Chapter 17
Gotham (MU)
Batman stood on the top of a building gazing down over his city as he took a moment to regroup. He had thrown every part of himself into patrol tonight, hoping to curb the tide of increased criminal activity that had recently cropped up like weeds.
He was in a constant battle in Gotham, pulling weeds that threatened to choke the life out of his beloved city only for twice as many to take their place it seemed. It was a never-ending fight, but he refused to give up the mission that had started as a tiny seed in his mind, morphing and growing into what it was today.
He allowed himself a little time to think about Diana. He'd forced her from his thoughts as he had started patrol, not allowing her to become a distraction tonight. Now, he could afford a couple of moments to assess how his plan was going so far.
Their talk in the garden a couple of days ago had proven to be a positive step for both of them. While the things that she had told him had been difficult to hear at times, he'd needed to know what had happened in that other dimension. He'd managed to contain his jealousy, but his anger with Grodd for taking her away from him in the first place had only intensified.
But would he have changed his mind about wanting to go ahead and start a relationship with Diana if she hadn't been taken away?
He knew the answer without having to think about it. In all likelihood, he would have carried on as before, continuing the pull and push dance they'd established a long time ago. It wasn't fair to her and he knew it. He needed to either do something about his feelings for her or let her go once and for all.
He already knew he couldn't let her go. The almost five weeks that she had been gone had been unbearable, pushing his sanity to its limits. He knew without a doubt that he couldn't go through that again. Once had been more than enough to force him to wake up and see what he'd come so close to losing.
He was going to fight for her no matter how long it took. He didn't want to be a second choice, but at the same time, he knew that Diana wasn't like that. When she loved, she loved completely and wholly, without wavering or question. If she truly felt something for him, it was real. He just had to help her remember that.
Batman's head tilted slightly, hearing the screams just a moment before the explosion. He immediately fired his grappling gun, flying off the ledge and allowing his line to carry him into the night. He landed on another roof, throwing himself off the edge and using his cape to guide his descent.
He landed on the sidewalk as flames climbed up into the sky as smoke billowed out through several broken windows. He didn't hesitate as he put on his rebreather mask, racing straight into the burning building. He had to find whoever was trapped inside before the whole building came down on top of them.
Thick smoke blanketed the entire area, making it difficult to see as he began searching for the source of the screams. He kicked down a door of an apartment, finding a young woman lying on the floor unconscious. He quickly scooped her up, throwing her over his shoulder before making sure no one else was in the apartment.
The fine hairs on the back of his neck bristled as he carried the woman out, knowing that this building had recently been condemned and slated for demolition next week. Either this woman was a runway hiding out in the building or this was a trap of some kind.
Laying her down on the ground outside of the apartment building, he leaned over her to check her pulse, the woman suddenly morphing into Clayface. "Now!" Clayface yelled.
Batman instantly rolled out of the way, narrowly missing being hit by the same weapon that had taken Diana away. He came up on his heels as he pulled out a Batarang, finding Copperhead holding the weapon. He threw his Batarang, knocking it out of Copperhead's hand.
"Hey!" Copperhead yelled, shaking his hand before diving for the weapon that had skidded across the ground.
"Get him!" Clayface roared. "I want the Bat gone permanently!"
Batman took up a defensive position behind a large dumpster, trying to ascertain just how many of the Secret Society he was going up against. He wasn't about to call in any backup just yet, refusing to have any of the League showing up in Gotham even if they were trying to send him to another universe. He was more than capable of handling them himself.
"Where did he go?" Copperhead yelled as he picked up his weapon again.
"He's over there," Clayface told him, pointing towards the dumpster. "Don't let him get away."
"He's as good as gone," Copperhead reassured him as Killer Frost appeared at his side.
"Aren't you two done yet?" Frost groused. "Take him out already so we can go."
"We're trying to!" Copperhead shouted. "Clayface revealed himself too soon!"
"It's not my fault you can't shoot," Clayface growled as he stalked towards the spot where Batman had concealed himself. Coming around the dumpster, he found no one there. "Where did he go?"
"You lost him?" Killer Frost groused. "You two can't do anything right."
No one noticed the stun pellets bouncing across the concrete until it was too late. "Run!" Copperhead cried, a bright light exploding around them as a booming noise stunned them all.
Killer Frost immediately created an ice dome around her, protecting her…or so she thought. The deafening sound shattered the ice around her, causing her to crouch down and shield herself from the flying ice shards. "Hey!" she angrily yelled as she stood to her feet.
She threw her hands out before her as Clayface grabbed the weapon from an incapacitated Copperhead who was lying on the ground twitching. Ice spikes began to rain down on the area in hopes of drawing out the Dark Knight, but to no avail.
Clayface yelled as he ducked for cover. "Watch where you're shooting those things!"
"Well, stay outta my way!" she snarled at him.
"Did you see where he went?" Clayface demanded, turning in tight circles with the weapon gripped in his hand.
"Don't you think if I knew where he went that I'd have him in a block of ice by now?" she snapped.
"Just keep your eyes open," he warned her. "The Bat can be anywhere and everywhere."
"I think you give him too much credit," she uttered with a scowl. "He's nothing special."
"You don't know him like I do," he ground out. "He's very dangerous."
Hearing a thud, Clayface whirled around to find Killer Frost out cold on the ground. He could see no visible signs of injury leaving him to wonder what the Batman had done to her. "Come on, Batman!" he bellowed into the night sky. "It's just you and me. I promise this won't hurt a bit."
"No, but this will," Batman growled, causing Clayface to turn around in time to receive an electrified brass knuckles to the face.
Clayface dropped to the ground like a wet bag of sand, the weapon slipping from his hand. Batman quickly picked it up and put it safely into his utility belt to examine later. "This turned out to be a productive night," Batman said to himself as he began restraining all three villains.
Batcave (MU)
Superman flew through the secret tunnel of the cave, needing to see what Bruce had found out. He'd woken up this morning to the news that Batman had singlehandedly captured Killer Frost, Copperhead, and Clayface last night. He was anxious to see what he had discovered.
With any luck, they would be that much closer to shutting down the Secret Society and ending this nightmare. He hoped while he was here that he could also see Diana. He didn't know how much longer he could wait to give her a hug and welcome her home.
Finding Batman bent over one of his workstations, he silently approached knowing that Bruce had known he was there long before he'd entered the secret entrance. "You had quite the night," Clark told him as he landed behind him.
"I'm busy," Bruce muttered, still dressed in his uniform.
"You haven't gone to bed yet?" Clark asked him with a frown. "You know you're going to kill yourself off one of these days if you don't slow down a little bit."
"I got one of Grodd's weapons," he flatly stated.
"You're kidding?" he said, coming to stand beside him. "What have you found?"
"It's definitely a dimension transportation weapon," he replied. "This is the second reincarnation so I'm not sure what the original one was supposed to be or meant to do."
"Well, we know it transported Diana," Clark stated, turning to lean against the edge of the workstation as he folded his arms. "I wonder if that was Grodd's intention all along."
"We won't know anything until we can get one of them to talk," he told him.
"Not saying a word?"
Batman shook his head as he reached for a thermos of coffee. "Nothing," he spat out, clearly angry about the situation.
"They obviously have a plan in mind," Clark thoughtfully said. "I don't like it that they went to Gotham to target you. They're after you now for a reason and I want to know what that reason is."
"I have some ideas, but I don't know anything concrete yet," he told him.
"I know you're not going to like this suggestion…"
"Then don't bother saying it," Bruce interrupted him.
"Don't you think we might get somewhere if we let Diana interrogate one of them?" Clark continued. "I mean it could rattle them if Diana walks into the room with her lasso in hand."
"Not going to happen," Bruce stated.
"But we could finally get some much-needed information."
"I'm not going to put Diana through that," he bit out. "She's not ready, Clark. She just started going outside two days ago. She's not ready to see people yet."
"No go for the dinner with me and Lois?"
"She's thinking about it, but I wouldn't hold your breath if I were you."
"Is she getting any better?"
"A little," he admitted. "She's still having a difficult time coping. It's like a part of her is still lost in that other world. She's keeping her emotions locked inside of her, not letting them out. When she speaks, her voice is flat…her blue eyes listless. What she went through crushed her spirit."
"We need to help her somehow," Clark murmured, hurting deeply for his friend.
"I'm working on it," he told him. "I'll let you know if I find out anything more about the weapon."
"Can I go up and see Diana?"
"You can try," he said. "I can't guarantee she'll see you."
"I have to try," Clark insisted as he began to make his way to the stairs. "She's my friend. I know she'd do the same for me."
Clark entered the manor to the smell of breakfast, reminding him that he hadn't had anything this morning yet. He'd been too anxious to get to the manor to talk to Bruce. "Mister Kent," Alfred greeted him as he exited the hall with a tray in hand. "Master Bruce alerted me to your arrival. Would you be so kind to take this upstairs to Miss Diana?"
Clark couldn't help but notice the twinkle in the British butler's eyes. "I'd be more than happy to, Alfred."
"It's the third door on the left, next to Master Bruce's bedroom," he informed him. "There is a plate for you too if you're interested in eating with Miss Diana."
"Alfred, you're indispensable," Clark told him before flying up the stairs to Diana's room.
Clark knocked on Diana's door, being bid entrance. Balancing the tray with one hand, he opened the door and poked his head in. "Hey, could you stand a little company for breakfast?" he asked with a grin.
"Kal," she murmured his name as she finished pulling her hair up into a ponytail.
"I hope you don't mind, but I just had to see you," he said as he put the tray down.
Clark immediately wrapped her up in a bear hug that would've crushed a normal woman. Diana returned his embrace, burying her face in his chest. They stood like that for several long moments before Clark kissed her on top of her head before finally releasing his hold on her.
"It's so good to see you, Di," he told her. "I've missed you so much…we all have."
"I've missed everyone too," she replied, heading to the table and sitting down.
Clark followed her, sitting down across from her before removing the cover on the tray to reveal two plates loaded with breakfast. "Alfred is amazing," he muttered.
"That he is," she agreed as she picked up a fork and took a plate. "He's been practically forcing me to eat. There's no way I can eat all of this, though."
"We're all worried about you…especially Bruce," he confessed as he dug into his breakfast. "We love you and want to see you well again."
"I know, but I'm just not there yet," she admitted, her gaze focused on her plate.
"It's going to take time," he reminded her. "Don't push yourself to do anything you're not ready for."
Diana shook her head as she pursed her lips, her forehead creasing in that telltale way that revealed she was struggling greatly. "I have to, Clark," she softly said. "I'm an Amazon. We push through the pain, bury the hurt and move on."
"You know that's not exactly healthy," he replied, reaching across to take her hand in his. "Doesn't that sound a lot like Bruce? Look where it got him. He's a psychiatrist's biggest challenge and greatest nightmare."
The faintest of smiles graced her lips, but never reached her eyes, further breaking Clark's heart. Bruce was right. It was as if something inside of her had truly died. He just hoped she would be able to find a way to recover whatever she'd lost when Bruce brought back home.
"It's the only way that I've known for a thousand years, Kal," she pointed out. "It's been drilled into me for as long as I can remember."
He watched as she picked at her breakfast, taking just enough bites to keep everyone's worry at bay. There had to be way to break through the pain…through the shell that she'd locked herself away in…and bring back the Diana they all knew and loved.
"Hey, why don't you and Bruce come for dinner tomorrow night?" he suggested. "Lois is dying to see you. We'll get Chinese. It'll only be the four of us, so you won't be overwhelmed."
"I don't know, Clark," she said, her lips curving into a frown once more. "I'm not sure I'd be very good company."
"You know Lois will probably do all the talking anyway," he reminded her. "I promise you that I'll keep a tight rein on Lois—no questions, no interrogation, no front-page story. It'll just be friends getting together for the evening. You can leave any time you want to."
She thought about it for a moment before finally responding. "Okay," she relented. "I need to start getting out before Bruce loses it."
"You know it's only because he cares so much about you."
"I know," she softly murmured with a nod. "I care about him very much too."
"I'll let Lois know," he said as he stood to his feet. "I need to get going. If I don't show up in the office in the next ten minutes, Perry will have my head."
"Go," she told him. "I'll be fine."
"I know you will, Di," he replied with a smile. "You're the strongest of any of us and I don't just mean physically. You're going to come through this stronger than ever before."
"Doesn't feel like it right now."
"I know it hurts, but there are people here that love you just as much as they did," he reminded her. "Just remember that."
She nodded her head as he left, thinking about what he had said. Did he know more than he was letting…something that Bruce may have revealed to him? Bruce had told her a couple of days ago that he cared about her more than she knew. Could it possibly be love?
She shook her head as she got up from the table, refusing to consider it. She wasn't ready to deal with something like that let alone think about it. She was going to take her time, grieve the loss of Bruce and their baby…the friends that she had left behind before thinking about the future.
After that, she had no idea, but she wasn't going to let herself get hurt like this ever again. It was more than her heart could bear.
Metropolis (MU)
Bruce glanced at Diana out of the corner of his eye. He couldn't help noticing how beautiful she looked tonight despite the aura of sadness that seemed to encompass her. "Are you sure you're up to this tonight, Diana?" he asked as they drew near to Lois and Clark's apartment building. "Just say the word and I'll hit the gas. Have you back in Gotham before you know it."
She gave him a tender smile, her eyes revealing the myriad of emotions roiling inside of her at that moment. "I would love nothing more than to say take me home, but I really need to make myself do this," she decided. "I need to get out around people again no matter how difficult it may be."
"I'm really proud of you, princess," he praised her. "I know this isn't easy for you."
"Can I ask you something personal?" she tentatively ventured.
"You can try," he replied, a sudden wave of apprehension threatening to rise up within him.
"What did you do right after your parents died?" she softly asked. "How did you handle it?"
"Well, I was only eight-years-old, so I had no idea how to handle it," he hesitantly said, knowing she needed him to be as transparent as possible with her. He just hoped it didn't end up causing him more nightmares later tonight. "Mostly I just stayed to myself, didn't really talk to anyone…not even Alfred at first. I pretty much just stayed inside the manor. I didn't want to do anything or go anywhere. I had nightmares every night…still do."
He couldn't believe that he'd just admitted that to her. He never talked about the horrible nightmares that still plagued him even after all of these years. It was something that was very personal to him, something that he didn't share with anyone. It left him feeling so vulnerable and out of control. He absolutely hated it.
The only ones who knew about them was Alfred and, of course, the boys, but they never talked about it. They all knew he'd refuse to ever discuss it with them. He was certain that Diana had been aware of them from her time living in the manor during the construction of the second Watchtower, but she'd thankfully never asked him about them.
"So, I'm not going crazy," she murmured to herself.
Bruce reached over and took her hand. "I know you feel like you are, but you're not going crazy, Diana…far from it," he reassured her. "I'm afraid it's just all a part of the grieving process."
She nodded her head as she turned to gaze out of the passenger door window at the passing city. She didn't release his hand, taking comfort in his presence and his touch. She'd missed him so much when she'd been taken away and now, she missed his twin almost as much.
"I'm having nightmares," she softly revealed without turning to look at him, her focus on the Metropolis scenery.
"I know," he informed her, his voice barely above a whisper.
Bruce parked his car across the street from Lois and Clark's apartment building. Getting out, he jogged around his car, opening her car door for her. They crossed the street together, stopping to push the button to notify their hosts that their company had arrived.
"Hey, guys!" Clark's voice greeted them. "Come on up."
The door buzzed, alerting them they had been granted entrance. Bruce held the door for Diana before following her inside. They took the elevator up to their floor, neither saying a word. The silence wasn't necessarily awkward as both were consumed with their own thoughts at that moment, neither noticing they hadn't spoken a word since the car.
Exiting the elevator, they made their way to the apartment. Bruce instinctively took her hand in his, sensing her growing anxiety the closer they got to the apartment. "Hey, it's going to be all right," he reassured her. "I'm right here. Just let me know when you're ready and I will get you out of here before Lois can finish a sentence."
"Thank you, Bruce," she murmured.
Finding their apartment, Bruce lifted his hand to knock just as the door swung open to reveal a beaming Clark standing in the doorway. "I'm so glad you're here," he said, stepping aside to let them enter. "Lois is just finishing in the kitchen."
"I thought you were getting Chinese," Bruce replied.
"We are, but Lois picked up something special for dessert as well," Clark revealed with a grin, drawing Diana into a hug. "You look so great, Di."
"Thank you," she said.
"Hug me and I'll show you my pretty green rock," Bruce flatly stated, his expression showing he was serious.
"I didn't plan on it," Clark tried to tell him.
"Yes, you did," Bruce said.
"I did," Clark confessed, leading them to the small dining room table. "Have a seat. I'll go get the wine."
"Diana!" Lois greeted her as she came out of the kitchen with the takeout dinner. "You look fabulous."
"Thank you," Diana responded with a forced smile as Lois hugged her. "You look great as well."
"I'm so glad Bruce was able to bring you back home," she told her. "He was going out of his mind with you gone."
"I was not," Bruce stated with a dark frown.
"Oh, don't try that whole dark and broody thing on me," Lois replied with a dismissive wave of her hand. "Clark told me you were a wreck."
Bruce leveled Clark with a terrifying Batglare, forcing Clark to sheepishly look away. "It slipped out," he tried to tell his friend, shrugging his shoulders.
"You can't keep anything to yourself," Bruce groused. "I heard you spilled the beans to Wally, John, and Shayera about Diana being alive less than three days after I told you not to."
"How did you find out?" Clark asked.
"I have my ways," he said.
"You have the entire Watchtower wired just so you can listen in on everyone's conversations, don't you?"
"Is that Lo Mein?" Bruce asked, making his way towards the table.
A genuine, small smile found its way to Diana's lips despite her best efforts as she gazed at Bruce. Hera, she had missed this man so much. He was so complex and complicated and enthralling, captivating her with his mystique from the very beginning. It had only grown since that first meeting, becoming stronger and deeper. He was a magnificent enigma that she was enjoying unraveling. Every time she learned something…uncovered a different facet of his personality…she found herself wanting to know even more.
Clark smiled to himself as he noticed the way that Diana was looking at Bruce. It was the first real smile he'd seen in his friend. The underlying heartbreak was still there, but now there was a little something else…something akin to maybe peace. It gave him hope that maybe Bruce could truly help her get past her pain. Maybe together they could learn to deal with both their losses.
"I'm famished," Lois announced as she took her seat at the table. "Let's eat."
Diana took her seat across from Lois, taking the glass of wine from Clark. "This looks great," she said.
"I got a lot of everything," Lois replied. "I didn't know what you liked so eat up."
"Would like some chicken fried rice?" Clark asked Diana, offering her a heaping spoonful. "Maybe you'd rather have some plain rice instead?"
"How about some Mongolian Beef?" Lois offered, trying to put some on Diana's plate. "Or would you prefer Sweet and Sour Chicken?"
"Diana is fine and more than capable of putting her own food on her own plate," Bruce sternly announced. "She's not going to break."
Diana bit her bottom lip in mild amusement as she glanced at Bruce who was clearly annoyed by the suffocating attention that they were showering her with. "It's okay," Diana said. "I'll take a little of both."
"Sorry, Di," Clark apologized with a sigh. "You just look so…so…"
"You're far too skinny," Lois boldly interjected. "We need to put some meat back on those bones."
"It doesn't have to all be done tonight," Bruce groused, trying to temper his scowl. "Give her some space."
Lois glared at Bruce as she passed the Lo Mein. "So, what's new in the world of Bruce Wayne? Any new corporate takeovers you'd like to divulge? Any big stories coming out of Gotham that you'd love to spill the beans about?"
"If I did, I don't believe I'd tell them to you, Lois," Bruce shot back. "I don't want any potential business deals ending up on the front page of the Daily Planet."
Lois gave him a look of feigned hurt. "That's just cold, Bruce," she replied. "We've been friends for a long time. I thought I'd get at least a little bit of insider news once in a while…you know throw your ol' pal Lois a bone."
"Just because we went out on a couple of dates doesn't mean I'm going to give away all of my secrets," Bruce pointed out.
"I've never told anyone that you're Batman," Lois reminded him. "Doesn't that count for something?"
"Wait…you two dated?" Diana asked, stunned by the revelation as she looked from Lois to Bruce.
"It was nothing," Bruce grumbled, mad at himself for mentioning it.
"He asked me to move to Gotham with him," Lois informed her. "I turned him down. I didn't want to get caught up with a superhero especially one as dark as this one."
"And yet you are caught up with a superhero," Bruce stated.
"Oh, I see," Diana softly said.
"Can we change the subject?" Clark asked. "I don't particularly like hearing about how you dated Lois before me."
Bruce smirked at him as he took a bite of his Lo Mein. "Jealous, Clark?"
"You have nothing to be jealous about, honey," Lois reassured him as she patted his arm. "You two are total opposites."
Diana focused on her dinner, trying to process the unexpected news. She felt a wave of jealousy over the fact that Bruce had dated Lois before, but she knew it was in the past. Lois was with Clark and had been for some time. Still, it prickled her pride a little knowing he'd gone out with her, going so far as to ask Lois to move to Gotham when he wouldn't even go out on a single date with her.
What was wrong with her that Bruce didn't want to be with her?
Bruce couldn't help but notice the change in Diana's mood. It had been understandably less than spectacular before, but now it was just plain abysmal. She looked almost mad, not the least bit interested in the conversation that was taking place around her.
He wished he could talk to her, tell her that Lois didn't mean anything to him, but now was definitely not the time or place. "So, when are you two going to move out of this apartment and get yourselves a house?" Bruce asked, needing to find a new topic fast.
"Well, we've done some looking here and there, but nothing serious," Clark admitted.
"We're not really in a hurry to move out and make house payments," Lois told him.
Bruce frowned as he took another helping of chicken fried rice. "And how is that any different than paying rent every month?"
"It's not, but there's more risk attached to it," Lois countered. "The heating could go out…the pipes burst or a roof leak. Here, it's their problem. In our own house, it's our problem."
"Bruce, did you find out anymore from the weapon you recovered from Clayface?" Clark questioned him.
"Not yet," Bruce tightly replied, casting a sidelong look at Diana.
"I'm sure none of them are talking or divulging anything," Clark said with a frown. "Maybe I should try questioning one of them."
Bruce snorted in amusement. "If I didn't get anything out of them, you certainly won't be able to."
"Sometimes a soft hand can work magic compared to a terrifying growl," Clark maintained.
"Right," Bruce retorted with a roll of his eyes.
"Wait," Diana interjected. "What weapon? What happened?"
"It's nothing," Bruce told her with a dismissive wave of his fork.
"Clayface, Killer Frost, and Copperhead went to Gotham a couple of night ago to target Batman," Clark divulged. "They were trying to use the same weapon on him that Grodd used on you."
"Bruce, why didn't you tell me?" Diana asked. "You could have been hurt or even worse. You could've been transported like I was."
"I'm fine," he reassured her, noticing a spark of emotion that had been missing since he brought her home. "They couldn't get a clean shot off."
"Still, you should have told me," she countered, lips pursing in disapproval. "I could've tried to help you."
"No way," Bruce adamantly stated. "We just got you back. We're not risking you being transported again."
Diana didn't argue with him or try to prove that she was more than capable of taking care of herself. It took them all by surprise. This wasn't the same woman who had been taken from them, so fierce and fearless…so fiery and stubborn. She was broken now, trying to find her way through a life that was irrevocably changed.
Clark decided a change in topic was definitely needed at that moment. "Hey, did you hear how the mayoral race is heating up in Metropolis?" Clark asked. "Looks like it's going to turn pretty nasty."
"You know I found some pretty reliable dirt on Mathis," Lois said with a smirk. "I'm taking him down once I finish my article."
Clark gave Lois a competitive grin. "My article is going to kill your article," he claimed. "I did a follow up story on that mysterious downed satellite. Turns out it was used to spy on the United State."
Diana listened as the three of them spoke of current events, feeling very much like an outsider. She'd felt like an outsider in the other universe and now she felt that way back in her own world. She'd missed out on so much while she had been gone, events that had taken place that she had no idea about as life had moved on without her.
She felt an overwhelming sense of bewilderment welling up within her. It didn't feel as though she belonged anywhere anymore. It was unnerving to say the least, leaving her feeling vulnerable and unbalanced. She wasn't used to feeling this way. She'd always been so strong and in control.
Now, she felt nothing like that.
The foundation beneath her feet had given way, leaving her in a freefall that she couldn't begin to stop no matter how hard she tried. She needed to find a way to regain her footing once more. So much had happened in such a short time, more than she could begin to cope with.
She needed to find her anchor again. When she had been transported to the other world, she had found that anchor in that world's Bruce, giving her something to grab on to in order to help ground herself and give herself a sense of normalcy. He had provided her the sense of stability that she had needed to try to find a way home.
Glancing at the man sitting to her right arguing with Lois about the national deficit, she knew in her heart that she had found her anchor once more. She knew her true strength would come from within, but in the meantime, she knew she had Bruce to lean on even if she did want to hit him at that moment.
A/N: Looks like Bruce has some explaining to do!
UP NEXT: Bruce forces Diana to finally let her emotions out. Will he survive the encounter? Diana makes a decision. :)