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Chapter Eleven

Two hours later, Clark was still rubbing his jaw.

Only part of me felt guilty. I knew was being driven slowly insane - my heart and my mind warring over which version of events was the truth. I had seen my Elizabeth look to him as though he held the answers to everything. The way she should look at me, or her real father. And I had seen Kal betray that precious trust she had in him.

But equally, I knew he hadn't. He couldn't have, because Elizabeth doesn't exist, at least not yet. She is unborn, a little pair of haploid cells that exist, one in me and one in Bruce. Clark hadn't betrayed anyone's trust, not ours and not hers. He never would - he was my best friend, he was Bruce's best friend, he was...the third part of us, or the first, or the second. We were the trinity and we watched each other's backs and he couldn't be our downfall. He was not anything less than... Superman.

He hadn't fought back, of course. But he'd barely managed to restrain me from doing him serious harm. For a while I really did want to kill him - he'd betrayed me, Bruce; most importantly he'd betrayed Elizabeth. That was enough to make blind rage fuel my limbs. It took GL to remove my hands from around Superman's neck, and even then nothing calmed me. Not until Clark left and returned to the Watchtower with Batman did I settle down.

Bruce turned to John and commanded, "Let her go."

The green bubble dissipated, and Clark took a step back. I shot a glare at him, and probably would have taken another shot at him, but Bruce's hand on mine stopped me. "Enough, Diana."

I turned away, lowered my voice and spoke through gritted teeth. "He didn't tell her. And it's no good telling me it's not that Kal, Batman, I know that." I bit my lip, feeling and denying the heat at my eyes. "I feel as though I'm being torn apart, mentally and emotionally."

"Then put yourself back together," he said roughly. "This is going to tear the League apart, you know it is."

I nodded. And that could be exactly what whoever it was wanted. They were trying to polarize the League, and separating the three of us was the way to do it. "Yes. It just... It's so real."

"It isn't."

"I know." I started to move toward Clark again, this time to apologize, but then hesitated. "Should we tell him?"

A muscle in his jaw clenched. "We have no choice. United we stand. He needs to know what's going on."

I nodded, and we looked over at Clark. He'd heard every word we'd said, of course, and walked over to us. The guilt at his tense and wary expression was a little stronger this time.

"I'm sorry, Clark," I apologized.

"It's okay, Diana, I know there's a good reason for it. I would really like to know what it is," he added hopefully.

I sighed, and we both followed Bruce to the conference room. Once the doors were shut, I said bluntly, "I'm seeing the future."

"The future?"

"Yes, and it's been confirmed by Apollo. And what I'm seeing...is our daughter."

There was a moment of uncertainty then, and it really hit me. She really was our daughter - mine, Bruce's and Clark's. We were all of us her parents, even if one of us had no right to be.

"The daughter of Bruce and I," I amended emphatically, glaring once more.

"Jeez, Diana, what did I do?" he snapped. "I'm the one with laser beam eyes, remember? Why are you looking at me like you want to kill me?"

Bruce took over before I could yell back. "You're the one who raised her," he said flatly. "In the future, Diana and I will be almost killed in a plane crash. And our baby daughter-"

If Clark's eyes got any wider, he'd be rivaling most dinner plates. "You two are-?"

"Apparently."

"Wow. I owe Wally fifty bucks."

It unexpectedly breaks the tension between Clark and I whilst simultaneously increasing it between he and Bruce. I chuckle softly, and he grins. "I really am sorry, Clark."

He squeezes my hand affectionately. "I know. Just...tell me what happens?"

"Well, due to our 'deaths', you raise Elizabeth. But you raise her without telling her who her real parents are." I shrug. "We don't know why. But then Bruce and I come back through the power of my goddesses, and...you still refuse to tell her. I... I hit you because I saw you give up the opportunity to tell her the truth. Deliberately. You lied to her, Clark. You betrayed my daughter's trust in you."

The anger hasn't made its way back into my tone, but my words are bleak. I know the future isn't set in stone, but at this point I can't see it happening any other way. He will lie to her and if he will, then he already has. He's already made the decision to. I just need to understand the reason why.

But then maybe I already know it.

"Lizzie? I love you, sweetheart."

"I love you too, Daddy."

I put my hand over my eyes and turn away. "Oh Hera, Clark..."

"What is it?" both of them asked.

I smiled sadly and then looked at my best friend. "I just realized. If you've raised her from a baby then of course she's your daughter. Especially since she doesn't know she's not-" I cut off, frustration rising again. "But why doesn't she know? Why wouldn't you tell her?" I asked.

He stared at me. "Diana, how am I supposed to answer that?"

I shook my head, not knowing either. All I did know was that I needed the truth from someone.

Clark was speaking to Bruce. "Have you come up with any suspects?"

"None yet, but obviously any enemy of the League with the ability to influence minds is a possibility. Grodd, for instance, is one we have to consider."

Kal nodded. "I'll get J'onn to look into it. How many of these visions are you having?"

"They come and go, but I pass out almost every time. And I see everything as Elizabeth does. But something's going to happen, and soon." I swallow, feeling like the Oracle of Delphi myself. "She has to find out soon. And...I don't know what will happen when she does."

"Can you find out?" Clark asked.

Bruce narrowed his eyes. "Don't even try it. You have no idea what kind of dangers you're opening your mind to when the visions come - doing it voluntarily could be extraordinarily perilous. I won't allow it."

The corner of my mouth curled up. "We're not even married yet and already you're giving me orders? Careful, Batman."

"Honour and obey, Princess," he muttered with the flash of a grin. "Honour and obey."

"It's now honour and cherish, Bruce. Move into the twenty-first century, caveman," I smirked back at him, the chemistry between us starting to rise again.

Our smiles quickly faded when Clark cleared his throat, now beet-red. He was looking everywhere but at the two of us. I coloured slightly. "Sorry, Clark. I-"

"Tammy, hold my hand while we're crossing the road, sweetie," I told the little girl at my side firmly.

She nodded and took my outstretched arm as we came to the edge of the sidewalk. The library was just on the other side of the road. "Now how do we cross the road?" I asked her.

"We have to look both ways," she began.

"Yes."

We did so, and there was nothing coming.

"Is it safe to cross now?" I asked, feinting a step forward.

I smiled as she tightened her grip on my hand, and I let her pull me to a stop. "No, Lizzie, you have to stop! We have to listen too!"

I grinned. "Well done!"

Seeing that it was safe, we crossed the road to the library, and entered. I was actually looking forward to this.

Tammy Wilson needed to study up on, of all people, Diana of Themyscira. And since meeting her three days ago, there was little else I'd wanted to do either. The internet was great, but there was only so much it could tell you - and typing the words 'Wonder Woman' into Google had come up with more than twenty million results, and even had I had my dad's speed, there was no way I could have searched through all of them. Wikipedia had given me the bare bones, of course, as it had tried to with Batman. But unlike with Diana, Batman's page had had nothing except 'possibly an urban myth'. Well, if he was an urban myth, then he was very solid and had quite a firm grip.

And anyway, I wasn't really all that interested in Batman. Sure, he was a mystery, but frankly, I knew my limits. And to figure out Batman, I really would need to be the World's Greatest Detective. Diana, though, I was sure would be a far easier book to read. Well maybe not easy but definitely more enjoyable. I could talk to her, of course, but while I'd love to, I felt woefully ignorant. She was everything I aspired to be, and I needed to know something about her before I was able to hold my end of a conversation.

Tammy's interest was decidedly less invested - her class was doing a project on strong female figures in history, and Tammy had picked Wonder Woman. So I was taking her to the library to research.

Once in there, we went down to the newspaper archives and dug out all the old copies of the Planet we could. They were all old, of course, at least twenty years old. After that there were no articles about Wonder Woman. She was just alluded to in them. Tammy was too little to carry much, so I carried the majority of them - far more than I should have been able to do, but Tammy was too small to understand the weight a young woman should or shouldn't be able to carry. It turned out there was so much that it would be impossible for Tammy to cover it all in the fifteen-minute time slot she'd been allocated for her presentation.

"Why don't we focus on the beginning of her work with the Justice League and the...end?" I suggested.

"Okay," she nodded. "I'll start at the beginning, and you have a look at the last year, okay?"

"Of course," I nodded.

We studied in silence for a while, though sometimes I would help Tammy with a word or two that she didn't understand. Which was surprisingly few. She was a very smart kid. I meanwhile, immersed myself in the last two years of her life. This morning, Dad and I had talked more about the two of them, and something surprising had come up – Wonder Woman and Batman had been together. More than that, they were actually married. Well, Diana and whoever he was under the mask had been and their real 'deaths' had been in a plane crash.

I flicked through the huge book of Planet pages until I came to what I was looking for, the death of Wonder Woman and Batman. Though it told me nothing but the official line - that they'd died in a mission off world. I knew that wasn't true. I couldn't, of course, tell Tammy that.

I bookmarked the pages that would help her with her presentation, then stood. "I'm just going to surf the Internet, okay, Tammy? I'll be just over there. Call me if you need anything."

She nodded. "Okay, Lizzie."

The computers were a matter of twenty feet away, so that Tammy wouldn't be out of my sight. I booted it up and then brought up Google, hesitating. I wouldn't find anything about their real deaths on the web, no matter how detailed my search. I twisted my mouth and then typed in what I really wanted to know.

A few moments later, I was staring in awe at what had come up. In the Gotham Gazette online archive was a front page from twenty-two years ago. The headline screamed in both joy and incredulousness. Gotham Playboy Getting Hitched At Last! I didn't recall hearing that Bruce Wayne had been married.

The full-colour photograph was of Bruce Wayne, standing with his bride with both of them beaming at one another. And the woman - if you replaced blonde hair with black, and green eyes with blue - looked very like Wonder Woman.

"Holy crap..." I breathed.

My thoughts landed on Alfred. He hadn't just been butler to Bruce Wayne, he'd been butler to Batman. Bruce Wayne was Batman! It bore saying again. "Holy crap!"

I kept clicking. It made perfect sense. At the same time Batman and Wonder Woman had 'died', Bruce Wayne and his wife had been 'killed' in a plane crash. My brows came together as I frowned it confusion. I was sure I read or saw somewhere that he'd had a heart attack during a...fit of decadence. Of course I could have just heard rumors and innuendo as before today Bruce Wayne had only remotely been on my radar.

What I clicked on next made me freeze for a moment in shock. Almost two years after their wedding day, there was another article. Gotham Welcomes New Princess. They'd had a baby girl. I didn't know that - where was she now? Had she actually died? Poor Diana. Poor Bruce.

Then I read her name. Elizabeth.

I shivered as if someone had just walked over my grave. Then there was another niggling sensation at the back of my mind. What, exactly, were Diana's powers? I cast my mind back to Wikipedia, but couldn't remember the details. So I called to Tammy.

"Tammy, sweetie? What were her powers?"

She screwed her face up in concentration, then flicked through until she found the right one. "Um...she could fly, heal real fast and was super-strong."

My mouth went dry. My heartbeat roared in my ears. Oh God. No. No way. But she'd been born on the same day as me. And...Alfred had lived on my street for as long as I could remember. And...the way Diana had stared at me. And...kryptonite didn't affect me when it should-

No.

"No!"

My shout echoed across the library, earning me several glares and a lot of 'shhhhhhhs!' Tammy looked up, frowning. "Lizzie! It's a library, we have to be quiet!"

"Sorry," I said automatically, still staring.

But I wasn't sorry. I needed to do it again. I needed to sob, scream, and yell.

And I couldn't even breathe.

My fingers were moving before I realized it, printing off both of the articles. "Tammy, we're leaving."

"Oh, but I'm not finished!"

"You are, Tammy. You've got all you need, and I've got to get home."

I dropped Tammy off to a bewildered Mary Wilson without even an apology. Then I had to stop myself from flying home. Instead I ran home as fast as I could. It was only five in the evening. He wouldn't be home until at least six. I couldn't stop reading the pieces of paper in my hands, over and over again until my fingers were stained with ink.

At six exactly, my father arrived home. And found me sitting at the kitchen table, staring at the surface in front of me.

"Hey, Liz. How was your day? Work was crazy, the Chief is thinking about sending Lois and I to Somalia for this story we're working on about international arms dealing, and I'm struggling really hard not to tell him that it's a total waste of time, and it's the Russians we should be-" He stopped, then the next time he spoke, his voice was tinged with concern. "Liz? You're very quiet. Did something happen at college?"

I still couldn't say anything.

He pulled out a chair and sat next to me. "Elizabeth? Are you okay?"

"Um... While I was at Conner's, Tammy - you know, his little sister - as doing a school project about strong female figures in history. And she picked Wonder Woman. Mary let her go to the library with me, and we looked up Wonder Woman's powers," I said.

"Liz-"

"Funny, though," I continued, as if he'd not spoken, "because when we looked, turned out that Wonder Woman's powers match mine...exactly. And then I remembered what you'd told me about Batman and Wonder Woman being a couple. So I went to Google, I typed in 'marriage', 'Diana' and 'Gotham' - and this was the top result," I said, sliding the first newspaper cutting across the table, and still not looking at him. "And then I kept clicking until I found this..." My voice failed me as I slid the other cutting to him, finally looking up.

He looked like he'd rather be looking away, but didn't. A tear slipped down one of my cheeks as I whispered, "Tell me I'm wrong, Daddy."

He didn't say anything, and more tears came as I carried on, begging him now. "Tell me it's my overactive imagination, tell me I'm being paranoid, that it's ridiculous- Daddy, please."

I wasn't the only one crying when he shook his head. "I can't."

My head went down, and I forced my tears away. It wasn't difficult, not with the amount of anger that was beginning to stir. When he reached for my hand, I snatched it back before he could touch me, not wanting to be anywhere near him.

"How could you?" I spat. "How could you?"

"Lizzie, I never wanted to lie to you-"

"Then why did you?!"

"It was for your safety," he said earnestly. "Liz, you have to believe me-"

"Why should I?" I shot back. "I've been believing you all my life, and you've lied to me my entire life!"

"I know."

The sadness - and acceptance - in his voice just made me angrier. "God, I'm such an idiot. That's why, isn't it?" I asked, still not able to look at him. "The real reason Kryptonite doesn't affect me, and why- How could I not have seen it- Thatshould have tipped me off, let alone the way Hippolyta looked at me-"

He put a hand on my shoulder, and it burned. "Don't. Just don't."

Without another word, I left the house, slamming the door on the way as I went. Once in the yard, I took off, having no idea where I was flying to.

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