Forgive and forget, they say. Diana scoffs at the advice. It's utterly useless. As if she could simply close her eyes and will her troubles away. It a nice thought. But very unfeasible. Instead, she holds onto her pain and rage. That she's good at. So it comes as unexpected when Bruce calls her down to the Batcave, the Wayne Manor. Damn the man! He knows her best; better than anyone save herself. Dark blue eyes narrow in a heated glare as she's transported to her destination. "What is so important, Batman, that it couldn't be shared through our communicators?" She really, really wants to do him harm right now.

The sight that greets her steals her breath away. On the large screen of Batman's computer a fight is taking place between a man that looks suspiciously like Luthor and other that look like them but aren't. And then comes the biggest shock. A flash of red zaps across the screen. "Wally," she whispers, not believing her eyes. "Is that Wally?" The Diana she's buried long ago stirs from her dark corner.

Guilt, hidden so well behind the artificial smiles she sometimes pastes on her face, eats away at her. It's like that day with the scissors and Bruce's warm, strong arms around her. However the illusion doesn't last. In a mere moment she's brought back to reality. Those heroes, if one can call them that, need help. Apparently they are all in agreement on that point. Superman calls them to their duty.

As the Martian steps trough the portal, Diana and Bruce get a moment of solitude. She can't keep her worries to herself. "If they refuse our help? If they try to fight us?" Danger lurks around the corner. These will be worthy opponents if they so choose to go up against the Lords. "Have you a plan?"

"Always," Batman replies, a smirk taunting her. "You did not think I would leave thus up to fate." He is ice cold, veneer in place. Once upon a time, he would have shared his thought with her. They'd been close; not anymore. Out of habit, he makes to place his hand on her shoulder. When noticing the gesture, he pulls away. "You'd best go." And with that their discussion is over and done. Diana goes.

Taking advantage of a momentary lapse in Batman's attention, she looks at the screen depicting their captives. Inwardly she breathes out in relief. They are all alive. Why she should take comfort in the thought, Diana doesn't rightly know. Nevertheless that is what she is feeling and what she hides away.

"What are you thinking?" her winged teammate asked. Mace held high, she teems with delight. Shayera does love a good fight. Wonder Woman herself likes a challenge. It is beneficial for her; a stress reliever.

"Nothing much," Diana automatically responds. "I am just wondering if they will face us when they recover." Her body locks at the thought, and not entirely out of dismay. She lives for the fight.

"I hope they do," voices the other female. "It would make for an interesting fight. Don't you agree?"

Offering an answer would be unnecessary as Shayera moves on. Diana smirks, a slight twist of the lips. She curls her hands into fists and runs after the Thanagarian. This new world is theirs for the taking. Diana finally allows her wounds a reprieve, invisible lacerations that she no longer pulls the thread of. They won't heal completely but then again she doesn't expect them to. The Amazon likes her fury. It gives her strength she didn't know she was capable of wielding. Indeed, in this her most trusted ally is wrath. Diana forces her mind away from Bruce and anything that might distract her. A warrior can make no mistakes. An error can prove fatal and it's the undoing of most enemies. Diana will not fail.