The earth crumbles underneath her feet and she's swallowed by the void. Her internal screech could rival that of a banshee if she'd unleash it. Diana doesn't. She puts a grim face on and grits her teeth against the pain. She won't be humiliated. She refuses to be humiliated. It's a wondrous thing, really, how it can all fall apart in a matter of seconds. Diana's knees go weak and her weight is suddenly too much. "I don't care either way, Bruce," she lies through her teeth. "We should have done this a long time ago anyway." At the very least she's a better liar today than she was the day before. A joy, that.

Diana hates that word, 'we'. There is no 'we' and there hasn't been a 'we' for some time now. There is Wonder Woman and there is Batman. There is the Justice Lords. There is Bruce Wayne and there is Diana Prince. But there is no 'we'. The vile taste in her mouth makes her want to spit, but she's too much of a lady for such coarse actions. Instead, her fists unconsciously prepare for battle.

It is rather unfortunate - but somewhat fair in an ironical manner – that their problems can't be solved with violence. Diana could simply rush Bruce's head to the wall, or she could snap his neck. If particularly infuriated, she supposes she could throw him in a world of pain. But nothing really can compare to what she's feeling now. No amount of physical pain could possibly make up for the hell he's inflicting upon her. Diana won't give him the satisfaction of knowing that though. It is best to seem unmoved.

Bruce nods his head in deference to her reaction. "We are mature people. I am glad we can understand one another."

Angrily, Diana thinks that if the word 'we' is uttered one more time she will snap. "Yes, well, I'd best be going," she excuses herself and starts to get up. "There are still some things I need to get done."

What she wants is to lose herself in a fight. But she can't. Their villains have been captured and are no longer a threat. And as wants and needs often differ, she needs to see how the situation got to this point. Perhaps it is that they don't communicate anymore. Maybe it has to do with the fact that Diana barely knows Bruce anymore, and he her. They are two perfect strangers, so changed by circumstances that the relationship they have cannot exist in their current state. Because it is circumstances that are to be blamed in this. What else could possible serve as an acceptable explanation for their decline?

A well-known, ominous presence materializes behind her, and Diana springs to a defence position, her body turning in the blink on an eyes. "You again? Have you not tormented me with your presence enough?" She can only take so much.

"My dear daughter, when will you ever learn?" Hades chuckles at her grimace. "I see you are more affected then you let on." He doesn't show her pity. He knows she deserves this punishment.

Denying it does nothing to help her cause. Diana glared at her parent. "I will repeat this once more, for you seem not to understand me. What I do is none of your concern. Feel free to forget you even have me for a daughter." In fact, she would be happy for him to do so. She's had enough of conceited males for one day. More to the point, she can barely stand to look upon a man at the moment. All she sees is an outlet for her rage. Her eyes burn.

"If you truly wish to put an end to your pain, become stone," Hades advises.