Chapter 16

Wayne Manor; September 20th, 13:01 EST

He moved through the manor with all the stealth of a ninja, with the skills of a hardened warrior. Some of it had been learned, but a good portion of it was innate…something that he had inherited from his parents. He was using every ounce of that training and inborn skill now as he studied his prey from a distance.

He held his weapon close to him, his intense gaze not missing a single thing that took place around him. Keeping his back pressed against the wall, he drew a deep breath, deciding it was time to make his move…to make his presence known and take out his target.

He silently crept closer, moving like a panther as he drew closer to his prey. He checked his weapon, making certain he had plenty of ammunition in the chamber before making his move. Peeking around the corner, he took aim, firing his weapon.

What happened next seemed to take place in super slow motion, his ammunition flying through the air towards his prey with perfect precision only to be batted away at the last second with a spatula of all things. To say he was stunned would've been an understatement of grand proportions.

A couple of giggles escaped, revealing their position as if Alfred hadn't already known. "I'm afraid you're going to have to do better than that Master Damian if you want to get the jump on me," he told him without turning around.

Damian huffed under his breath as he came out from around the corner of the kitchen, his Nerf gun cocked and firmly in hand. "How did you do that?" he demanded to know, a frown on his face.

"I have no idea what you're referring to," Alfred slyly replied with a knowing smirk on his face as he continued the task at hand.

"You swatted that Nerf bullet out of the way at the last second with a spatula," Damian reminded him, clearly in awe of what he had witnessed. "You didn't even see it coming."

"That is years of training in the British Secret Service," he revealed. "Now, if Master Nicholas and Miss Kaia will come out from under the table, lunch is ready."

"Me ungry," Kaia readily decided as she peeked out from under a chair.

"I somehow knew that," Alfred affectionately said as he leaned down and scooped her up into his arms. "I made your favorite—grilled cheese sandwiches."

"But me want to go help paint my woom," Kaia told him, a scowl very reminiscent of her father's fixed firmly on her face.

"I think it's probably best if you and Master Nicholas stay down here," he informed her as he got her settled into her booster seat. "Besides, I think it'll be a big surprise for you when you see it all done."

"I can't wait," Nicholas excitedly said as he climbed into his seat next to his sister. "I'm going to have a Batman room like daddy's cave. Daddy's going to love it."

"Me miss him," Kaia said with a sad expression on her face. "I want my mommy."

"Me too, but they'll be home soon, Kai," Nicholas tried to comfort her.

"Your father will be very happy to see what you've chosen for your room," Alfred agreed as he set their plates on the table before them. "And I know for a fact that your mother and father miss you both very much. They're trying very hard to get home to you."

"Wait—you were in the British Secret Service?" Damian suddenly asked him, still trying to process what he'd just learned about the elderly butler. "Did you teach my father what you know?"

"Some of it…yes," Alfred admitted as he prepared a platter of sandwiches for the painting crew upstairs. "Let me guess—you were chosen to keep the little ones busy while the others painted?"

"It was either that or paint," Damian said with a scowl as he snatched a sandwich from the large platter. "I decided it was the better of the two choices."

"You still don't want your bedroom changed to a color you might like better?" Alfred inquired as he placed several carrot and celery sticks on the platter along with the sandwiches.

"Nah, I don't care about my bedroom," Damian told him with an indifferent shrug of a shoulder. "That's for the little kids. I'm fine the way it is."

"Well, it is your bedroom should you change your mind, Master Damian," Alfred pointed out. "This is your home after all, and you are more than welcome to make your room all your own."

"I don't know…maybe someday," he relented. "Right now, we have too many things to do that are more important like stopping Joker and Harley Quinn."

"You just say the word and we'll tackle your room next," he informed him. "Now, if you wouldn't mind taking this platter to the crew upstairs, I will bring their drinks."

"We want to go too," Nicholas announced, trying to climb out of his booster seat.

"No, you and Miss Kaia need to eat your lunch," Alfred told him.

Nicholas frowned as he settled into his booster seat again, clearly unhappy. "I'll take a picture of it for you," Damian volunteered, much to Alfred's surprise and delight.

"You will?" Nicholas asked.

"Sure," Damian agreed as he picked up the platter.

"Me too…me too," Kaia excitedly said, patting her chest.

"Okay, just stay down here and eat your lunch," Damian told them. "I'll be back."

"Then, we can swim," Nicholas decided.

"It's a little too cool today to swim," Alfred replied. "How about we make a special picture for your mother and father for when they come home?"

"Me make a nice picture for mommy and daddy," Kaia agreed.

Alfred placed several glasses along with a pitcher of lemonade on a tray before following Damian upstairs. "I must say you're doing a fine job of being a good brother to Master Nicholas and Miss Kaia," he praised Damian. "I know it's been difficult for you with your father gone and not knowing anything about how your mother or grandfather are faring. Just know you always have a home here no matter what happens."

"Thanks," Damian softly replied, somewhat taken aback by the approval. "I just want to help stop the Joker and Quinn and prove that I deserve to be out there on patrol."

"Oh, dear boy, you definitely deserve to be out there as much as any of the others," Alfred reassured him. "I have every confidence that you all will be able to stop the Joker before it's too late."

"I hope you're right," Damian muttered as they stopped outside of Nicholas's room.

"Lunch is served," Alfred announced as he entered the bedroom.

"I'm starving," Dick said as he set his roller down.

Damian frowned as he studied his eldest brother. "You're wearing more paint than the wall."

"Yah, well…there was a minor accident, but we're back on track and making good progress now," he revealed.

"He stepped on the edge of the paint tray," Jason revealed with a chuckle as he grabbed a couple of sandwiches from the platter. "Whole thing flipped up on him."

"Guess I will order some new carpet to be delivered for Master Nicholas's room," Alfred decided as he surveyed the room.

"That would be a very good idea," Jason said with a nod, pointing to the other side of the room with his paint brush. "There's also a big puddle of paint over there too."

"Hey, you don't have to point out all my mistakes," Dick groused, taking a sandwich from Alfred.

Alfred set a couple of glasses of lemonade on a bedside table in the middle of the room. "I think Master Damian and I should go check on the other half of the painting crew."

"I doubt they're doing much better!" Dick called as Alfred and Damian left the bedroom, noticing the look that Jason was giving him. "What?"

"I'm doing just fine," Jason pointed out. "This whole fiasco is all on you, bro."

"Whatever," Dick grumbled under his breath.

Alfred and Damian walked into Kaia's room to find it already half painted in a soft shade of lavender that everyone agreed that Bruce would be able to live with without being reminded of the Joker every time he entered her room. "Miss Kaia's room looks positively lovely," Alfred said as he set his tray down.

"They're doing a lot better than Dick and Jason," Damian determined as he looked about his sister's room.

"What happened to Nicholas's room?" Donna asked as she took the offered glass of lemonade.

"What didn't happen to Nicholas's room," Damian scoffed. "There's more paint on the carpet and Dick than the walls."

"I knew we shouldn't have let Dick and Jason work together," Tim told her.

"We always were the more mature members of the family," Donna reminded him.

"I know, right?" Tim agreed. "That's why we work so well together."

"I also picked you over my husband because he's a complete mess," she revealed. "He may be the most acrobatic in the family and possesses amazing skills when it comes to catching criminals, but when it comes to painting, he's an accident waiting to happen."

"Really?" Tim asked.

"You should've seen our apartment when we painted it right after we got married," she said with a chuckle. "I can laugh about it now, but not back then."

"Well, he's all Jason's problem now," Tim readily decided.

"I give up!" Jason declared as he appeared in the doorway of Kaia's room. "Dick is impossible to paint with."

"What happened?" Damian asked, finding amusement in the fiasco.

"Look at my jeans!" Jason exclaimed, showing the blue paint on his pant leg. "He has no clue what he's doing."

Donna released a reluctant breath as she walked over and handed her paint roller to Jason. "Here, help Tim," she told him. "He's my husband. I should be the one to suffer through his catastrophes."

Jason put a hand on his sister-in-law's shoulder, squeezing it gently. "You're a very brave woman, Don," he solemnly replied. "I don't give you enough credit for what you have to endure being married to Dick."

"I heard that!" Dick yelled from across the hall.

"I swear to Hera if you get paint in my hair you're sleeping in Tim's room," Donna told Dick in no uncertain terms as she left Kaia's room.

"Hey!" Tim cried. "Why do I have to be punished?"

"He's your brother," Jason reminded him.

"He's your brother too," Tim countered.

"Yah, but I don't live here," he pointed out with a chuckle.

"Ah, the mischief that happens under this roof never ceases to amaze me," Alfred uttered with a shake of his head as he exited the room.

Themyscira; September 21st, 21:03 EST

Diana groaned softly as her head rolled to the side in an effort to break free from the dark prison that had been holding her hostage. Her head pounded like Hephaestus's mighty hammer, causing her to tightly squeeze her eyes closed against the pain.

Her whole body ached, making her want to burrow deeper into the soft, warm bed that surrounded her. Something in the back of her brain told her that this wasn't right. She wasn't supposed to be in a bed, shouldn't be feeling the warm, tropical breeze that drifted across her. She was supposed to still be in the Underworld…with Bruce.

"Bruce…" Diana called his name, struggling to open her eyes.

"Hey, sleepy head," Shayera greeted her, causing the side of the bed to dip with her weight as she sat down. "It's about time you woke up."

"What happened?" Diana asked, gazing at her friend through her eyelashes. Her eyelids refused to open any further than they had to as she peered at the Thanagarian.

"What hasn't happened," Shayera said with a roll of her eyes. "You've missed quite a lot."

"Oh no…" she groaned, her eyes falling closed. "Where's Bruce? Is he okay?"

"Bruce is…around…somewhere," Shayera cryptically replied.

"Shay, what's going on?" Diana asked, attempting to sit up only for her arms to give out on her.

"Stop trying to get up," she scolded her with an imposing scowl as she adjusted the covers over her. "Now, lay still and I promise I'll tell you everything."

"Just tell me Bruce is all right," she begged her.

"He's fine, Diana," she reassured her. "He's just very anxious for you to wake up."

"Me?" she questioned her. "He doesn't even remember me or anything about his life."

"No, he doesn't, but he's been asking a lot of questions about you," she revealed. "He's been demanding answers, but no one has told him anything. We all told him that he had to talk to you when you woke up."

"Thank you," Diana murmured, releasing a relieved breath.

"You need to tell him the truth, Di," Shayera encouraged her friend. "He's been very worried about you ever since you collapsed in the Underworld and he doesn't understand why. He's been beside himself trying to figure out what you mean to him. He's been driving us all crazy with questions and scenarios about the two of you, trying to figure out what's going on. He's like a caged animal trying to gnaw its way out of captivity."

"I'll talk to him," she promised. "I just don't want to cause him any more harm."

"I don't think you will," she told her.

"So, what happened in the Underworld?"

"Well, you passed out from your injuries," Shayera informed her. "The poisonous venom from the Hydra got into your blood stream and started wreaking havoc on our body. You were very sick there for a while. Bruce was almost frantic and—"

"Finally!" Hermes cried as he abruptly swept into Diana's bedroom like a hurricane. "You're awake! Your mate won't leave me alone. He's constantly badgering me with questions about his life and especially about you."

"Why aren't you watching him?" Shayera asked with a frown.

"Red and Queen Hippolyta are babysitting him now," Hermes reassured her, turning his attention to Diana. He could see the questions dancing in her blue eyes. "It was all we could do to get him to leave your room for a little while."

"How did we get out of the Underworld and to Themyscira?" the princess asked, still trying to put the pieces together.

"Well, now that's quite a story," Hermes interjected as Shayera opened her mouth to speak. The Greek god moved to the other side of Diana's bed, settling down on it. He laid on his side beside her on her bed, leaning on his elbow as he began his tale. "You looked positively terrible when you went down. Everyone was worried you were going to die. Red and Wings here went all warrior princess on me, threatening to feed me to Cerberus if I didn't get you out of the Underworld.

"Then, your mate joined in the act, threatening me with this metal bat-shaped thing. I shudder to think where that might have ended up. Might I say that he can be very terrifying when he wants to be. I was afraid for my life. They were all ganging up on me except that other fellow."

"Just get to the point already," Shayera said with a huff of annoyance.

"The only one not threatening to maim me is the guy in the dungeons," Hermes grumbled, continuing on undeterred. "Anyway, I had to do something to save my life regardless of what Hera could do to me so I transported all of us directly to Themyscira so they could treat your injuries and save your life. It was a very harrowing experience if I do say so myself. It was like being ganged up on by the Sirens. Now, those are a group of ladies you don't want to get riled up. There was this time once when I thought I'd see if I could seduce one and—"

"Are you finished?" Shayera demanded to know, arms folding against her chest as she glared daggers at him.

"I'm sure I'm forgetting something important," he said with a thoughtful frown as he tapped his bottom lip with his forefinger.

"How are you feeling?" Shayera asked.

"I'm still a little bit shaken up, but don't worry about me. I'll be back to my old self in no time," Hermes replied with a dismissive wave of his hand. "I'm pretty tough. It really takes a lot to rattle me."

"I was talking to Diana," Shayera nearly yelled.

"Oh, yah…how are you feeling, cousin?" Hermes asked.

"Like I've done battle with Hades himself," she responded, groaning as she tried to shift her position in bed.

"You were incredible, cousin," Hermes told her, excitement shimmering in his eyes as he suddenly sat up on her bed. "I've never seen anything like it before. If I'd known that Hera was going to gift you with a powerful ability like that, I would've gotten you to Hades a lot sooner."

"I'm not sure it's a gift that I want to have," she softly confessed, thinking back to what he'd said to her.

"Because it belongs to your father?" Hermes finished her unspoken thought, tension filling the air.

"I don't think she wants to talk about it right now," Shayera pointed out. "Maybe we should let you get some rest."

"I'm afraid that there is someone here who is demanding to see you if you're up to it."

Shayera, Hermes, and Diana all looked to the entrance of her bedroom to find Queen Hippolyta standing in the doorway. Batman could be seen trying to peer into the room over her shoulder, clearly growing more and more agitated with every passing moment.

"It's okay," Diana reassured her, anxious to see him.

"Are you sure you're feeling up to it?" her mother asked, noticeably concerned. "He has many questions that I'm afraid only you can answer for him."

"Yes, it's fine, mother," she replied.

"I'll contact Donna and let her know that you're all right and that we'll be back in a couple more days," Shayera told her as she stood to her feet.

"Thank you, Shay," Diana said, capturing her hand in her own and noticing the bandages that wrapped the entire length of her arm for the first time. "I couldn't have done this without you."

Shayera smiled softly at her, squeezing her hand. "That's what family does for one another."

"Hey, could you bring us something to eat?" Hermes asked, adjusting his position on Diana's bed to lean against the pillows beside Diana. "I'm starving. It's been a long trip."

"Come on," Shayera ground out. "Let's give Bruce and Diana some privacy."

"Okay…okay…" Hermes huffed as he reluctantly got up from the bed. "I'll be back to check on you, cousin. Good luck with tall, dark, and gruesome."

"Thanks, Hermes," Diana replied with a soft smile.

Queen Hippolyta stepped aside, allowing Batman entrance into Diana's bedroom before filing out with the other two. She closed the door behind her, hoping that Diana would be able to help Bruce remember something about their life together…anything that would help him regain his memories. Right now, he seemed to be nothing more than a blank slate with some lingering feelings he didn't understand.

Batman stalked into the room with his usual confident, imposing air despite the fact he had no memory of who he was. Some things about him were just inherent, unable to be erased despite the traumatic loss. He made his way towards her bed, moving to stand at the foot of her four-poster bed. He had been anxious to see her…for her to wake up and to be all right. Now that she was, he found it difficult to speak to her for reasons he couldn't begin to fathom. She unsettled him and he wanted to know why.

"How are you feeling?" Diana ventured, noticing how awkwardly he was standing before her like all the confidence that he had just walked into the room with had suddenly vanished. It was so unlike the man that she had known for what felt like a lifetime and loved nearly just as long.

Bruce grunted softly, pausing to shake his head as he swallowed past the dry knot in his throat that appeared out of nowhere and refused to budge. He turned his head to gaze out the window of her room at the ocean he almost felt as though he could reach out and touch.

"I should be asking you that after everything you went through to get me out of the Underworld," he gruffly replied, not making eye contact with her.

With his cowl off, Diana was struck once again by how truly handsome her husband was. She wanted nothing more than to kiss him senseless, to take him to her bed and make him hers all over again, but they were nowhere near ready for something so intimate or passionate.

The corner of her lips quirked as she studied him, finding his sudden nervous apprehension adorable. "I'm all right," she tried to convince him, grimacing as she attempted to sit up in her bed and failing miserably as her arms gave out on her once more.

Bruce was at her side in an instant, helping her to get comfortable against the pillows piled behind her. "Obviously not," he softly growled, adjusting the covers over her.

"Thank you," she whispered, finding it hard to breathe for more than one reason as he hovered over her.

He quickly retreated, standing at his full imposing height by her bed. He crossed his arms against his chest in that arresting manner that told her she was about to be interrogated by the Word's Greatest Detective. It made her inwardly smile. He was still in there somewhere. They just needed to find the key to unlock his mind.

"I have questions and I've been told that you are the one who has the answers," Bruce bluntly stated as he stared at her.

"How do you know that I'll tell you the truth?" she asked him, intrigued.

"Everyone I talk to tells me that I have to talk to you," he told her, a rough growl of frustration in his voice. "No one will tell me anything—your mother, Artemis, Shayera, Hermes, even Phillipus. The only one who gives me any information is Ra's and I'm not even certain I can trust anything he tells me."

"Bring me my lasso," she told him, nodding over at the golden rope lying on a table. "It's the Lasso of Truth. It will prove to you that what I'm going to say to you is the truth and that you can trust me."

He seemed to consider her request for a moment, ultimately deciding against it. "I don't need it," he firmly stated with a shake of his head, pursing his lips. "I trust you for some reason that I don't understand. I just somehow know that you would never lie to me."

"I won't, Bruce," she promised him. "I never have lied to you and I won't start now."

"Why did you come to the Underworld to rescue me?" he demanded to know in that deep, authoritative voice that she loved. "I must mean something to you for you to risk your life like that."

Diana thought about her answer for a long moment, searching for the right words. She had told Shayera that she was afraid of causing him more harm by telling him too much, but it was far more than that. She greatly feared him fleeing…running away if he found out that he was actually married with children, a superhero in Gotham and a founding member of the Justice League.

It was a lot to take in on a good day, overwhelming to anyone. To not have any memory of that life would be even harder to process let alone begin to accept. Getting Bruce to be willing to give them a chance had been difficult in the beginning in its own right. How would he react if he knew he had a wife…a family waiting for him back home…a life full of demanding responsibilities and a whole city that depended on him to survive the filth that had infiltrated its streets so long ago?

Diana looked down at the sheet covering her, finding sudden interest in it. "What has Ra's al Ghul told you?"

"That I have a son Damian with his daughter Talia," he told her. "He told me that I belong with her and my son in his home. Is that true?"

She shook her head as she hooked a raven curl behind her ear. "It is true that you were once in love with Talia and had a son named Damian, but that was over ten years ago," she replied. "You've moved on since then, only recently learning that you had a son with her. I'm afraid he's been lying to you in an effort to get you to join his illegal organization. He's an ecoterrorist and one of your greatest enemies."

"I had a feeling he was lying, but I didn't know what was to believe until now," he admitted with a bitter note as he found himself moving closer to her bed.

Everything inside of him told him that he needed to analyze everything she was telling him, to investigate and break all the information down. His head kept telling him to trust no one, not even her, but his heart kept telling him something altogether different…telling him that he could trust her…even with his life.

"Why did you risk your life to rescue me from the Underworld?" he demanded to know, his voice losing a measure of the distrust and frustration that it had initially held when he'd first entered her room.

"Because…" she began, her voice cracking as she looked away. She paused to swallow back the thick knot emotions, fighting back the tears that threatened to form. She cleared her throat before trying again. "Because it was my fault that you were there in the first place…my father who took you to the Underworld with him when we banished him back to his realm. You didn't belong there, Bruce. I had to save you from that fate."

He frowned as he tried to process what she was telling him, trying to get all the jumbled pieces to fit together into a picture that made sense to him. "So, we are teammates?" he asked, tentatively moving to sit on the edge of her bed.

"Yes, we are teammates," she confirmed, "and best friends."

He nodded his head in agreement, glancing down at his hands lying in his lap. He couldn't help the fleeting thought that passed through his mind, wondering if these hands had ever touched her…held her or loved her. He quickly dismissed the erotic thought, not wanting to talk himself into something that might not be there.

"There is no one I trust more with my life than you, Bruce," she told him, hesitantly reaching out to take his hand in hers.

He felt an unexpected jolt like an electrical current shoot up his arm with the contact, the warmth of her soft skin against his causing a flutter to erupt inside of him. She was the only one that he'd met so far that had such an overwhelming effect on him like this. It left him with even more questions than he had before.

Bruce lifted his head to gaze into her impossibly blue eyes, losing himself in the cerulean orbs staring back at him with such openness and warmth. "Are we more than friends, Diana?" he asked, holding his breath in anticipation of her answer. He wasn't certain at this point which response he was more afraid of.

Diana stared at him for a long moment, knowing that she couldn't lie to him. If he chose to run away, she would have to let him, praying that he would eventually find his way back to her and their family. "Yes…I'm afraid we are," she confirmed.

The corner of his lips twitched minutely, making her heart lose its rhythm. "Afraid?" he asked. "Am I that difficult to be around?"

"For some, but rarely for me," she replied with a smile that was nearly blinding. "I just don't want you to feel forced into anything, Bruce. I know you don't remember me or your life before the Underworld. I don't want you to feel pressured into returning my feelings or forced to accept your former life. I want you to be able to take your time adjusting and regaining your memories."

"I somehow had a feeling that we shared a connection," he confessed to her.

"What made you think that?"

"I feel this intense draw to you," he found himself confessing, his brow furrowing as he searched for the words that would describe what he felt every time he was near her or looked at her. "I don't feel it with anyone but you. It's like we share this unbreakable bond that I feel deep inside of me…in a place that only you can reach.

"It's…difficult because everything inside of me tells me to stay away from you…to keep my distance and not let you in, but then there's another part of me that wants you near me. Your presence creates a calm center in the middle of this chaos."

A wave of relief washed over her, tears that she'd been railing against brimming brightly in her eyes now. "I thought I'd lost you," she managed to whisper.

"Almost…but I'm afraid you're not rid of me just yet," he lightly teased her. It just felt so easy…so right when he was with her. It was something he didn't understand, but he definitely wanted to discover.

Diana's lilting laughter permeated her bedroom, creating a warmth in his chest that seemed to spread through him. "You have no idea how much I've missed you."

"Why don't you rest for now," he suggested, noticing how exhausted she was getting. "We've both been through a lot lately. We'll have plenty of time to figure everything else out later."

She smiled softly at him, her heart lighter than it had been since he'd been taken away from her. She just wanted to hold him in her arms…to return home with him, to see their children and their family, but she knew it would have to wait at least until tomorrow. Hopefully, she'd be fully healed by then.

Bruce watched as her eyes fell closed, finding that he missed her already. He could scarcely believe that this incredibly beautiful creature would have anything to do with him, but that was a question saved for another time along with all the other questions that continued to bombard his mind.

He reached over, adjusting the covers around her. He gently traced the curve of her face, losing himself in the swell of feelings that erupted in his chest. He couldn't wait to find out more about this amazing woman and just how close they really were to each other.

XXX

"Do you think they're okay in there?" Shayera asked Hippolyta as they stood in the hallway outside of Diana's room.

Queen Hippolyta sighed softly, shaking her head as she considered the question. "I hope so," she replied. "This whole situation has been quite difficult for Diana. I can only imagine how hard it must be for Bruce not being able to remember anything about his life or how we all fit into it."

"I spoke with Donna," Shayera informed her. "She sends her love."

"I'm glad for her sake that Diana and Bruce are back from the Underworld," Hippolyta told her. "She and Diana share a soul. She feels everything that Diana is going through. I had feared that the stress of it could affect the babies."

"I'm sure Dick has been doing his best to keep her occupied so she doesn't think about it," Shayera reassured her.

"How's it going?" Artemis asked as she approached.

"Diana's awake," Shayera informed her. "She and Bruce are talking right now."

"Could you guys keep it down?" Hermes groused in frustration; his ear pressed against Diana's door. "I can't hear what's going on in there with you talking."

"Get away from there!" Shayera snapped at him.

"Hey, I've been through a very traumatic event," Hermes insisted, keeping his voice low. "I deserve to know how Diana and her mate work things out."

"It's their business, not yours," Artemis stated, her hands finding her hips as she took up a threatening stance.

"Oh, come on," Hermes said, throwing his hands up in the air. "You can't tell me you aren't curious too."

"Of course, we are, but Diana will tell us when she's ready to talk about it," Shayera told him.

Two Amazon guards abruptly appeared, racing down the hall towards them with swords drawn. "My queen!" Malia yelled.

"What is it?" Hippolyta demanded to know, her brow furrowing with worry.

"The man…Ra's al Ghul…he's somehow managed to escape the dungeon, my queen," Malia informed her.

A/N: Finally! Bruce knows who he belongs with!

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