Bruce looked down at the weapon in his hand, tossing the gun to the ground. He'd killed the Black Manta. He stalked outside into the Javelin.
Diana turned to Clark, "Would you mind just flying home? I need some time with him."
Clark nodded, embracing Diana, "Good luck."
Bruce sighed, removing his mask. Tears were falling down his face. He hoped the guilt and shame would just go away. He heard the clicking of heels behind him. He knew who it was instantly, "I don't want to talk, Princess."
Diana smiled, kneeling beside him. She lifted his chin, forcing him to look her strait in the eyes," You didn't do it."
"No, it wasn't me, but I didn't stop him," he looked away from her sharp gaze, his voice growing small like a little boy's, "I'm no better than the thug that killed by parents."
Diana placed her hand on Bruce's shoulder, "I won't let you blame yourself. Deadman killed Black Manta, taking over your body."
"You don't understand Diana!" Bruce stood, his voice rising with each word, "If you did, you wouldn't be standing here right now."
"Bruce, I am a warrior from an ancient Greek society. I was song to sleep with stories of my ancestors and tales of grief and woe," Diana chuckled, "My favorite bedtime story was Antigone. I've heard the tale of my sisters….of all the wrong that was done to them. I've seen the evils of man…the worst of the worst. You are nothing like that Bruce. Even when you push me away, I never stop loving you. I don't think there is anything you could do to make me stop."
"I want you to understand, Diana," Bruce shook his head, "You have never seen someone you loved destroyed. Every person is someone's someone. I took Black Manta from this world. I know it's not me, but I should have better control."
"I understand, Bruce…" Diana stopped as she was cut off by him.
"Understand….understand," He moved away from her, "How could you possibly understand losing someone to murder."
"Because, I am right now!" Diana stood, not willing to back down, "You are so caught up in this murder that wasn't your fault. You had no control of your body. No one is blaming you, but you. You are letting this destroy you, and it's killing me to watch you do this to yourself. Don't you understand that every time you feel pain, I feel it? When everything seems like it's crumbling apart, my world shatters with yours."
"I wanted to kill him," Bruce turned, now facing Diana with a cold stare.
"What?" Diana bit her lip nervously; had Bruce actually crossed the line?
"That monster was aiming his gun at you. He would have killed you. I would do anything to protect you. I've wanted him dead since he poisoned you…since he took our child away from use," Bruce pulled Diana in a tight embrace, "I crossed the line."
"You saved my life," Diana gently kissed his cheek, "It's in the past. It doesn't matter. We can only go forward."
"It does matter, but it can't be changed. Actually, I wouldn't change it. I want you here even if it doesn't always seem that way," Bruce smiled despite the pain, but he knew it mattered because Diana was his weakness and worth killing for.