Only you, Diana

Legal Mumbo Jumbo: The usual, I bet you're tired of reading the same thing over and over again, so I'm not going to bother…

Note b-4 I start: Ummm…k, here's the deal, I screwed up on my story last chapter or the chapter before that, I can't rmb, someone pointed to me why Diana was actually exiled and I never knew that because before season 2, I didn't care about the justice league, so, for the sake of this story, and for the sake of my sanity, let's just pretend that she was exiled cuz she left as ww and we'll be on our way, happy Easter by the way, o and with the lasso thingy, that was a gr8 idea, but if I did that then there won't be any story, thanx for the tip tho, and as a thank you gift, I have drew a bunny!

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4

Bit by bit she would forget about Bruce, the chapter in her life that had contained Batman or Bruce Wayne would have to be burned, but either the pages were too thick or the contents were too full, because she just couldn't throw Bruce out of her life like that. Curse that man, curse Aphrodite, curse Eros, she cursed everyone and everything in this world at this moment

Forgetting about someone like Batman wouldn't be an easy task. It would require a great amount time, patient, and perhaps chocolate fudge ice-cream wouldn't hurt either. The problem was there are no ice creams on Themyscira. How unfair and cruel this world could be, Diana thought to herself as she sat in her chamber, when you want ice cream, they never give you ice cream. She lay down on her bed and slept on her tears and sorrow and not even the sunlight beating down on her skin could cheer her up in the morning

The pain dwell deep in her soul and hurt something fierce, it was like torture. Every time her memory came back to the event of last night, it hacks away at her sanity and won't leave her alone, but the playback wouldn't end. She began to felt guilt sneaking behind her. Ah yes, guilt, the dread of it. She probably shouldn't have been so hard on Bruce, and the slap didn't seem to be much of an idea either. She silently mumbled a string of curses under her breath as she made her way through the temple

"Princess?"

Princess! She heard it from behind her. Diana, so wrapped up in her emotions had suddenly forgotten about her being in the island and the arrangement. She turned around, having her mind completely set on the fact that it was actually Bruce behind her, "I have told you many time before, call me Diana" she looked up and froze

It wasn't Bruce; it was her "fiancé". The princess felt the mirror in her heart dropped by him, the object shattering into millions of jagged little pieces which cuts her internally a million times more

Her fiancé smiled at her. He felt surely that the princess offering her name to him had been a real improvement on their relationship. However, his smile faded abruptly as soon as he noticed her downcast eyes, so quickly, it was like a light bulb being switched off, "Diana, what troubles you?"

Diana looked up. Her eyes were clouded over by the ink of sorrow and somewhere deep within her, against her will, the ink was being used to create faded abstracts of Bruce, compose sorrowful melodies of Bruce, and construct painful poems and compositions about Bruce. The colors, chords and words clashed and gnawed at Diana's happiness. But her companion could not perceive what her trouble was. He sensed that something was wrong with her, for the whole world seems to weep for the tribulation of the beautiful princess, but Diana's book was closed and even if the content were to be placed before him, it would appear in codes which he could not read. He needed time to and he knew it

"Diana," he whispered in a soothing tone, "I have realized last night that our first meeting was somehow rushed. We never had a chance to know each other. In fact, I haven't even told you my name"

"Don't let it bother you," Diana reassured him, "I was…distracted last night"

"By what?"

Diana turned around just in time to catch her mother strolled in. The princess suddenly had a sick feeling that the queen would inquire her about her decision right in front of the future husband. Trouble is, she was still undecided about the event, most of which still seem like a blurry dream to her. One of those dream which seem so real and believable when you're asleep, but once you have woken up, the best your memory could come up with are fogged images and a curious feeling of unanswered desires

"So?" her mother began slowly, studying her daughter's expression very carefully, "Have you thought it over last night?"

Diana sighed, "Yes mother" she answered truthfully.

Hippolyta nodded in a pleasing manner, "I hope you will choose the right choice for yourself," she told her daughter, "Tell me about your conclusion"

The princess hesitated. She thought that she could delay her announcement, at least until an interruption would rush in and save her. What could she say? She didn't feel right saying no, yet if she said yes, she knew she would most likely regret it for as long as she kept on breathing, and for an immortal, that would be a really long time

"Well? We're waiting…" her mother said impatiently, intervening on Diana's thoughts

"I have decided…" Diana began before holding back her words. Whatever her decision might be, whatever she might say next, it will be the way she will live for the rest of her life. At this moment, she knew that she'd be better off answering yes, her mother would welcome her back with open arms, she'll no longer have the whole world rested upon her shoulder, no longer a superhero. She can live the normal life that she had always dreamed of. But then again, there was the life that she had established in man's world, her friends, her life, and…Bruce

At that moment, a curious gleam caught the edge of her eyes. Her pupil became attracted to the mysterious light. She roved it towards the source and found a bright amber jewel hanging on the neck of her fiancé on a thin strand of thread, so thin it was almost invisible laying back on his rough, masculine neck

"Can I know your name?" she asked in a hypnotically voice

"Titan" he spoke without hesitating

Diana tilted her gaze toward him and her blue eyes began to cloud over, like she had entered the dream realm. All thoughts on Bruce Wayne or Batman was lost as the light reflected off the gem pierced through her emotions. She could only perceive him as a faded shadow in the background of her memory. When she returned her gaze toward Titan, she felt entranced and lost in the untold story of his life engraved on the visage

"Titan, I like that name. It makes me feel…safe"

Her mother beamed with pride, "Does this mean?"

"Yes mother, I accept the offer. Wedding arrangements would be plan as soon as possible," Diana interrupted without breaking her gaze

"I'm glad to hear it" her mother replied and left the two new couples alone

Even as her mother left, Diana found it difficult to wake up from her fantasies, not even as Titan leaned down and softly kissed her. She could only focus on a bright red light beaming towards her originating from the mysterious jewel. A force she couldn't explain seems to be gripping onto her mind, her spirit and her body. It mummified her and cancelled all possibilities of rebellion. Before she knew it, she had fallen for Titan. Had she known, her memories of Batman would have prevented her, but she was washed from all traces of him. Thus, her fate was set, yet, for days after that, she did not felt like she had determined it…

A/N- Yes! I did it! I typed up one chapter, I originally planned another one but….yea…I've been pretty busy lately, what with Romeo and Juliet and biology labs and immigration assignments and complicated calculations with slopes . , hopefully, I'll be able to update sooner next time…

As you might have noticed, this story was first typed on Easter, that's about…one month ago! Wow!