Terry had gone on patrol once again, leaving Diana and Bruce alone once again. Three days had passed since the funeral, and Bruce had been in an especially bad mood. He didn't really act very differently; it was just something in his demeanor that let everyone know that he wasn't in a very good mood.

No one really spoke when Bruce was around. If someone were talking, everything would go quiet as soon as Bruce would enter the room. Diana was getting tired of it. She was determined to talk to Bruce, to have a conversation with him. Now was the time while she was the only one here. Bruce would never open up and talk to her loosely if someone else might over hear them.

She entered the study, where Bruce was on is computer. It seemed he was looking a profiles of deceased villains again.

"Why are you going over the profiles of dead villains?"

Bruce actually looked up from the computer screen, but his gaze quickly returned to the screen. "One of my enemies found a way to come back to life. He died shortly before you left, but he was here a few years back, alive and well, in a way. I'm trying to see if there are any others that may have dabbled in the same kind of technology, to see if before they died, the found a way to somehow return."

"In case they'll give Terry any trouble?"

"Exactly. At least this way he'll be better prepared."

"You get paranoid too easily Bruce."

"Oh? Apparently not paranoid enough, because I was more than caught off guard when Joker appeared. There's no telling how many psychos Terry may have to fight because I didn't do a good enough job taking care of my enemies."

There was Bruce for you, always the first to blame himself.

"Why did your mother let you go home?" Bruce was looking at her again. The question was sudden, and caught Diana off guard.

"I wrote her a letter explaining why I wanted to return, she held a vote, all Amazon had a say in my return. I was welcomed back with open arms, after having saved them all, I was very well liked."

There was silence as Bruce seemed to think this over, and seemed to accept her answer.

"If it's worth anything, I regret what I did I regret pushing you away."

This surprised Diana even more. "You regret hurting me, to 'keep me safe'?"

"More than anything. Our time together may have been short, but I would have loved every minute of it. It was a long while before I could ever admit it, even to myself, but it is the truth." Bruce then stood, and walked past her. "I just though you should know. I'm going to bed."

Then he left, and Diana was too speechless to even try to stop him. Did he still love her? The look in his eyes… it had seemed that he did love her. But now they had missed their chance. Bruce could die any day, at any moment. The next time he went to sleep could be the last.

Or had they lost their chance?

There was something she could do… and if he did love her, it would be worth it.

Diana could revive Bruce's youth, but at a cost: her immortality.

She would still have her strength, her ability to fly and heal quickly. Only now, she would age. Diana wouldn't mind, not if she were aging with Bruce. It would be worth the sacrifice.

So Diana walked up to Bruce's room, and listened at the door. There was silence, and Bruce usually fell asleep very quickly, so Diana entered the room, and walked up to Bruce's Bed.

He hadn't bothered changing, or even putting the covers over himself.

Diana lightly held his hand.

"I sacrifice my immortality for this mortal, to restore his health and youth to that of the time he was a youthful man."

With Diana's word's, both she and Bruce started to glow. Diana could feel her immortality leaving her, and she could see Bruce's youth being restored. She saw his face fill out, his color returning. She could see his muscle mass returning, and his hair return to dark black.

He was even more youthful than when Diana had first met him.

Diana smiled. Surely Bruce would be quite surprised when he woke up.


Bruce groaned slightly as he woke. He couldn't believe he'd told Diana all of that. Bruce sat up, but was surprised when there was no struggle to do so, no pain in his movements. Bruce opened his eyes, and saw his hands. His strong youthful hands.

"What happened to me?" He arose quickly, and went to his bathroom. Bruce was more than surprised to see what his reflection held. He appeared to be eighteen, maybe nineteen. What could have caused this? Why was he suddenly young again?

He wasn't finding answers in his bathroom, so Bruce went downstairs, and into the Batcave, and got on the computer. He pushed the intercom button.

"Terry, is it a slow night?"

"Bruce? What are you doing in the cave?"

"Later, answer my question."

"It's slow."

"Then head back, we may have a problem, I'll explain it when you get here." Before Terry could object, Bruce turned off the comm. link.

Someone had made Bruce young again. But who? And why?