Chapter 92: The Question

The door opened, Bruce walked in, nodded at the man who was sat at the table, he then sat down and looked at the man.

"Batman." The man said.

"Steve Trevor." Bruce said.

"Are you going to let me go?" Trevor asked.

"Not yet." Bruce answered.

"What's my crime?" Steve Trevor asked.

Coming back from the dead. Bruce thought, though he didn't say that out loud, even thinking it made him feel weird. Clark had come back once, but that had been the exception. Steve Trevor had been killed sixty years ago, and yet here he was, as if nothing had happened. Diana had told him and Clark all about what had happened, how she'd fallen for Trevor, and how she'd learned he was a Nazi. And now he was here, alive and well.

"How did it happen?" Bruce asked.

"What?" Trevor replied.

"You coming back from death." Bruce stated.

"I don't know." Steve Trevor answered.

"You don't know?" Bruce asked, Trevor gave nothing away, but then if he were as good as Diana had made out, that should be no surprise to him.

"No." Trevor answered. "One moment, Diana kills me, the next moment I wake up in a hotel room in New York."

"I see." Bruce said, making a note of that. "And how did you find Diana?"

"I saw her on the box." Trevor said.

"The box?" Bruce asked.

"The television, I think it's called." Trevor supplied.

"And when was this?" Bruce asked.

"About a month and a half ago." Trevor said.

A month and a half ago, Diana would've been in New York giving an interview to some paper about something to do with the regime. Bruce would need to check what hotel Trevor was staying at to confirm. He looked at Trevor and asked him that. Trevor snorted. "I don't know, it was some shady hotel on 5th Street."

"Okay." Bruce said.

"And what made you decide to approach Diana, given how things ended?" Bruce asked.

"Well, I wanted to know where I was, if the war had ended and what the fuck was going on." Trevor said.

"So, you decided to go and find Diana, the woman who killed you?" Bruce asked.

"Yes." Trevor said. "She was the only person who I recognised or knew here."

"And how did you find her?" Bruce asked.

"I stumbled across her. I entered a diner, I think they're called, and then she was sat there, talking to someone." Trevor said.

"And then what?" Bruce asked.

"I approached her, we spoke and I've been here for two or three weeks now." Trevor said.

Bruce nodded. "Very well, and do you know who brought you back from death and why they might?"

"No." Trevor answered. "I wish I knew, but I don't."

Bruce nodded. "Very well." He got up and got to the door before Trevor spoke.

"Am I being held prisoner?"

"No." Bruce said before opening the door and walking out, he shut it behind him and then went to the other room where Clark and Diana were standing.

"Well?" Clark asked.

"I don't know." Bruce said.

"You don't know?" Clark replied.

"I don't know if he's lying or if there's something else going on which he doesn't know about." Bruce said.

"So, what should we do?" Clark asked.

"Diana?" Bruce said, looking at the woman.

The woman looked torn, as if she wanted to deny Trevor, but at the same time wanted to embrace him. She had loved him once, so Bruce could understand that. Eventually, the woman said. "Keep him here, maybe throw him in with the knight."

"Okay." Bruce said.