Diana's muscles tensed as she lowered the phone, letting it fall onto her desk as she continued to stare at the wall above the file cabinet. She had figured out who had been accessing her files, who had been the cause of all the breaches; it was the same man who had a gun pressed to her head, his hand shaking as he contemplated pulling the trigger.

"Sterling," Diana said softly. Her hand lowered slowly, settling on her hip. Her fingers itched to grab her gun, but the way Sterling pushed the gun harder into the back of her head when she moved toward the weapon, the more she realized she would never get the chance.

"How did you figure it out?" he asked. His voice was deep and tense, a stark contrast to what he normally sounded like, and Diana swore she could hear the faintest hints of an accent in his question.

"You used the department's code," Diana answered. "You're the only one who uses it."

Sterling let out a groan. His brow furrowed as he watched Diana's shoulder slump. He had been waiting years for this moment, when he would finally get the upper hand over Diana. He hated the woman, having to constantly hear her name spoken from everyone's lips, as if she was some prodigy.

Diana began to slowly turn, turning only a few inches at a time, making sure he wasn't going to feel too threatened. Her hand covered her watch as she turned, trying to get a message to Bruce in any way she could, before her eyes met Sterling's. "You're smart," he commented.

His eyebrow raised and Diana realized she had seen him before. His hair had been longer and he had been thinner, a child compared to the man that now stood in front of her. But she didn't know why she hadn't noticed it until now. "But Father would be so disappointed to know the decisions you have made while here."

Diana raised an eyebrow, her eyes trying to ignore the barrel settled right above her nose and locked on Sterling's. The more she stared at him, the more she saw it. They had the same jaw lines, the same dark hair, the same prominent nose and ears. Sterling was Damian's son. Sterling was her brother.

"Sterling," Diana whispered. "What are you doing?"

Sterling shrugged. "I have a job to do," he explained. "I will be getting back into Father's good graces," he said, his voice changing. Diana noticed the small accent return. His voice sounded much more like Damian's than the man she had known for months. "Father wanted Wayne Enterprises, so I volunteered to infiltrate. I knew I could get my hands on the blueprints he wanted. Little did I know what he wanted was you."

His hand flinched and the gun moved across Diana's brow, forcing her to shut her eyes in a moment of terror. When she was certain he wasn't going to shoot her, she opened her eyes, her heart trying to calm down as Sterling chuckled. "Oh if Father could see you now," he said. "He's always known about you. You're all he spoke of. He barely spoke to me or my mother after I was born, let alone claimed me. You were his perfect child, and you didn't even know he was your father. How was I supposed to compete with that?"

"Sterling, I'm sorry about Damian," she said. "You deserve a better father, but I promise you, I would never have wanted to be a part of his family."

Sterling scoffed. "You don't understand. I worked so hard to make him proud of me. If you're a Kyrios, life is easy. At least you had the Prince name to help you back home. I was the son of a nobody. And I was becoming his favorite, slowly but surely, but when I found out you had the potential to give him his first grandchild, I knew things would change."

Diana frowned. "What did you do?"

Sterling chuckled. His lips curled into a smile and he shrugged. "I didn't have to do anything," he said. "Things just worked out themselves."

Diana took a deep breath, her shoulders raising as she tried to calm her still racing heart. "Why didn't you tell me?" she asked. "I didn't know who he was. I didn't know anything, but you had to go and dig through things you shouldn't have, and it came to light."

Sterling huffed and pushed the gun into her forehead harder. He was starting to get angry, wondering why he hadn't taken care of Diana himself months ago. She was the one person who could stand in between him and what he wanted most: his father's company. "I had to know you. I had to meet you and see why you were so special to Father."

"So what are you going to do now?" Diana asked. "You can't just walk out of this office and pretend nothing's happened."

Sterling nodded. Things had escalated further than he had ever imagined. He had never expected to work underneath his sister, putting on a happy face as he worked side by side with the one person his father compared him to every moment of the day. He had never expected to find out she had been having a relationship with her boss, eventually getting pregnant. Diana and that baby would have ruined everything he had worked for. It was some relief when he found out about the miscarriage, but that still didn't take care of Diana. Sterling knew that Diana being aware of who she was the daughter of only made her more of a threat. So he did what he thought he needed to do.

"You're coming with me," he answered, his grip on the gun tightening. "Father has plans for you." He reached over and grabbed Diana by the arm, squeezing her bicep as he pulled her toward the door. "And if you try anything, Bruce won't be the only one who gets hurt."

He pulled her out of the door, away from her desk, out of reach from her cell phone. She knew she had to get a hold of either Bruce, or Lucius, or even Paul, but with everyone either in meetings, at lunch, or otherwise engaged, she knew it would be at least thirty minutes before anyone stopped by the office. She and Sterling would be long gone by then. Sterling moved and forced Diana in front of him, pressing the gun into the small of her back as his eyes narrowed, threatening her, letting her know he was not to be played with.

"You can't expect me to stay in Greece," Diana said over her shoulder, trying to slow her walk through the room.

Sterling shook his head. "You will if you want Hippolyta and Antiope to remain unharmed," he threatened. "You know Father's reach," he said. "He has friends in high places and your mother has no chance against him."

Diana stopped and turned, her shoulders tensing. "Don't you dare threaten my mother," Diana said, her brow furrowing. She would never do anything to put her mother and her aunt in harm's way, but the last thing she wanted to do was work for Damian. She wanted nothing to do with that man or his company.

"Then don't do anything stupid."

As they continued to walk toward the door, Sterling nudged Diana with the gun, telling her to walk faster. He had worked there long enough to know when Paul and Joe went to lunch, they were back at the same time like clockwork. Joe may have been a lazy worker, and a terrible shot, but at least he was punctual. They were nearly at the door, when it opened and in rushed Bruce, Lucius, Paul, and Joe, the last two with their guns drawn. Sterling hooked his arm around Diana's shoulders and pulled her closer to his chest, the gun in his left hand moving from the small of her back to her temple.

"Drop the gun," Paul said, his voice deepening when he saw the wide eyed expression Diana gave when she felt the cold metal of the gun on her face. He should have told Diana of his suspicions of Sterling long ago, but he wanted to be certain his hunch was something he needed to follow. He had caught Sterling on the phone speaking Greek, and when he had asked him if he had known any other language, and Sterling had given a quick no, Paul's suspicions only grew. After catching a few more secret phone calls where both Diana and Bruce's names were mentioned, Paul knew he had to find out everything about the man.

For the past week Paul had worked tirelessly, trying to find everything he could have of their newest employee. He wanted to know where he had been before Wayne Enterprises. He had wanted to know where he had grown up, or what school he had gone to, even enlisting the help of his brother who worked with the FBI to get the truth. He had put in countless hours working behind everyone's back, trying to understand one of the men who he was supposed to trust with his life. But when his brother had met up with him and Joe at lunch and handed him all the information they had been able to dig up on Sterling, he had run over, wanting to warn Diana. Too bad he had been too late to get her by herself.

"The police are on their way," Paul said. "They know what you've done." The grip on his gun tightened as he cursed his brother for not following him back to the company, mumbling something about needing to get his boss in the loop before the FBI could get involved.

"I've done nothing wrong," Sterling said, his voice raising, making the nervousness that hid in it more obvious. He was trying to convince himself more than everyone else, knowing the longer they all stood there, guns drawn, the less likely he was going to get out of this situation unscathed.

"It's over, Sterling," Paul said, "or should I call you Jason?"

Sterling's shoulders tensed. He hadn't heard that name in over a year. No one here was supposed to know that name. "I have no idea what you're talking about," he said, trying to keep his voice as calm as possible, but Diana could hear the tremor in his voice.

Paul glanced over his shoulder at Bruce, who stood beside him, clenching the file Paul's brother had given them in his hand. "Jason Zika, twenty-seven, born in Athens," Bruce read, flipping through the file. "Mother: Helena Zika. Father: Unknown." Bruce looked up at Sterling, his eyes narrowing. "Although we all know that's not the case, is it?"

"You leave my father out of this," Sterling said in between gritted teeth.

Bruce shook his head as he pulled out a few photos from the files. "Why are you protecting him?" Bruce asked. "I spoke to your mother," he said. "Damian didn't even claim you. You went searching for him and begged him to claim you and take you under his wing."

Sterling shook his head, his grip on Diana's shoulders growing tighter as he began to get angry. "My mother is a liar!" he exclaimed. "She got pregnant and ran. She wasn't worthy of being with Father and she knew this, but to deny me my birthright was a coward's move."

"She ran because she knew the man Damian would make you out to be," Diana whispered. "She was trying to protect you." Suddenly Diana understood why Hippolyta had kept Damian being her father a secret for so long. She was trying to protect her. She was trying to keep Diana from acting the way Sterling was.

"My mother was weak," Sterling said.

Diana looked up at Bruce, who was staring at her, his eyes soft as he tried to calm her. He was going to do everything he could to make sure she walked out of this office alive. "Is that why you left her to move to Gotham? Was Damian so convincing that you threw your whole life away to be his dirty man and left behind the only person who had cared for you."

"I'm not Father's dirty man," Sterling said. "He trusted me to come here and find any weakness I could."

Bruce sighed. "And by weakness, he meant Diana. He knew she was working here, and he knew you'd do whatever you could to make him happy." He pulled a few sheets of paper from the file and showed it to Sterling. "You tried to delete the files, but Victor was able to recover your emails. You discuss everything, from taking over the company, to wanting me dead."

Bruce pulled a few photos from the file and tossed them onto the floor, letting them land in front of Sterling and Diana. "Am I supposed to know who that is?" Sterling asked, taking a second to glance at the photos that showed him and a woman. One of the photos showed the two of them talking, another showed the two shaking hands, and the last photo was of Sterling handing the woman a roll of cash.

"It's amazing what security cameras can catch," Paul said. "And now the FBI is on their way over to arrest that woman."

Sterling shrugged, still trying to convince himself he knew absolutely nothing of what they were all talking about. "And why do I care?"

Bruce spoke up. "Because she's the woman who tried to kill me in Metropolis." He glanced up at Diana, wanting to explain everything he had just learned within the last few minutes. "You arranged to have me killed in Metropolis."

Sterling laughed. "And why would I worry myself about killing you?" he asked.

Bruce smirked. "You'd do anything to please Damian," he answered. "You knew with me out of the way, Damian could swoop over and take over the company, building his empire here in the US. He knew with me out of the way, Diana would go back home, and it would be much easier for Damian to convince her to come and work for him." He watched as Sterling's nose flared, his grip on Diana growing tighter. "But that's not what you wanted, was it? With Diana in Damian's life, you'd be put on the back burner, the son he never wanted."

"She was going to ruin everything!" Sterling shouted, finally having had enough. "I've lived in her shadow for years. If she came back, I would lose everything! My share of the company, my relationship with Father, my seat at the table. I'd lose it all!"

"And so you went behind Damian's back and hired another man to kill the competition. You knew if Diana got hurt while in Metropolis, no one would dig too much into it. They'd all assume she was doing her job, and you'd be completely absolved from all guilt. But what happened? You couldn't go through with it? Did you have some last minute regrets?"

Sterling started to chuckle. "What happened?" he asked, shaking his head as he realized there was no way out of this. They all knew too much, and no matter what he said, there was no way he was getting away with anything. The least he could do was make sure they all knew how much work he had put into this whole plan. "What happened was the idiot was a terrible shot," he confessed. "He was supposed to put a bullet right through her heart, but the imbecile couldn't work the gun and got her waist."

The gears in Diana's head began to turn. The incident in Metropolis had all been orchestrated by Sterling. She had been shot. Paul had been shot. They had been hurt because someone they trusted had betrayed them for their own selfish reasonings. She thought back to Shayera's John Doe case, a realization clicking in her head. "So you killed him."

Sterling nodded. "I took care of him," he confessed. "He failed me, so I did what I had to do. I couldn't afford any loose ends."

"But you had me alone in the limo," Bruce stated. "Why not kill me then?"

"And make myself the first suspect?" Sterling replied with a chuckle.

"So what are you going to do, Sterling?" Bruce asked. "The cops are coming, we all know what you've done. There's no getting out of this."

Sterling began to laugh, finally hitting his breaking point. He was no longer thinking rationally. He was being erratic, and the longer this standoff lasted, the worse he was going to get. Diana could feel his body trembling as his nerves began to take over, and she knew it was only a matter of time before he did something stupid. She knew she needed to make her move if she was going to get out of this alive. "Sterling," she whispered, pausing to take a deep breath, "put the gun down, and we'll talk about this."

Sterling shook his head, adamant that the time for talking was over. "I am not leaving this place in handcuffs," he screamed. "And if I'm dying tonight, I'm taking Diana with me." He took a deep breath, trying to ready himself for the decision he had made. He shifted the gun in his hand, loosening the grip over her shoulders as he steadied the muscles in his left arm.

Diana looked up, her eyes meeting Paul's, who nodded, before she turned to look at Bruce. Their eyes locked and they both got lost in the moment, staring at each other, praying they would both be okay. Without another thought, Diana rammed her elbow back into Sterling, hitting his ribs, forcing him to double over and grab his ribs. Diana took the opportunity and took a few steps away from Sterling, getting away from his grasp, watching as he stood, his eyes narrowed in anger.

"You bitch," he snarled, standing up, ignoring the pain in his side. He raised the gun and pointed it toward Diana, his finger finding the trigger.

The sound of two gunshots rang throughout the room. Everyone froze, unsure of which gun made the sound. The seconds felt like hours, each hoping and praying it wasn't Sterling who had fired. Finally, after a few moments, Diana looked up to see Sterling grasping at his chest, the blood spreading quickly, soaking his shirt. He dropped to his knees, glancing up at Diana with a frightened frown, before he fell onto his face, his hand releasing the gun he hadn't been able to fire.

Paul shoved his gun into the hidden holster on his waist and rushed up to the man on the floor, kicking Sterling's gun to the side before he checked Sterling's pulse. "He's alive, barely," Paul said, pulling Sterling onto his back, before applying pressure onto the wound in his chest.

Bruce looked over at Joe, watching as his hands shook, his eyes widening when he realized it was his gun that had fired the two shots. "Joe," Lucius whispered, placing a hand on the man's shoulder. He watched as Joe placed his gun back into his holster, staring at the bleeding man on the floor, before they both turned to watch Bruce rush up to Diana.

"Are you okay?" Bruce asked, wrapping his arms around Diana and pulling her head into his chest.

Diana nodded, her eyes never leaving Paul, who was trying to save the man, despite what they had all just learned from him. "I'm okay," she said, kissing him on the lips once, before she pulled away from Bruce and joined Paul. Sterling had tried to kidnap her, tried to kill her multiple times, but he was still her brother. She didn't want him dead, no matter how much he hated her.

Diana knelt beside Sterling, watching as his eyes fluttered open. His face contorted in pain and a few tears ran down his face. All Diana could do was grab his hand and squeeze, letting him know he wouldn't die alone, before she looked over at Paul, silently begging him to keep it up until paramedics could get there.

Bruce watched as Diana knelt beside Sterling, his bloody hand in hers. He turned and saw Lucius on the phone, calling the paramedics, letting them know what had happened, before he turned to Joe. "Good shot," he said. He knew when Diana had first gotten the promotion, Joe had been very upset, wanting someone more experienced to have the job. A few months ago, Joe wouldn't have done anything to protect Diana, but today he had been the first to ensure Sterling was not going to hurt her.

Joe nodded. "I, uh," he began, his voice stuttering. "I was aiming for his leg."

Bruce nodded and turned back to Diana, watching as she continued to soothe Sterling, watching as the life drained out of his face, knowing there was nothing more they could do for the poor kid who had gotten involved with Damian Kyrios.

Commissioner James Gordon stood in the doorway of Diana's office, listening as she recalled everything that had led up to Sterling getting shot. "And you recorded everything?" he heard one of his detectives ask.

Diana nodded. "Yeah, I recorded it with my watch," she answered. "It's a file on my phone that I can send you."

The detective nodded, thanked Diana, and walked out of the office, smiling at Commissioner Gordon on her way out. He watched as Bruce took a seat beside Diana, grabbing her hand and squeezing it, before she looked up at the older man. "Detective Hol has been teaching you well," he said with a smirk. Shayera was one of his best officers. He only wished she was back in Gotham right now.

Diana chuckled and nodded, rubbing her hand over her face, tired. "Yes sir," she said.

Commissioner Gordon gave Bruce a small nod. He had been working with the man ever since Clark Kent had come to his office with suspicions of their John Doe being from Metropolis. He had listened to Bruce, taking a chance on the man, and had been happy to know he had been able to provide lots of insight. "My officers have all the information the FBI gave you," he explained, "and it looks like Sterling might make a recovery." He watched as the duo nodded before he let out a sigh. "Unfortunately, without any concrete evidence that it was Damian behind the emails, we won't be able to extradite him. And even so, it would be a long and iffy process."

Diana let out a sigh, letting her head drop back, disappointed. She wanted Damian to pay for everything he had done, but now there was no way to positively connect him to everything. He could hide in Greece without consequence, letting his son take the fall for everything. She hated the man now even more than before.

"Thank you, Commissioner," Bruce said, his thumb rubbing the back of Diana's hand, trying to calm her down. He knew she was frustrated. He wanted Damian to pay for everything, just as she did, but he knew there was nothing they could do. All they could really do was move forward and try to make the best of a bad situation.

Commissioner Gordon nodded and walked toward the door. "I'll be in touch," he said over his shoulder, before he walked out of the office, passed the crime techs who were cleaning up the blood on the floor, toward the detectives collecting statements from Paul and Joe.

Bruce watched as Commissioner Gordon walked out of the department, out into the hallway, ducking under the yellow crime scene tape that was blocking off the department from the rest of his employees. "Are you okay?" he whispered, turning toward Diana. "I mean really okay."

Diana nodded. "He was my brother," she whispered. "I could've had a brother, but he let his hatred for me blind him to how Damian has been controlling his life." She looked up, letting her eyes meet Bruce's for a moment, before she took a deep breath. "I can't let him get away with that."

Bruce sighed. "I know, Diana. But we can't do anything."

But Diana didn't believe him. She knew what she could do, and what she had to do, but she also knew Bruce wouldn't like it. She wanted, needed, Damian to pay for everything. She couldn't let him hurt anyone else. "What are you going to do about the contract?" Diana asked, trying to change the subject.

Bruce smirked. "The contract Damian and I signed was for the sharing of information," he explained. "We gave him specific information he had asked for, and vise versa. Victor took basic specs of the chip Damian's company had been working on, and with the engineering department, they were able to create a better device. We're already working on getting a patent. We broke no contract, so Damian can't do anything about it."

"You're a smart man, Mr. Wayne," Diana said when she realized they had actually beaten Damian at his own game.

"I know," he responded. He leaned in and kissed her softly, not caring that a handful of other people were in the other room. The two had promised not to keep their relationship a secret, and with everything that had happened today, he wanted nothing more than to be close to her.

"I'm sorry you got caught up in all this mess," she said. "My family is….complicated."

Bruce chuckled. "I love you, every part of you, including your crazy family." He leaned in and kissed the tip of her nose.

Diana closed her eyes and let out a small content sigh. Being here with Bruce, knowing they could finally relax and not worry about keeping things hidden, was such a relief. But there was still something nagging her, something she knew she had to do. There was one loose end she needed to take care of, and if Bruce didn't want to do anything about it, she sure as hell would make sure Damian wasn't going to get away with anything else.

"I love you too," she whispered, a smile on her face as he kissed her forehead, unaware of what she was planning to do.