*Hello, dear readers.

I want to thank you for your feedback on chapter 12 and your continuous support on my BMWW fanfics. They mean a lot, trust me. There are a couple of things I'd like to say to you but I'd rather write them by the end of this little, the last, chapter. I hope you enjoy and, as always, thanks for reading.

PS.: I know the family tree might be a bit complicated but I had it all settled in my head and anyway, you don't have to bother too much with it. :P *

CHAPTER THIRTEEN-FIN

The old lady marched proudly over the freshly cut grass of the enormous house's garden. The place she wanted to visit was on purpose located on the further corner of their property. Her dark grey hair was decorated with several streaks of white color and was all gathered back, in an elegant bun by the base of her head. She sat on the stone bench and straightened her black skirt and her white lacy button-down shirt. She took a look at her somewhat wrinkled hands and the two rings that decorated her right index and smiled.

"Hello, Bruce." She said and stared blankly at the marble tombstone a couple of meters in front of the bench. "I'm sorry for not coming sooner, it was such a hectic month. The UN had me settle a dispute in the Middle East. You can't believe the power a good name has; I got it settled!" She smiled a little. "Don't know what kind of useless diplomats they had, to need a ninety-three-year-old lady to work it out, though."

She sighed a bit, taking a look at the flowers paving the grave. "Albert has done a marvelous work with your flowers, I see. He is a natural when it comes to keeping a household, much like his uncle. We were just so lucky to have him come after Alfred's passing. When was that, really? Twenty? Twenty five years ago? My, I'm slowly starting to lose count of the years…" She giggled sadly, fiddling with her pearl necklace. "On other news, now, Iphigenia is considering retirement. Now that she's a grandma, she thinks of staying at home with Iphigenia Junior as, you see, Bruce and Aurora need to work. She's still giving it some thought, though, because she really likes being a League-Police liaison. She has been doing this for a good three decades now, I think. Thomas, on the other hand, is as active as always. The Enterprise is going perfect and they're considering several expansions to the company's branches. Don't ask me what expansions, you know I never, ever got busy with that business stuff. The Wayne Museum is coming up nicely, too. The official opening will be in just some months' time. Wish you'd be there; your room is one of the best –I took personal care of that."

She took a deep breath and paused for some moments. "Oh, my, I forgot to mention the most important thing! Remember when I told you some months ago that Diana was pregnant and that Thomas would finally be a grandpa too? Well, we now know that the fetus is a boy and its name will be Thomas as well. Not much of originality in the names in this family! Our Cassie is going to be the godmother!" She grinned to herself.

"You know, Diana's coming to stay with us till she gives birth. She is on League leave till then and enjoying some deserved vacations. I am happy to have her with me, even for just some months. With her being a superheroine, I hardly ever get to see her anymore."

"I remember how you didn't want her to be a Leaguer. Saying it's too dangerous and then blaming my mother and the summers at Themyscira again. Well, your daughter went there too and didn't become a heroine! Just a…behavioral analysis unit chief in the Secret Agency. Nothing much!" She giggled again. "Maybe it's in the name. Maybe our Dianas are meant to save the planet, who knows."

Another minute of silence passed. Though Diana's look was focused on the grave, her mind was drifting in memories of long ago; an evening in their cottage in Greece, their honeymoon, the day they met their first grandson, a night in a bar in Gotham too many years ago…

"Oh, Bruce…" She spoke lowly. "I miss you. The kids miss you. The grandchildren miss you. We all miss you so horribly much. I try not to show it, but they know. Especially Thomas and Iphigenia; they can see it. I'm not the same without you. I try to be strong and active and helpful as much as possible –believe me, I do. But sometimes it's just too much for me to go to bed without you by my side and wake up not having to remind you to take your blood pressure pill."

"It sounds so hideous!" She said, huffing. "Your pills. Your doctor visits. Your check-ups. Look at what age did to us; us who were the epitome of human health back in the day! Who had saved this planet more times than I can remember! Look at how we're now. Depending on some blue and white tablets…"

"But we aged gracefully, didn't we, Bruce? You were so handsome, even in your last days. Your hair was white, sure, but still dense and shiny. Your posture was amazing for a man your age and though wrinkles certainly didn't go easy on you, your eyes were always so clear and piercing. How I miss them, how I miss staring into them!" Her own eyes got watery. "I'm never going to see them again…" She mumbled and tried to hold back the tears.

"Why haven't you come in my dreams recently?" She asked a minute later. "It's been months since I last saw you. I know it's just my subconscious but it's the only time when I feel like you're with me again. I can project you in my mind all I want, but it's not the same. And, Bruce, I'm afraid. No, not just afraid; terrified, that one day, my memories will be so faded that I won't even be able to remember your face! And what will I do then? Photographs are not the same. They work but it's not like having you pop up in my head easily, without having to look at anything."

"You know, I stumbled upon Alfred's personal album the other day and I have been browsing it almost every day. That man has so many of our moments in there! Iphigenia wants to make a copy of it to show her grandchildren. I agreed, of course. They should know of their wonderful grand-grandfather. I will live to tell them about you; I know I will. But what kind of life will that be without you? I don't know."

"It's been almost two years. Almost two years since you left us, you left me." Two bitter tears rolled down her cheeks. "I remember that day like it was yesterday…" Her mind travelled back.

"You woke up suspiciously cheerful that day. Cheerful enough to worry us all; you weren't your usual self, because you knew. You knew that you were going to pass away. I don't know how you did it, but you knew. And you didn't tell me! You knew I was going to believe you and I suppose you didn't want to see me sad, right? So much like you."

"We had a walk around the garden that afternoon. It'd been a long time since we last had one, but it was a good walk, almost felt like we were young again! We came home and you were lucky enough that everyone was there and we took our dinner all together. At least you got to see them one last time, as they did too." More tears ran from her eyes to her chin, yet her voice was stable. "At night, you hugged me and caressed my hair and kissed me and just before we went to sleep, you told me you loved me. And then you never woke up again…" She burst into tears, holding her face in her hands.

She knew thinking about it always brought tears to her eyes, but sometimes, it was the only thing she could think of, no matter how hard she tried to occupy her mind with anything else.

"I'm so lonely, Bruce!" She cried. "So lonely, in a house full of people, of my people! All because you're not here. And I love them all so much, I really do! If I didn't love them, I wouldn't have lingered around here this long, I would have joined you a long time ago." She hastily wiped her eyes. "But they need me and I need them, and I can't take myself away from our family just yet. I know that my life is not close to ending, I can feel it. So, please, my love, wait for me. Wait for me, and one day, I will be with you again. Just hang on a little longer…"

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Cassandra Kent looked at the tombstones sadly. Connor and Dione placed a bouquet of roses in each of the graves and went to stand back with their mother and brother, Alexander. Cassandra turned to look at her triplets. "My grandparents were amazing people…" She said.

"Grand-granny Diana certainly was admirable." Dione said. "Too bad she had to go."

"Well, it's not like she didn't have her share of life." Alexander said, his dark eyes scanning the graves. "She almost reached a hundred and twenty."

"We'll almost go that far too." Connor mumbled. "I mean, there's Amazon blood in all of us, right?"

"Right, baby." Cassandra said, although none of her children were babies; they were nearing their mid-twenties. "And the genes of this family are strong. For example, you, Alexander, are so much like my grandpa."

"Bruce?"

"Yes."

"Well, mom, you always said he looks like Great-uncle Thomas." Dione said.

"And Great-uncle Thomas, if I correctly recall you saying," Connor continued, "looked very much like Grand-granfather Bruce."

"Right." Cassandra said, nodding. "All but Diana's eyes. You, Alex, like me, have your grandma Iphigenia's eyes, which are Bruce's."

"Ugh, enough with the family trees, I'm confused already." Alexander said, shaking his hand. "Let's head back."

As they were crossing the Manor's garden, Dione tugged at her mother's sleeve. "Mother…"

"Yes?"

"Grand-grandma Diana didn't seem too sad to die…"

"Why would she be? She had lived a full life, left behind wonderful people and, well, she was going to her husband."

"She really did love him much, uh?"

"I really can't describe how much my grandparents loved each other. Such a love I wish for all of you to find. Do you know what her final words were?"

"No, I wasn't there, I'm afraid."

"Before she closed her eyes for the last time, she gave us all her blessing and laid back, grinned lightly and mumbled 'I'm coming…'"

*Certainly a full life and a nice family they got! This is it, then! The end of this series of short stories. I really hope you liked them and on my part, I'd like to thank you from my heart for following and reading this story to its end. I've found wonderful readers in the BMWW 'community' and I thank you all for your support. I want you to know that these two fanfics ( A Chase/Life of Wonder) are very special to me and I'd like to think that I'll certainly be back at the BMWW pairing with fresh ideas! Who knows, maybe I'll even do a second series of stupid stories like these. No matter what, I'd very much like to see all of you in other BMWW works that might follow in the future, as for now, I'll be writing on some other pairs.

Let me just leave this here too: Just because I love BMWW this much, I'd be happy to take small requests for bdays and stuff for one-shots. (I received one some time ago for another pairing I write on and I found it nice.) My PM box is always open.

So… This is goodbye here, then. I've had a wonderful time, thank you all!*