The silence lingers between them a moment longer. Bruce touches his thumb to her cheek. "We were wrong," he says, mournful eyes on her face. The Justice Lords have disbanded in the wake of her defeat. John and Shayera have left; they needed time away. J'onn too has disappeared, claiming that he would contact them at one time or another. Superman is the only one of them who doesn't accept the defeat for what it is. Thus he can't be let out. The Man of Steel is incarcerated and Diana doesn't visit him. She can't bring herself to. Bruce goes to see him sometimes. Suffice to say that Superman is not at all pleased with Batman. The threats are a constant stream coming his way from their former teammate.

Diana lifts her hand weakly, catching his with hers. Her grip is not tight. "Our mistakes," she breathes out, "we have to learn from them. That's the only thing we can do. Live and learn." Her head settles back on the pillow. She eyes the moonbeams that cut through the darkness. "It is strange." Her powers have not returned and they don't really know if they ever will.

Bruce shift. His lips graze her forehead. "We'll get through this together," he promises. The former superheroes have decided to put their costumes away. Not forever. Just for some time. Meanwhile others have taken their place. The regime falling brought out both villains and vigilantes. The world is as it's always been. The chaos never stops, it never slows. It goes on and on.

Agreeing, Diana rubs her flat stomach. The world falls apart and comes back together. It is all very odd. Diana doesn't try to understand it. "Do you think it will be a boy?" She's pregnant again by some sort miracle. This time, Diana is mindful of every little thing. "I want a boy with your eyes."

"I was actually hoping it will be a girl," Bruce whispers in her ear. His hand glides over hers. "A pretty, little girl with your smile." He breathes deeply, filling his lungs with air. "Would you like that?"

A sweet, rolling laughter emerges from Diana's parted lips. She'll love her child no matter the gender. Bruce brushes his fingers through her hair. It's still sort. Diana thinks she'll let it grow back out. She rather likes her hair long. It is time for a change anyway. "I'm just hoping for a healthy baby. Nothing more." Whatever the gods decide to give her, Diana will shoulder it and Bruce will be by her side.

For a wound to really heal, first it must sting. The hurt is part of the healing process. They have to accept the pain, process it, work their way through it. Diana repeats that into her mind. She doesn't allow herself to forget, because recovery is not an easy thing. And some scars linger long after the healing is done. She has many of those. They are mark of all the lessons she's learned.

Phantom pain bothers her at times. Diana lives with that. She lives with her mistakes and tries to make it all better. "I never though we would reach this point.' Bruce murmurs in agreement. "Unexpected as this is, I don't regret it." Loosing her powers in a blessing in disguise. It helps her see so many things she overlooked before. Her life won't ever be the same. And that's a good thing. The best thing, really.

"Neither do I," Bruce reflects out loud. The truth often hurts, it's not a pretty thing. But that is their reality. They've been running from it for enough time now. Facing what they've done and taking responsibility is the hardest thing. But Diana and Bruce have one another. And that's enough.

"The truth will set you free," Diana articulates to no one in particular.