Detective Work
A double drabble, written for the Fanfic 100 Challenge. Follows "Fathers and Sons", "Four A.M.", "Inheritance", and "Next Generation". Prompt: Lunch
Bruce watched the recording again, frame by frame.
He and Diana sparred in slow motion: punch, block, kick …and there it was. As his foot neared her torso, she protected her abdomen with her arm and turned her body to the right, leaving her left side vulnerable. His kick landed behind her knee, which buckled, and she fell.
He'd never been able to catch her off guard that way before.
Bruce considered his other observations. Yesterday, he'd seen Diana's lunch tray in the commissary. It had only crackers and a bowl of soup – hardly enough to maintain her muscle mass – and her usual coffee was missing.
And just a few nights ago, in a rare moment of sentimentality, he'd run his hands over her abdomen and wondered whether their children would have her strength. She'd stiffened almost immediately and changed the subject.
He tried to remain logical – there wasn't enough evidence – but it was almost impossible whenever Diana was involved. He recalled trying to dig her out of the Gorilla City rubble with his bare hands.
A dull ache formed in his stomach. Though part of him was hopeful, he was also angry and afraid. Why hadn't she told him?