Chapter 26
"Well, he didn't kill the guards."
"Not yet."
Batman and Wonder Woman were talking, Wonder Woman defending the human. She wasn't sure why. Something about him, perhaps the loss of family when she had lost her own, touched her. But her family was alive. They weren't on the best of terms, but they were alive. Don… wasn't. She couldn't even imagine what the hero was going through.
"Where is he going to go?" she asked. "He doesn't have a home anymore, and if he does live in that apartment in his memory, it might also make him remember… Don."
"Nothing will keep him from remembering Don." Batman informed her; coldly, precisely, Batmanly. "He'll just have to deal with those memories. No one's making him go back, but I do think he'll choose too."
Wonder Woman sighed. If only there was some way to spare him from his pain.
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"Hank?" Hank looked up. Wonder Woman. He should've known.
"We wanted to know if you wanted to go to your apartment. We've taken care of bills and such, but do you want to go back? We'll take you; I don't know if it's what you remember…"
"I'll go." Something inside Hank made him need to. He needed to know. Needed to look, just in case there was something there, something to prove that Don really had been. And then he went home.
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It was the same house. It had some of the same things. But… Don's weren't there. The bedroom they shared had a single bed. There was nothing. And Hank cried. Because his soul was torn in two, and the other half belonged to someone who'd never existed.