help thinking of my Barbara with all of this going on. I don't know what I'd do if…anyway, I'll let you two do your thing before the coroner shows up."

I watch with great understanding as Jim walks away, pulling out his cell phone to make a call. He was so kind and compassionate to me when he came to see me in the hospital after Bruce had rescued me. It was evident in that meeting that he cares greatly for this city, but, even more than that, its citizens.

A hand on my shoulder pulls my attention back to the crime scene and my partner. "I think maybe you're going to want to wait over there while I do this," Nightwing suggests.

I straighten my shoulders, holding my head up with determination. "No, I need to do this," I evenly state as I mentally brace myself for what I'm about to see.

"It's definitely not pretty," he warns me as he kneels beside the body, pausing to look up at me. "They roughed her up pretty good before they strangled her."

"Thank you, but I'm fine," I curtly state, my voice leaving no room for argument.

I am an Amazon warrior, honed and hardened by battle. I have seen many things in my life, more death and destruction than I care to think about since coming to Man's World. Still, nothing could have prepared me for what I see when Nightwing lifts that tarp.

I find myself falling to my knees beside Nightwing as he begins to collect evidence. She was brutalized beyond anything that I've ever seen, proving to me what Bruce had told me once about Gotham being a whole other level of criminal depravity. This was wickedness in its purest form.

I swallow hard as I carefully reach out with trembling fingers to carefully stroke her blond hair matted with blood. I suppress the tears that I feel building in my throat, wondering who could possibly be so cold…so absolutely heartless to have done something so vile to this beautiful young woman who had so much of her life still ahead of her. No one deserved to be treated like this.

She had to have been positively terrified during those excruciating moments leading up to her death, enduring such incredible pain and violation…such humiliation and degradation. It causes fury like liquid fire to sear through my veins as I gently stroke her cheek, praying for safe delivery of her soul to Elysium.

It's all I can do in that moment, showing her this one final act of respect and compassion that she didn't receive in the last several weeks since her abduction and then her death. Time seems to screech to a deafening halt as I'm taken back to my own abduction. I feel a shudder roil through me, my stomach churning painfully and threatening to betray me.

"By the time I'm done with you, you're going to be telling me everything you know, my beor," Callahan whispers against my ear, his tongue tracing the edge of it before he bites down hard and sucks on my earlobe.

I rub my arms in an effort to ward off the sensation of his hands on my body that refuses to leave me. It feels as though he's right here in this alley with me, following me as close as my own shadow. It's as if he's watching my every move…dragging his tongue across his lower lip with that sadistic grin on his face that causes shivers to race through me against my will.

To have my gifts stripped from me had been unnerving enough without being forced to endure being assaulted and tortured for hours on end on a daily basis by that animal. It had rattled me far deeper than I had expected, more than I care to admit. He continues to even now…even with my powers back.

It's humiliating…shameful. My sisters and mother would be mortified if they knew how I'm allowing this mortal man to have such a deep effect on me. I'm a warrior born and bred. There is nothing that I fear and yet I can't seem to break free from this psychological hold this vicious animal still has on me.

I feel as though I can't catch my breath as I stare down at the young woman before me, her blue eyes staring lifelessly back at me. My heart breaks for her and her family, knowing how she had suffered. It never should've ended this way for her. We should have found her in time, but we didn't. We failed her.

My thoughts drift to Bruce and where he could possibly be at this moment. Is he safe? Does he know that we lost Willow Stevens? I can't help hoping that he's on his way home to me right now. I need to feel his strong arms around me, holding me close and sharing in our grief over this senseless loss of life.

The feel of a hand on my shoulder intrudes on my thoughts and forces me to face the reality of the situation we have to deal with now. I look up to find Nightwing staring down at me with concern on his face. He silently squeezes my shoulder as if knowing my thoughts and telling me that he understands.

"I have everything we need," he softly tells me.

I slowly nod my head in understanding, forcing myself to my feet as he kneels down to readjust the tarp over her once more. He turns to me, his hand coming to rest on my forearm in an unspoken request for me to follow him. I readily turn to leave, glancing back over my shoulder one last time as the coroner arrives to take the body to the morgue for an autopsy.

A heavy silence settles between us as we finally take to the air, landing on a nearby rooftop where we can still watch the crime scene below us. It does little to settle me as I observe them lifting her on to a gurney, her left arm slipping free from the yellow tarp to dangle over the side. Even from here, the severe bruising and deep cuts around her wrist are clearly visible…so identical to my own that I had received.

It isn't until I feel a hand firmly grasping hold of mine that I realize that I'm trembling uncontrollably. I look over at Dick to find him standing very close to me. "You don't have to put yourself through this, Diana," he tells me.

"Yes, I do," I insist, lifting my chin in defiance. "I have to do this."

"No, you don't," he firmly states, refusing to back down. "It's clearly affecting you. It's creating flashbacks and panic attacks."

"I am an Amazon," I bite out. "I can handle this."

"You may be an Amazon, Diana, but you are still a woman…a person who went through a horrific ordeal," he reminds me. "You have such a compassionate heart and feel things so deeply. It's only natural that you would still be struggling with what you endured. It's not something that anyone can reconcile in a few months even if you are an Amazon. You're every far from the shores of Themyscira and paradise."

The corner of my mouth twitches as I turn to face him. "How do you know how to talk to an Amazon without having your head removed from your shoulders?"

Dick gives me a smirk that exposes his boyish charm. It's no wonder Donna has fallen so hard for him. "I've had to learn the hard way," he teases with a definite glint in his blue eyes. "Believe me…I've had a lot of practice from dealing with your sister."

I can't help the laughter that unexpectedly slips past my lips. It feels good to laugh despite all the heartache that has surrounded me for so long now. "You better hope I don't tell her you said that."

He joins me in my amusement until I mention that. His expression suddenly turns almost frightened as he realizes his mistake. "Oh no…please don't," he pleads. "She'll kill me…like literally."

I chuckle softly, a smile on my lips. "I promise I'll keep it just between us," I swear to him. "I don't want to create any trouble between you two love birds."

He visibly relaxes with my promise, his expression growing serious once more. "Donna's been worried sick about you these last six months," he reveals. "She told me a little of what she can feel from you. She really wants to help you, but she doesn't know how."

I stiffen with the news, but I force my irritation aside. I know that Donna has been worried about me which was why I'd been trying to avoid her. She knows all too well how I've been struggling no matter how hard I try to conceal it from everyone.

"I know," I softly confirm. "There's nothing anyone can do, Dick. It's something I have to come to terms with on my own."

"You know it's not breaking any Amazonian laws to seek help from those who care about you," he bravely ventures. "I know…I checked with Donna."

I bite at my bottom lip, my fingers curling into my palms. I slowly nod my head, trying to find answers that won't come. As much I appreciate Dick's attempt to help me, I don't feel as though I can go down this road with him. Luckily, I don't have to.

"Just think about, Diana," he tells me. "Bruce is so in love with you. There's absolutely nothing that he wouldn't do for you."

His earpiece beeps and I'm able to hear the incoming message that Oracle is sending him. "This is Nightwing," he responds. "Go ahead, Oracle."

"There's been another kidnapping," Oracle informs him and, because of my enhanced hearing, me as well.

"What's the name?"

"Kelly Watkins," she replies. "She was taken from her car in a parking lot at a Starbucks a couple of blocks from GU."

"Don't tell me," Nightwing says with anger lacing his voice. "She's also a student at GU."

"You got it, bird boy," Oracle confirms. "Blond hair…blue eyes."

"Send the coordinates to me. We'll go check it out," Nightwing requests. "What's Robin up to?"

"He just took down a petty thief on the west side," she reveals.

"Tell him to contact me if he needs back up," he tells her. "Nemesis and I are going to check out the crime scene on the missing student."

"Roger that," she agrees.

"Hey, any word from Batman yet?" he asks. "He was supposed to check in at midnight, but hadn't yet when Nemesis left the cave."

"No, not a peep from the head Bat," she tells him. "I'll route him to you if he calls."

"Okay, thanks," Nightwing says, cutting the communication before turning his attention to me. "You heard?"

"Yes," I reply as I nod my head, my heart sinking into my boots with no word from Bruce.

"Let's go," he suggests. "We'll check out the crime scene and then we'll see if we can find out about Batman."

"Okay," I agree as I fire my grappling line to follow my partner, my mind consumed with thoughts of Bruce and what he is doing right now. I send up a silent prayer of protection, one that I hope that my goddesses will honor if not for me than for him.

A/N: Okay, I really loved this update. I loved the past part and I love writing Nightwing and Nemesis in action. I like to think that Dick would do everything that he could to be there for Diana in Bruce's absence.

UP NEXT: Bruce and Diana go on a romantic date, but how will it end? In the present, Nightwing and Nemesis investigate the crime scene of the newest kidnapping victim and make a big discovery. :)