Author's Note: Hey, guys! I just wanted to clear some things up. First of all, I'm basing Terry on the round-robin idea of having him be the son of Diana and Bruce. Second of all, I am carrying this project out into a series with more chapters to come. Alright! Read ahead!

The Return

It had been one of the roughest nights in Bruce's life that he had to go through. It had been years since he had slept without Diana in the Master Bedroom. Without her, the whole home felt empty and dead.

He opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling for a moment. Its blankness was the exact opposite of what state of mind he was in. Its solidness and blankness made him envious.

"Why did this have to happen?," he sighed. Everything was so out of place and he didn't even have a way to fix things.

Bruce groaned as he slid off of the bed, for his ribs still ached from "the incident". He threw on a robe and made his way to the kitchen.

He sat on a stool beside the counter and was met by Alfred's disappointed eyes. Bruce was praying for silence from the man, but his pleas were ignored.

"How could you do such a horrendous act? Her Highness must be so heartbroken.. I am so disappointed in you, Master Bruce."

Bruce didn't reply, only staring down at the counter. He felt horrible about what he did, that was certain, but he didn't think that Diana had to react so harshly.

"It would be wise to tell Masters Dick, Terry and Tim about the situation," Alfred advised. Bruce nodded and stood up from the chair. Without saying a word, he left Alfred in search of his sons.

Dick had agreed to stay in the Manor for an extra week because Tim and Terry wanted him to stay very badly. He was only seventeen years old, for God's sake. Bruce was glad about him staying, but his mind was so jumbled up that he didn't really pay much attention to him, which he should have.

He found them playing Rock Band in the Media Room, but they paused the game as soon as they noticed their father's presence.

"What's up, Dad?," Tim greeted. Bruce walked over to the couch and sat next to his sons.

"Your mother is leaving us."

All of the boys' eyes widened in shock, since they were caught completely off guard.

"Wait, what? Why?," Dick blurted out. He was genuinely concerned for his surrogate mother, even though she wasn't in his life until he was twelve years old.

"Last night, I kissed Selina and Diana caught me in the act.. She beat the Hell out of the both of us and just flew away before I could ask her where she was going. I think that she's going to ask for a divorce," Bruce sighed.

"You really screwed up, Dad.. I bet you really hurt Mom," Terry sighed. Bruce nodded and rubbed his forehead.

"How could you do something like that? She's Mom!," Tim scolded.

"I don't know, boys.. I feel horrible about the whole thing."

Diana woke up to the feeling of being cold. Her eyes slowly opened as she sat up. Once her eyes fully parted, she realized that she slept in the snow covered field. She stood up and made sure that she hadn't dropped anything. Deep inside, she wished that the snow had taken her wedding ring during the night, but she found it sparkling on her finger.

"May the Gods give me strength."

She came to the conclusion that she had to face the reality of the situation and head back to the Manor one last time to move her stuff to the Watchtower. She sprung up her body and began to fly towards the Manor. It would be a tough day for sure.

Diana landed right onto the front entrance and rang the doorbell. She could hear feet clamoring that gradually grew louder. "I can do this.."

The door swung open wide and Diana was suddenly embraced by her three sons.

"Mom! Are you okay?", "Mom, Dad's such a jerk!" and "I missed you a lot, Momma!", were a few of the statements said by the boys. She wiped her tears and gave them each a kiss.

"I've missed you all very much. Did you three manage the night without me?"

"We were fine, but Dad didn't do so well..," Tim whispered so that his father couldn't hear.

"Oh, really?"

Dick nodded and held Diana's hand, "Yeah.. He looked really sad."

Diana looked at her sons and hugged them all tighter. "No matter what happens, I will always love you boys and I will always be your mother." She looked up and saw Bruce standing there.

"Welcome back, Diana."

She looked away from him and shifted her gaze to the floor.

"Actually.. I'm moving out."

Everyone's jaws dropped in reaction to the statement, as if Diana said that she was from Pluto.

"You can't just leave us, Ma!," Terry shouted. Diana breathed in deeply and touched his cheek. "Things just aren't working out with your father and I, honey. I'll visit regularly, though. Who would I be without my little warriors?," she tried to explain.

The boys frowned and hugged Diana tighter.

"Give me another chance, Diana. It was just a huge mistake. Please, Princess.." Bruce pleaded.

Diana's eyes narrowed and she scowled directly at him. "First of all, I told you to never call me that ever again. And second, why should I give you another chance? Do you think you deserve one? Rewarding the enemy is not how it works, Bruce."

Bruce tensed up and he took a step forward. "So, now I'm the enemy? You're seriously throwing everything away because of one little thing, Diana."

"Yes! We were already on shaky grounds and then you cheated on me! You're acting like nothing wrong happened. One day, Aphrodite will give me her reasons for why I had to marry such a huge bastard."

Tim tugged on Diana's hand until she looked at him. "What is it, honey?" Tim frowned, "You shouldn't say that word, Mommy. It's not a good thing to say."

She smiled weakly and kissed his cheek. "I'm sorry about that, Honey." Bruce cleared his throat and glared at Tim.

"Are you regretting this marriage?"

"I'm regretting that you have to be so insensitive!"

"Do you honestly want a divorce?"

"I don't know, Bruce. You ripped my heart out when I saw you with.. her. Oh Hera, with her!," Diana paused as she wiped a tear from her eye, "I just can't do this anymore. You haven't been the best husband to begin with and that was the last straw. I'm moving to the Watchtower."

"Diana, please don't leave us.. I'm extremely guilty and sorry for my actions. We need you! I need you," Bruce begged. The boys nodded and squeezed her. Their puppy dog eyes attacked her conscience with cuteness, almost making it unbearable.

She bit her lip and looked at her sons. "Save your words, Bruce. You've already ruined this marriage. I will stay for the boys and the boys only." They grinned and began to chatter with excitement. Diana couldn't help but notice the small pang of pain in Bruce's eyes. It was as if he needed her. "All lies..," she thought.

"Momma! You have to play Rock Band with us! It's been a week since the last time you did!," Tim begged as he jerked her arm to come with him.

"Alright, alright!," she gave in. The four of them ran to the Media Room, leaving Bruce by himself. He could hear their laughs and how glad they were to have Diana back. He could hear Alfred's joyful reaction to her presence, making him feel all the more worse. Hearing Diana's sad chuckle sent shivers down his spine.

"What have I done ?"