Diana felt herself getting weaker. The poison was slowly spreading throughout her body. She started to feel dizzy, her stomach hurting with immense pain. King Farraday knelt beside her. He was asking if she was okay, but she couldn't hear herself respond. She felt something sink into her skin.

She opened her eyes a few minutes later, feeling much better. She was lucky they had found an antitoxin in Black Manta's belt. Now, she was just happy to be back in the Watchtower. She laid back on her bed. J'onn had called them all to a meeting in the morning. It didn't take a telepath to figure out that he was taking some time off. She was fine with it. In fact, she had insisted on it.

"How are you feeling?" Bruce moved gracefully across the room, lying beside Diana.

She smiled, reaching up and removing his mask in order to look into his eyes, "One day, you are going to have to tell me how you do that. I don't like knowing that you can sneak into my room whenever you want."

"I didn't sneak in. I came in when you were sleeping. I just didn't want to wake you," Bruce gently kissed her neck, "You look so peaceful when you sleep. Now, you never answered my first question."

"I'm feeling pain in my stomach, but other than that I'm fine," Diana smirked, "I'd be a lot better if you'd keep doing that."

Bruce chuckled, "I think I can accommodate."

Diana smiled, climbing on top of him, "I'm feeling much better."

"Show me," Bruce smirked, rolling them over.

Diana cried out in pain, causing Bruce to repel off her in a matter of seconds, "Diana, baby, talk to me. Are you okay?"

Biting her lip, Diana shook her head no, causing Bruce to go into a panic mode. He jerked back the sheets, "Diana! You're bleeding."

The sheets were soaked in blood. Diana cringed in pain, "I feel dizzy."

"It's the blood loss," Bruce lifted Diana in his arms, running toward the Watchtower infirmary, "Stay with me, Diana."

Bruce tried to keep his worrisome thoughts at bay. He refused to think of Diana's death. He could not lose her, especially not now that he'd finally let her in. He silently cursed the gods for this cruel irony.

Kicking the door open, Bruce quickly laid Diana on one of the hospital beds, "I need help over here."

Bruce smiled as an elderly woman rushed over to them. If there was anyone he trusted Diana's life to, it was Dr. Leslie Thompkins, "Diana, I know you are in pain, but I need you to tell me when the bleeding started."

"About ten minutes ago, I think it's the poison," Diana groaned on the last word as Dr. Thompkins pressed on her stomach.

"Diana, I don't think it has anything to do with the poison. That toxin that Black Manta used on you targets the heart," Leslie removed her glasses, rubbing her temples, "There is one really obvious thing I can think of. I hat to ask this, but have you had sex recently."

Diana nodded, grabbing Bruce's hand as the pain faded away, "A few days ago, actually."

Dr. Leslie sighed, "Considering the blood came from your vagina, and you felt pain when I applied pressure to your stomach in the region where the womb is located, I feel almost sure that you've had a miscarriage. Most of the time, the bleeding stops on its own, and the body heals itself. Your bleeding has slowed already. I'll observe you for about four hours. If the pain stops, then you'll be cleared to go."

"Thank you, Leslie. How far along would you say I am….was?" Diana bit her lip, holding in feelings of grief.

"I would say at most a month and a half," Leslie looked down, "I'll leave you both alone for a bit."

Bruce pulled Diana close as she cried into his shoulder, "It's okay, Diana. It's going to be fine."

"No, this is all my fault. I didn't eve know I was pregnant. I went out on that mission. I killed our baby," Diana gasped for air, barely able to speak between sobs, "We never got to paint a nursery, or fight over baby names, or guess the baby's gender."

"Dark blue with stars on the walls. Probably a girl and we'd name him or her Erin Taylor Wayne," Bruce smiled, "I thought about naming our child for my parents, but I don't want to live in the past. Erin Taylor was the name of the first child I saved as Batman."

"I like that. I'm sure that we can always paint a nursery in the future. I'm being silly. It's not like I even held Erin," Diana shook her head, "We can always try again."

Bruce kissed her forehead, "You, Princess, are the only one that I would ever want to have children with."

Diana yawned, "Be here when I wake up?"

Bruce nodded, "Nothing could keep me away."

He grabbed Diana's hand, gently stroking her ring finger. He knew he couldn't put off the wedding much longer. He wanted to make Diana feel secure. He stood from the chair by Diana's bed where he'd been sitting, punching the wall.

"Master Bruce, breaking your hand isn't going to help anything," Alfred smiled a bit although tears were in his eyes as he sat down by Diana, "Miss Diana needs you now more than ever."

"It's just not fair, Alfred," Bruce clenched his fists, "Diana is the most kind and beautiful woman I know. She didn't deserve this, but that's exactly what you get when you get involved with me."

Alfred placed a hand over Diana's as she whimpered in her sleep, "Master Bruce, I have to agree with you on one thing. Miss Diana is a wonderful woman. She makes you happy, and she didn't deserve this. But you need to know this: neither did you."

"What do you think caused it?" Bruce looked down, "I can't let Diana think this is her fault."

Alfred chuckled, "Master Bruce, when will you learn, some things have no explanation. Dr. Thompkins thinks it was either the poison or your DNA just won't combine with Miss Diana's properly. The only way you'll know is to try again."

"I don't want to fail again," Bruce moved around the bed, sitting on the other side of Diana, his exhausting getting the better of him.

Bruce smiled as he thought of his parents. He could picture his father standing by him. He remembered how his father would pick up when he fell down. He remembered how his father would place his stethoscope over his heart, "Bruce, why do we fall?"

Bruce now looked around himself. He was in that dark ally once more. He saw the blood on the street. The cops shaking their heads, "Thomas and Martha shot September 13, 1969. Time of death…."

Bruce opened his eyes to find himself alone with Diana in the infirmary. He didn't want to hurt her again, but he knew that he couldn't just give up. He wanted to have children with her. He looked up, "So, we can learn to pick ourselves up."

He turned to the door as Dr. Thompkins walked in, "I just checked Diana a few minutes ago. I thought I'd stay close by and let you know whenever she wakes up, she's cleared to go. She's going to be just fine. I wrote everything up in the file. Diana was admitted into the infirmary late Thursday night January 11th. She was diagnosed with having a miscarriage. The child, Erin Taylor Wayne's, time of death 10:47 p.m."