It was only a matter of a few weeks after Diana had returned that there was an emergency big enough for the League to be called upon. There were several trouble makers in the city, destroying buildings and attacking people. It didn't take long for the League, and even Batman to arrive one the scene.
Diana was almost glad this had happened, she was getting entirely too bored at the tower. She couldn't seem to connect very well to any of the new members of the league.
Diana wasted no time in attacking; it had been a long time since she'd had a good fight. She choose a rather large man with an ice ray, she then grabbed the ray and easily broke it. The man stared at her in shock. Diana promptly smirked, and punched him, causing his to fly into a nearby dumpster.
All the fights were one on one, now Diana just had to watch to see who may need help. They were doing pretty well, it seemed each member of the league knew how to hold their own. After a while, she watched Batman fight. He definitely seemed like he had been trained by Bruce, there boy knew how to fight.
She was surprised when the villain suddenly seemed to get the upper hand, and start beating heavily on Batman. Now was the time to intervene, Diana took out her lasso, swung it over the man Batman was fighting, and pulled the man away from Batman. He seemed grateful when he stood.
"Wrap things up for me, I have an emergency I have to get to. She hadn't even noticed the bat shaped plane in the air, and there he went, flying into it, and taking off. What was so important he left during a fight like this one?
"Bruce!" Terry ran up to the collapsed, and now seemingly unconscious, Bruce. Terry put his fingers to Bruce's throat, and was relieved to feel a steady pulse beneath his fingers. Terry quickly found some clothes to put over his suit, and took off the mask, and called 911.
"I just don't understand how he could just leave like that in the middle of a battle," Diana said almost angrily.
Superman then walked into the meeting room, a grim look on his face. He was also followed in by a man who appeared to be in his fifties, and had a large lighting bolt, not unlike the Flashes, on his uniform.
"With the exception of Diana and Virgil, I would like everyone to leave. There is something somewhat personal I want to address them about." It took a few minutes, but the others were soon gone.
"Virgil? As in Static?" Diana asked. She remembered working with him before, but he'd just been a rookie back then.
"The one and only." Static said with a smile.
"Static still works with the League sometimes, he just happened to be bust during our introductions a few weeks ago." Superman said. "I wanted to talk to the two of you about why Batman left during the battle. There was an emergency at the Wayne Manor, apparently Bruce forgot to take some of his medicine, and then collapsed.
"He pressed a signal button to let Batman know he was in danger. Luckily he got to the hospital in time, they managed to revive him."
"So Bats is okay?" Virgil asked.
"Yes. He'll be going home soon, says there's too much lighting in the hospital, or something to that effect." That got both Superman and Static to smile slightly. Bruce was after all, Batman, and therefore preferred the dark over the light. "The problem is he needs bed rest, and Batman can't be there all the time to take care of him. He has to run Wayne Tech. Batman was hoping to have some help in taking care of Bruce."
"I'll do it." Diana offered. "I doubt he would let Static any where near him, let alone take care of him.
"He did always like you best." Static said with a smile. "Not that I won't try to visit when I can."
"That should work out nicely," Superman said. "We won't expect you here Diana, but if there's a bug enough emergency, I can let you know."
"Very well," Diana said, "I'll just pack a few of my things and head over."
"Batman." Diana said when she saw the young Batman, asleep in a chair, beside Bruce's bed, who was also asleep.
Batman stirred and opened his eyes. "Wonder Woman…" He sat up straight, and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. "Superman told me you were coming." He said as he stood.
"As I understand it, he needs someone with him at all times?"
"Yeah, someone at least needs to be in the house. I moved the fridge in here for convenience. If his heart rate starts to-"
"I'll know how to revive him, when the League was first formed, Batman decided we should all know some medical basics."
"That sounds like the Old Man. Okay, today I have a shareholder meeting and some charity thing. I should be back before nightfall."
"I understand. He'll be fine. Don't worry."
"I'll try. By the way, I'm Terry. Terry McGinnis."
"Well Terry, I'll see you later."
He gave a nod, and left.
Diana looked around. Bruce's room didn't seem to have changed much over the years. Same bed frame, same color, same furniture and decor. The only addition was the medical equipment that was now beside Bruce's bed. A heart monitor, oxygen, and an I.V.
"Kid gone?"
Diana looked at Bruce. He'd taken off his oxygen mask.
"He is."
It took no more than that confirmation for Bruce to sit up, and start getting out of bed. "And just what do you think your doing Bruce?"
"I have too many things to do to be stuck in bed." He looked around. "Where's my cane?"
"I don't think so Bruce. You nearly died, your going to be staying in bed. You know I can force you. You may have been able to out maneuver me sixty years ago, but no you wouldn't stand a chance." She stared him down, hoping to intimidate him. It was something she'd never been able to do
It seemed she still couldn't. The look he gave her in return was practically enough to intimidate her. "What is it you need to do Bruce?"
"I have a funeral to plan."
"A funeral?"
"Dick Grayson died. I started making plans, so then I forgot my pills. All I need is my computer-"
"I would think a billionaire such as yourself would have one of those lab tops."
"I do. It's in my night stand."
Diana opened the nightstand, and handed Bruce the lab top. "There, now you can do your work while your resting in bed."
"Yippy." Same old Bruce.
:If your going to work at least put your oxygen mask back on." Hopefully he wouldn't fight her on this.
"Don't need it." He continued by logging into what looked like an address book.
"Like you would accept that if anyone else said that. Say like… Terry? Of course, if you won't put the mask back on, I suppose I'll just have to tell him what you've been up to."
"You're as evil as I remember."
Diana smirked. "So?"
"I'll put on the damn mask."
To think, there was once a time Diana never would have said anyone could force Bruce into doing anything, he'd always had the situation under control. Even when he'd been poisoned, gassed, or just knocked out, he'd still always had things under control. Diana just supposed what mortals told her was true, time really could change people.
