Chapter 29
Blüdhaven; August 31st, 13:33 EST
Donna looked up from the sandwich she was making at the sound of the apartment door opening. She frowned to herself, wondering who could be here. She didn't think it could be Dick. He still had another hour of his shift yet before he'd be home.
Wiping her hands on a dish towel, she left the kitchen to find that her husband was indeed home. "Dick!" she cried in shock, her heart nearly stopping at the sight before her. "Are you all right?"
Dick looked down at his uniform shirt before looking up at her. "I'm fine…I swear," he told her, holding his hands up in defense. "It isn't my blood, Troia."
Donna put her hand over her heart, doing her best to calm the pounding that consumed her chest. "You nearly gave me a heart attack," she said with a scowl, turning on her heel and stalking back to the kitchen. She hated that he worked such a dangerous job, but she guessed it was no different than him going out every night to protect Blüdhaven.
"Donna, I'm so sorry," he apologized as he followed her, knowing he should've called and warned her. "Actually, I kind of forgot it was even there. The chief let me off early today so I could come home to get cleaned up."
"What happened?" she softly asked, refusing to make eye contact with him.
"Homicide," he replied, removing his uniform shirt and the undershirt underneath it. "Guy shot his wife because he thought she was having an affair. We tried to talk him down, but it didn't work. Ended in a horrible shootout."
Donna's expression grew sorrowful as she finally turned to look at him, her hand coming to rest against his cheek. "I'm so sorry," she said. "I know how these types of cases upset you."
"It was tough," he agreed with a weary sigh. "Now, two kids are orphans because their dad was paranoid and wouldn't listen to reason."
"It's just so senseless," she thoughtfully murmured, tears blurring her vision as she thought about the children left behind.
Dick's hand moved to cup the slight bulge of her stomach as he leaned in and pressed his forehead against her temple. "It is," he whispered, thankful to be home with his wife once more.
"I thank my gods every time you come home safe and sound," she told him, tilting her head slightly to nuzzle her nose against his as her eyes fell closed.
"I know," he said. "I will always do my very best to come home to you, Troia."
"You better, Dick Grayson, or I'll come down to the Underworld and make you wish you had fought harder."
Dick chuckled softly as his fingers slipped into her hair, his lips seeking out and finding hers. They shared a tender kiss, Donna slanting her head to suck on his bottom lip until he was groaning with pleasure. He gripped her hips firmly, his hand slipping around to squeeze her backside.
Drawing back, Donna smiled softly, kissing him once more. "You realize in a few more months we won't be able to kiss like this," she pointed out. "I'll be bigger than a truck. You won't be able to get past my big belly to reach my lips."
Dick chuckled as he pulled her closer to him. "Oh, don't worry about that, Troia," he reassured her. "I'll always find a way to get to you no matter what I have to do. You aren't getting away with not being kissed or without feeling how much I love you for the next seven months."
"Hera, no," Donna agreed. "I'd go crazy if I didn't get to touch you or make love with you or kiss you like I want to."
"Well, we can't have that, now can we?" he uttered with a sexy smirk.
Donna pulled him in for another kiss before finally releasing him. "I'm making lunch," she said. "Do you want a sandwich?"
"Sure," he replied. "I'm going to get a quick shower and I'll be right back."
Donna swatted him on his backside as he walked past her. "Hurry it up, Officer Grayson," she sternly stated. "I'm not going to wait all afternoon for you."
Dick whirled around, grasping hold of her hand and pulling her off balance as he drew her to him. "You could always join me in the shower you know."
She giggled as he tried to trickle her sides, kissing her in an attempt to persuade her. "I'd love nothing more, but we have work to do this afternoon."
"We do?" he questioned her with a frown. "What work?"
"House-hunting remember?"
"Oh, yah…I forgot," he mumbled.
"You tend to forget a lot of things."
"Only when I'm in your beautiful presence," he replied with a grin, wiggling his eyebrows at her.
"You are hopeless," she said with a chuckle. "Now, scoot you. No more distractions. These babies are coming in seven months and we have to be prepared."
"I know…I know," he agreed with a reluctant sigh. "I just can't help it. You're just so damn sexy and even more so now that you're carrying my babies."
Donna grinned with his compliment, hoping that he would still think that way when she was eight months along. "You always know the right the to say, don't you?"
"Not always," Dick confessed. "I usually end up with my foot in my mouth."
"That's very true," she replied. "Now, go!"
Dick stole another kiss before racing for the bathroom. Stripping, he took a quick shower, drying off and getting changed into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt before heading back to the kitchen. He found Donna and a sandwich already waiting for him at the bar.
He sat down on one of the barstools to find his wife looking through a real-estate magazine. "So, what kind of house are you looking for?"
"I don't know," she admitted as she flipped through the book. "I guess I'll just know it when I see it. What did you have in mind?"
"Well, I think we definitely need a two-story," he decided. "With four of us, we're going to need the room. Besides, you never know how many more kids we might decide to have."
"Hey, now," she said with pointed look at her husband. "Can we just get through this pregnancy first before we start thinking about having any more?"
"Anything you want," he agreed. "You are the one carrying them so I guess you get the biggest vote."
"Thank you for that," she muttered with a roll of her eyes.
"Do you want to stay in Blüdhaven or would you prefer to be in Gotham so you can be closer to your sister and our family?"
Donna looked up at him, a little stunned by the question. "I think that's a decision that maybe you should be making. I don't want to be the one to make such an important decision for you. You've worked so hard to build a career and a life here in Blüdhaven, Dick. I don't want to take that away from you."
"You wouldn't be," he insisted. "It's no longer about me anymore. It's about us now."
"That's really sweet, but I still don't want you to give up your life here just because of me."
"It's not my life here, Don," he countered. "It stopped being just my life the day I put that ring on your finger. It's our life now. Besides, I can go anywhere and still be a cop."
"And Nightwing," she reminded him. "You aren't still considering giving it up are you?"
Dick took a bite of his sandwich as he considered it. "I'm not sure," he thoughtfully replied as he chewed. "There's a small part of me that wants to walk away from the superhero business and just live a normal life with my wife and our children, but there's this bigger part of me that doesn't think I can do that. I just think I would miss it too much. It's kind of in my blood, you know?"
"I think you would miss too," she agreed. "How about we see how things go and then decide? There's no reason to rush into a decision."
"Well, it wasn't a decision that was going to be made any time soon anyway," he told her. "I have a feeling Bruce and Diana are going to need as much help as they can get with Ra's and Hades."
"I'm going to be there to help too," she informed him.
"Whoa…what?" Dick asked, nearly dropping his glass of tea.
"You're not going to fight the god of the Underworld without me," she heatedly stated. "Even though I'm pregnant, there has to be something I can do to help in the fight."
"Yah, stay the hell out of it," he adamantly declared, his eyes narrowing into a piercing glare.
He could hardly believe what he was hearing. They'd already talked about how she couldn't get involved any missions while she was pregnant and now here she was planning to go up against the god of the Underworld in a heated battle to protect the world.
"I'm serious, Dick," she snapped. "You aren't fighting Hades without me. Diana needs me and I'm going to be there for here."
"I'm serious too, Troia," he said, refusing to back down. "You're not getting involved in this. End of discussion."
"What do you mean 'end of discussion'?" she spat out with a dark glare. "Just because I'm the one who's pregnant I don't get a say in any of this? You can't tell me what to do just because I'm your wife and I'm carrying our children."
"That's not what I meant," Dick ground out, realizing things were rapidly getting out of hand. "You know you can't get involved in this battle. It's too great of a risk and you know it. There's a very good chance some of us won't come back home. You need to keep yourself and our children out of harm's way."
"At the risk of losing my sister or you?" Donna ground out, fighting back the tears she could feel building in the back of her throat as her anger and fear swelled. "Do you honestly think that I can just sit back while all of you risk your lives like that…waiting around to see if my husband and sister are going to come back to me?"
"Why can't you just let us handle it?" Dick asked, angry and exasperated. "Between me, Bruce, and the League, we can handle Ra's and Hades. There's no need for you to be there."
"I need to be there for my sister, Dick." Donna stated, refusing to back down. "I am an Amazon. How can I just sit back and not do something? How am I supposed to stay behind while my family goes to war?"
Dick reached over and took her hand in his, his expression growing tender. "I love you more than anything in this whole world, Troia. If anything ever happened to you, I…I couldn't go on with my life. Right now, we need to think of what's best for you and our children. Just this once I need you to be selfish and think of yourself and our babies."
Donna drew a shuddering breath, swallowing back the thick lump that clogged her throat. Deep down, she knew that Dick was right, but knowing something was right and trying to accept it were two very different things.
"This really sucks," she angrily murmured, wiping tears from her eyes. "Our family needs us, and I can't even be there. You have no idea how hard that is. Diana has always been there for me when I've needed her and now when she needs me the most, I can't do the same for her."
"I know it's hard, but everyone agrees that you can't be a part of this," he explained, squeezing her hand. "You have a far more imperative part in this than any of us do. You get to protect our children and keep them safe. That's the most significant role you could ever play."
"Great," she muttered with a sigh. "I get to sit back watching and waiting while my husband, sister, and the rest of our family goes to war, wondering if you will be coming home at the end of the day."
Dick leaned over and kissed her, trying to soothe her worries. "Actually, you won't be alone."
Donna gave him a confused look, her brow creasing. "What do you mean?"
"Bruce wants you at the manor with Nicholas and Kaia," he revealed. "He wants a line of defense at home just in case Hades somehow managed to get past all of us. He's going to have you and Tim, Damian, Jason and Artemis at the manor as a second line of defense."
"Wow…does Jason and Artemis know about this yet?"
"I doubt it," he told her. "If he had, you probably would've heard Artemis's warrior cry of rage from Gotham."
"She's going to be so furious," Donna agreed.
"Just promise me you'll be careful if Hades does get past us," Dick said. "Try to let the others handle him if at all possible."
"I promise," she reluctantly replied. "Protecting my niece and nephew as well as my own children is my first priority. I guess in a way I am helping Diana."
Dick nodded in agreement. "It'll make it far easier going into this without having to worry about you or constantly checking on you to make sure you're all right."
"You need to promise me that you'll be careful too," she stated. "You have to come back to me and our children, Dick Grayson. Please don't make me a single parent before our babies are even born."
Dick leaned in, kissing her gently as he caressed her cheek. "Promise."
"Good," she said with a soft smile. "Now, finish eating so we can get going. We have at least ten houses I want to check out this afternoon."
Dick groaned as he picked up his sandwich again. "I was hoping to get some sexy time with my beautiful wife this afternoon."
"You can when we get home," she reassured him. "Consider it something for you to look forward to."
"Or we could have a little now and a lot more later."
Donna laughed as she took her empty plate to the sink. "You are insatiable, Dick Grayson."
"Only when it comes to you, Troia."
"Good answer," she told him. "Any other answer would've gotten you a few night's sleeping alone on the couch…probably more."
"A fate worse than death avoided."
Donna leaned over the counter, kissing him sweetly on the tip of his nose. "Enough talk," she replied. "Let's go so we can come home. If you're good, you can have me all to yourself until you start patrol."
Dick quickly finished what was left of sandwich, taking his plate to the sink. With any luck, they could check out these houses in two or three hours tops. Then, he could have his wife to ravage for the rest of the day before he had to leave to start patrol.
This day was definitely looking up.
Wayne Manor; August 31st, 15:00 EST
Diana stared out the window, her thoughts numerous and chaotic but all containing varying degrees of anger. She sent up a silent prayer to every god she could think of for the patience she would need to get through this. She greatly feared losing her temper and beating Phaedra for all the pain and heartache that she had caused everyone.
The problem was that the more she thought about it the more furious she became. It was all she could do to keep from slamming her fists through a wall. She had to keep herself from choking the woman that she had trusted to help her with the embassy only for her to stab her in the back.
A pair of strong arms slipping around her from behind caused her to grow tense only for her to relax a little. His lips found her ear, kissing it softly. "It'll be okay, princess," he whispered.
"It doesn't feel like it," she murmured.
Bruce tightened his hold on her, pressing his chest more firmly against her back as he nuzzled her neck. "I know, but it will get better eventually."
Diana chuckled softly despite her anger, causing them both to shake. "What's so funny?" he asked her.
"Have we really been married that long that we've finally switched roles?" she pointed out. "You're usually the dark, brooding one and I'm the optimist."
"I guess that means we'll need to get a divorce now," he told her. "An optimistic Batman just can't happen. It's not natural, princess. It would really damage the terrifying image I've worked so hard to perfect."
Diana turned around, her blue eyes blazing darkly as she poked him firmly in the chest. "Don't you ever bring that word up again, Bruce Wayne," she warned him. "You are stuck with me forever whether you like it nor not. No divorce."
Bruce grabbed hold of her forefinger, bringing it to his lips to kiss the tip as he gazed deeply into her eyes. "Well, it's a good thing that I kind of like you then, right?"
"Kind of like me?" she questioned him, her sapphire eyes narrowing dangerously. "You better be madly in love with me, Bruce."
"No, not just madly…also desperately…deeply…irrevocably…eternally," he murmured, his lips drawing closer until finally capturing hers in a heated kiss.
"That's an even better answer," she breathlessly decided. "Now, why are you being so optimistic lately? It's not like you at all."
"I'm not being optimistic," he countered. "I just know that we will win in the end."
"So, it's your confidence talking for you?" she surmised.
"Of course," he replied. "Besides, I need you to be yourself again."
Diana tilted her head as she thoughtfully studied him. "What do you mean?"
"I need your strength of spirit," he revealed. "You give me faith when I have none. Your smile gives me hope and your compassionate heart reminds me of your love for me."
"Bruce…" she murmured, taken aback by his heartfelt confession.
"You keep me going when things are the bleakest and there feels like there's no way out," he confessed. "I just have to look to you and I know we can do anything. I just need you to be you again."
"I'm so sorry," she told him, feeling guilty about not being stronger for him…for allowing her pain to blind her to her husband's needs.
"You have nothing to apologize for," he told her, his hand moving to cup her jaw. "I know how painful all of this has been for you, Diana. You've been put through hell these last few weeks and we have Ra's and Hades yet to face. I just want to make sure you don't give up hope because if you do then we've already lost the battle."
"I've kind of lost my way, but never my hope," she reassured him, her fingers caressing his cheek.
She met his lips in a kiss filled with love and assurance, knowing that they would face these next coming days together. As they began to lose themselves in the passion that was gradually building between them, they were interrupted by Alfred.
"Pardon the interruption, Miss Diana, but Miss Phaedra has arrived," he announced.
"Thank you, Alfred," she replied. "You can bring her here to my office."
"As you wish, Miss," he said with a nod before turning on his heel to leave.
Diana took a few steps away from Bruce, trying to organize her thoughts and how she wanted to approach this. It was going to be quite difficult to make Phaedra give up her secrets, but Diana refused to be denied what she needed.
Under Amazonian law, Phaedra was bound to answer her as the princess or be subject to punishment. It was her decision whether she chose to obey the demands of the princess or accept the punishment deemed necessary by Amazonian law.
Either way, Phaedra was not going to get out of this without paying the consequences for her actions.
"Miss Phaedra," Alfred announced as he stepped aside to reveal the Amazon to Bruce and Diana.
Phaedra appeared to be a little taken off guard with Bruce's presence in the room, but quickly tucked the discomfort away, hiding it behind a smile. "Princess Diana, it's good to see you," she said as she stepped further into the room, glancing back and forth between Bruce and Diana.
"Have a seat, Phaedra," Diana coolly replied.
"Is there a problem, Princess Diana?" she innocently inquired as she took a seat on the couch.
"You could say that," she began as she came to stand before her, Bruce moving to stand behind her and to the right.
Bruce was going to let Diana handle this alone, but she had insisted that he be there. She knew that between the two of them they would be better able to intimidate her into telling them what they wanted to know. Bruce, however, was certain that Diana could do that by herself. She could be terrifying in her own right when the need called for it.
He wanted to support her, though, in anyway she needed and if she needed him here to interrogate Phaedra then he would be here for her. Diana had told him that she had also wanted him here in case he picked up on something that she might miss. He had a knack for picking up on things that others usually overlooked, filling in pieces that could help solve all of this.
"I want to know what you know about these attacks on me and the embassy," Diana stated, folding her arms against her chest as she stared her sister down.
Phaedra glanced at Bruce was staring at her with an equally piercing glare. Though, if truth be told, she found his slightly more intimidating than the princess's. There was a darkness in him that the princess didn't possess. "What do you mean?" she asked, her brow knitting together in confusion.
"We have reason to believe that you are involved in the attempts to shut down the embassy," Diana explained with an icy chill to her voice that was incongruent with the fury blazing in her eyes like twin infernos.
Phaedra appeared completely shocked by the accusation, her eyes widening in disbelief. "Why would you even think such a thing about me?" she demanded to know as shock gave way to indignation and anger. "I left my home to come to Gotham to help you."
"We know some of your sisters are behind the threats to Diana and the attempt to shut down the embassy, Phaedra," Bruce told her.
"What makes you think that I'm one of them?" she asked. "Why would I come here to help you if I didn't believe in what you and Queen Hippolyta are trying to do?"
"Because you make the perfect spy to infiltrate the embassy and get close to me," Diana countered, undaunted by her proclamation of innocence. "You're sweet and unassuming…eager to please and unsuspecting. It makes you the perfect person to send to sabotage my plans for the embassy."
"I would never do such a thing," she insisted, bolting upright off the couch and onto her feet. "I swear on my life, princess. I would never betray you."
"Are you also going to claim that you don't that know Aresia is still alive or that your boyfriend Jordon is an experienced bomb expert," Bruce stated.
Phaedra visibly paled for a brief moment before her face turned into stony wrath. She crossed her arms against her chest in a defensive pose as she faced off against the couple. "What gave it away?" she questioned them, the tone becoming hard. "Has Jordon been running his mouth all over Gotham?"
Diana's fingers curled into white-knuckled fists as she slowly closed the distance between them, her blood aflame with rage for the part this woman…this sister of hers…had played in this chaotic nightmare. If they'd been on Themyscira, she'd have challenged her to a fight, but this wasn't Themyscira. This was her home…the home she shared with her husband and the family that they had made together.
Bruce didn't even flinch or move to stop his wife as she approached Phaedra. He knew he didn't need to. He knew his wife…knew that she would not deliver punishment with as irate as she was at that moment, knowing that cooler heads needed to prevail for that. Besides, whatever Diana decided to do with Phaedra would be far less than what he would like to do with her.
"How dare you," Diana seethed. "I trusted you…helped you set up a new life here in Gotham. You were my friend…my sister. You have betrayed me, your sisters, and your queen. Now, you are nothing to me. You are no longer an Amazon."
"I did what I felt was best for Themyscira and the good of my sisters," Phaedra spat out with great hatred. "You have the audacity to condemn me, but you stole your mother's armor and fled your home in the dead of night to assist Man's World. You desecrated yourself and your heritage by falling in love with this demon of a man…giving your body to him to do with as he pleases…lowering yourself to bear his children like some common whore."
Bruce's fury ignited like an inferno with the way Phaedra was speaking to Diana. He took a step closer, positioning himself closer to his wife. While he knew that Diana could handle herself, he was more than prepared to jump in and deal with Phaedra himself. No one spoke to his wife like that and got away with it.
Phaedra glowered defiantly at Bruce as if begging him to fight her, but Diana's hand sharply striking her face and knocking her to the ground took care of that notion. Phaedra looked up at the Princess of the Amazons towering over her with rage in her eyes. She had never seen Diana look so furious before. It was terrifying to behold, but she refused to allow it to show.
"Don't you ever speak of me or my husband in such a manner," Diana hissed like a deadly viper about to strike its prey. "You will be immediately returned to Themyscira for trial."
Phaedra slowly got to her feet. "You can do whatever you want to me, but we will prevail no matter what you do. You and your mother will not win in the end. There is a war coming, princess…one that you set in motion the moment you gave up your heritage to mate with this vile male."
"You mean against Kyriaki and her followers?" Diana shot back, watching as Phaedra's expression changed from haughty to shocked. "Yes, Phaedra, we know that Kyriaki is the one leading your little band of rebellion against my mother."
Pulling a dagger, Phaedra lunged at Diana who just as swiftly grabbed her by the throat with one hand, her other breaking Phaedra's wrist and forcing her to drop her weapon before pulling her in closer. "You won't win," Phaedra growled, cradling her broken wrist with her other hand. "You might as well give up because your mother is going to die, and you will soon follow her to Elysium."
Diana tossed her back to the floor like she was nothing more than an insignificant piece of trash. "You and your mutinous sisters are no threat to me or my mother. We will defeat you."
Phaedra's lips curled into an amused sneer. "Your confidence will be your downfall," she spat out. "If you knew what was about to happen, you wouldn't be so self-assured, princess."
"What are you planning, Phaedra?" Bruce demanded to know, coming to stand beside Diana. "Is Aresia going to do something?"
"Do you honestly think I would tell you anything?" she uttered with a scowl. "You are nothing but a pathetic piece of dung."
Diana's strike was swift and sure, her foot connecting with Phaedra's jaw. The injured Amazon fell backwards, opening her eyes to find Diana's foot firmly planted on her chest pinning her to the floor as she stood over her with a fury so white-hot it was paralyzing in its intensity.
"You will not speak of my husband this way," she hissed with a deadly calm edge that sent a shiver up Phaedra's spine. "He is the husband of the Princess of the Amazons. Therefore, he is considered royalty, my equal in every way and you will show him the respect due him."
Bruce's head snapped to the side to stare in disbelief at his wife. He'd never really realized that he would actually be considered royalty on Themyscira. Men had been banned from the island from the moment the Amazons made it their home. It wasn't until Nicholas had been born that Hippolyta had retracted that mandate, allowing him, Alfred, and the boys to come to the island to visit.
To be considered royalty now was startling to say the least. It gave him something to think about if Queen Hippolyta ever passed away. They would definitely have to think about what to do should Diana need to consider moving back to Themyscira to assume the throne. He would be co-ruler with his wife. It was dumbfounding to think about.
"Now, where is Aresia?" Diana demanded, her voice breaking through Bruce's thoughts. "I know you two have been working together to take me and the embassy down. Tell me where she is."
"I will tell you nothing," Phaedra snapped. "You might as well kill me because I will not betray my sisters."
"You mean like you betrayed me and my mother…your other sisters who don't believe the way you and your cohorts do?"
Her words gave Phaedra pause to think, but only momentarily. "I am doing what is best for my sisters. You and your mother have brainwashed them into following you and your deluded ways. You have forgotten your heritage…turned your back on your sisters all for the love of a pathetic man and a world that does not deserve you."
Diana's expression turned somber…sorrowful. "You just don't understand, do you, Phaedra?" she said, her voice losing the vehemence that it had just held. Now, it was just filled with anguish. "It's not what anyone deserves in this world. It's about doing what is right and what I'm doing with my life is absolutely right in every way."
Diana turned incredibly sad eyes on her husband as she removed her foot from Phaedra's chest. She turned away from her fallen sister, her heart heavy with how things were turning out with the sisters and home that she had always loved.
With her back turned, Phaedra grabbed the dagger that had fallen to the floor with her good hand, lunging at Diana once more in a futile attempt to end her life. Bruce was on her in less than a blink of an eye, slamming her back down on the floor with the kind of fierce rage only found in a husband protecting his wife.
"Don't attempt anything like that ever again," he growled with a ferocity that caused her to tremble despite herself.
Releasing her, Bruce straightened up, his eyes never leaving hers. "I'll take her back to Themyscira and return as quickly as possible," Diana told him, her hand coming to rest on his forearm in an effort to calm him.
"No need, princess," Phaedra told her a moment before plunging the dagger deep into her chest.
"No!" Diana cried, diving for her sister an attempt to stop her.
Phaedra grinned up at the princess, blood pouring from the wound in her chest. "You will not…survive this…" she managed to choke out. "You will not…win."
Diana used her hands to apply pressure on the wound, doing her best to try to stop the bleeding, but it was in vain. "Stay with me, Phaedra!" Diana yelled, trying to keep her sister alive. "Don't do this!"
Diana watched as the light of life vanished from Phaedra's eyes, her lifeless body lying on the floor of her office. She continued to apply pressure to the wound, doing her best to staunch the bleeding, but she was beyond saving.
"Diana," Bruce gently called her name, his hand coming to rest on her shoulder. "Diana…it's too late. She's gone."
"It can't end this way," she ground out as she began CPR, trying to save her sister as tears blurred her vision.
It couldn't end like this…not like this. As furious as she was with her, she didn't want her sister to die. Guilt and anguish welled up from somewhere deep inside of her, overwhelming her like a flood threatening to drown her. Tears spilled down her cheeks as she finally sat back on her heels, staring down at her fallen sister. She glanced down at the blood covering her hands, her chest beginning to heave.
Though she had betrayed her and her mother…destroyed the embassy they had worked so hard to build, Phaedra was still her sister. She had known her all her life, had believed that she was her friend only to discover that she never truly was.
"Diana," Bruce softly murmured her name, his hands gently wrapping around her arms from behind her to pull her up onto her feet.
Diana went willingly, her mind numb and her heart broken. Had all of her choices over the years come down to this? Had she truly done this to her own sisters? Her home? Her mother? Had her selfish desire to marry Bruce and build a life with him brought about the war that was about to tear her home apart?
She swiftly turned into her husband's arms, burying herself in his embrace as the dam finally broke. All the pent-up anger, hurt, and pain came pouring out of her in that moment, her body trembling uncontrollably as perceived failures of the past collided with fear of what the future held for her and her husband when Ra's unleashed Hades from the Underworld.
She had given up so much to be with the man that she loved…to share this amazing life with him. Would she end up losing him in the end when Hades finally escaped his prison?
A/N: Buckle up b/c things are really going to escalate from here on out!
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