Thank you to those that reviewed and enjoyed this story. The truth is I sat and wrote this in one night after reading some of the stories here, and after seeing the direction that DC was taking Wonder Woman and Superman.
One year after the explosion of the Watchtower
In returning to her apartment Diana decided that she was finally ready to see what was on the drive. She vowed that as soon as she was changed she would plug it into her computer and find out what Bruce had left for her.
She knew nothing would change; she had broken of her relationship with Kal, the two of them returning to their friendship. She had watched as Nightwing had all but retired from his role. Time was doing Tim well as he would occasionally ask to accompany her, some nights as Robin, some days as the young man that well on his way to a much different and happier life. She spent many a night in the company of Alfred, what had begun as painful memories of Bruce, had turned into an almost familial relationship of love and concern.
As she opened the door and walked into her home she immediately noticed the sweet odor. There sitting on the table was a fresh cutting of mountain laurel and violets.
Alfred decided that today was a perfect day to take a drive. When the evening began to come in he decided to stop at a small roadside diner, and have a bite to eat before returning home. As he sat and ate he thought about how it had all happened. How he wished true love would have conquered all in the end. When the waitress returned he asked that she bring him a small dessert, before he excused himself to use the facilities.
Upon returning to the table he immediately noticed the tea and crumpet waiting for him. As he sat down he felt his phone vibrate. Looking at it he saw the picture of the fresh flowers from Ms. Diana. A wry smile threatened the corners of mouth.
"Maybe I was wrong", he said aloud.