Day Five
Outside the sweeping glass windows of the JLA Satellite's observation deck, a multitude of stars shone bright, unfettered by the atmosphere and smog. Wonder Woman's blue gaze was fixed on that dark void, and not on the cowled man hovering behind her. "She has not returned to Themyscira." There was a paused, and the Amazon princess added, "And yes, I would."
"What?"
"Tell you if she had."
Batman uttered what was probably his first sound of amusement in four days as Diana moved in front of the monitors she was supposed to be watching.
"Truth be told, Bruce – she cannot return to Themyscira." Sensing that she'd actually managed to surprise him, she turned to face him. "When Hippolyta allowed her to re-enter the Patriarch's world in search of the missing Idol, it was a test. When she chose to remain, instead of returning to the island… it was the first step down the dark path that was Seen for her when she arrived." Diana half closed her eyes, a faint, not-truly-amused smile resting on her lips. "Not that Prophecies mean anything to you…"
"They don't. But all the same, explain."
"She is intended to become an Avatar for Ares. If, as you say, she has killed…"
"Another sign on the path to destruction?" he asked, not entirely skeptically.
"Yes."
"Is Desdemona aware of this 'prophecy'?"
"I don't think so. But she is your –" Diana cut that statement off, turning back to the monitor as Superman strode into the room.
From the look on his face, he had heard at least some part of the conversation. "Desdemona?" His tone was one of more than just passing curiosity, and it drew a mildly interested look from Batman. "I knew she was one of yours, Diana, but I didn't know you knew her as well, Batman… Is she in some kind of trouble?"