Chapter 5: Telling Tom and Bruce the Truth

"So, it seems Carlos has feelings for you, Princess," Tom stated.

"Tom, Bruce, it isn't like that," Diana looked sadly at Carlos. "Carlos, he, he's actually my three year old son." A few tears rolled down Diana's face.

Tom blinked. "He looks fourteen," he stated. Bruce rubbed Diana's back comfortingly.

"Glamor spell, please, don't tell, I can't risk losing him, or having him sent back to the Isle," she explained, trembling in fear. "I can't lose my baby boy. Not again."

Tom reached out and tenderly wiped away Diana's tears. "Once we graduate, I'll help you get an apartment wherever you want," he stated. "I'll do everything I can to help you keep your family whole, Diana."

"While Blondie's working on that, you can stay in Wayne Manor, or Waynemoor Castle," Bruce jumped in.

Diana smiled despite her tears. "Tom, Bruce, both of you are amazing," she murmured, before nodding her thanks. "And I think Waynemoor Castle will be the best fit for all of us."

"Wait, there's only three members of your family…" Tom stated.

Diana grinned sheepishly. "Once I graduate, I'm applying for custody of all of my siblings—Evie, Mal, Hadie,—well, except for Jason," Diana admitted. "Plus my three kids so…" she trailed off. "And once Uma and Maxine come over…"

"Three?" Bruce asked.

"My oldest, Maera, is still on the Isle," Diana revealed sadly.

Tom gently squeezed Diana's hand. Diana blushed slightly. He kissed her cheek lightly before kissing Reya's forehead.

"Why does Reya wear a hat all the time?" He asked.

"To protect her," Diana replied. "She has her grandmother's blonde hair. On the isle, her hair is a death sentence as is the fact that she is my daughter."

Having met Hippolyta, when he was given the mission to retrieve Diana, Tom nodded knowingly, before he squeezed Diana's hand tenderly. Diana smiled softly at him in response. Bruce glared at Tom again.

After dinner, Tom and Bruce walked Diana and Reya back to the room they shared with Donna. "Um, Diana, I was wondering if, well, I'm on the tourney team, and I was wondering if you'd wear my extra jersey at the game on Saturday?" Tom asked nervously.

He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "It's just, I want the rest of the school to know I have someone special, and that you're my girl, my sweet," he explained.

"She's not yours, yet, Tresser," Bruce hissed.

Diana sighed loudly. Placing her hands on her hips, she murmured, "Boys."

Both boys impishly grinned.

Diana blushed. "See you in class, boys," she entered the room. She settled Reya in her crib and finished up the last bit of homework she had left over from her study session with Tom and Bruce.

She took a while to fall asleep that night—Tom Tresser and Bruce Wayne were now both competing for her affections. Who was she going to choose?

She lay in bed, adjusting her two hidden knives. The rest of her immediate family and Jay all knew she always had one strapped to her upper left arm and one strapped to her right thigh. Most of the rest of the isle knew of the knife on her thigh as well as her jacket collection of knives.

In her jacket, the liner had several pockets to hide several more knives. About half of her knives were poison knives as well. Right now, her poison knives were empty.

Of course, now Tom and Bruce both knew about her knife on her left arm. Whether or not that was a good thing still remained to be seen.