Title: Enjoy the Silence

Disclaimer: I do not own DC Comics, Donna Troy, Wonder Woman, or Batman. Pity.

"All I ever wanted/All I ever needed/Is here in my arms/Words are very unnecessary/They can only do harm" – Depeche Mode, Enjoy the Silence

Flashback

Looking back at that moment, at the time when she had finally broken down at the loss of her sister, she realized it was that moment that had changed things between them, when she had ceased to be Wonder Woman and had instead simply been herself, been Diana crying in his arms, surrounded by his warmth. It was telling that it was he who she had turned to in order to break down, in order to finally release that surfeit of tears and let herself be comforted. It wasn't a conscious decision, it wasn't because he had been the only person there; it was because he was strong enough to allow her to be weak, because he, unlike so many others, understand what it was like to lose not only someone the world saw as a sidekick, but who you knew to be family, to have the bonds of friendship and fighting, and in her case, sisterhood.

And now, her sister, her true sister in every sense of the word, was gone, destroyed by a Superman robot turned lose on the world. It no longer mattered that she was beloved by the world, with friends galore and families that would mourn her passing. None of that seemed to matter anymore.

Donna was gone.

And so, she sobbed out her heartache and helplessness into that Kevlar covered vest, somewhat surprised that his arms wrapped around her, pulling her in closer rather than pushing her away as she'd almost expected him to do. It seemed more of a Batman type of move. But then, it also seemed to define Batman in that he was there for her, a part of the shadows, but willing to put aside whatever memories he was facing today and just hold her, allow the tears to come and the sadness to fade with the flowing of tears

It had been that day, that moment, she mused now, when things had truly begun to change. Before they had always had somewhat of a rivalry in a way, a stubbornness that permeated both of them and a need to compete and win. That was why they had started to train together years before – neither would allow the other any mercy and both of them learned from the other, from not only the movements, but the control of his movements and the passion of hers. And they had incorporated those parts of each other in themselves.

Now they were incorporating their mutual memories of loss into togetherness, into the need to be there for another other and just let the sorrows go. With anyone else, Diana would have felt the need to talk, to remember Donna as she had been, or convince them that she was strong, she was fine, she would, in time, get over the death of her sister.

With him, she didn't need to say those words. She just needed to cry.

He hadn't stayed that night. He hadn't tried to kiss her or do anything that suggested more than friendship. And yet, it had been one of the most intimate moments that Diana could remember, standing there in the darkness, his cape wrapped around her as the wind whipped around them and the scent of flowers lay heavy in the air.

It was to him that she had turned that night and it was to him that she had turned ever since.

He had left with barely a word that night, no more than a whispered, "Diana," that lay on the wind so that she could hear it as he left, swinging through the air. His warmth was gathered around her and she could still feel the cape billowing around her almost like a caress on the skin, even if it was no more than a memory.

She stood there for a few moments, watching as his figure grew smaller and smaller as he faded into the shadows of the night, as he left her side to go to the aid of so many others, as he used his memories in order to fight, in order to protect. It was one of the things that she admired about him, that he could use his demons to combat evils, even if he couldn't quite bring himself to actually face them. And knowing his history, Diana wasn't exactly sure that she could blame him for having trouble dealing with the past. She wasn't entirely certain how she would deal with this crisis, with this loss, in her own life.

After he left, she had taken a few minutes to strip him from her thoughts, even if the lingering warmth still lay on her skin. Instead, she sat on one of the benches dotting the courtyard, back straight as she watched the night skyline, as she asked her gods to remember her sister and grant her a place of honor and glory in the Elysian Fields.

And she took a minute to think back to the services earlier that day to honor Donna – the words of comfort, the softly shed tears of so many, and the promises made by friends and family. Everyone had been so supportive, at least for the most part. But she refused to dwell on the negative of that day, on the harsh words of Terry's ex-wife. She wasn't sure that she could handle those words in her present state and, cowardice it might have been, she decided instead to sit and gaze at the stars, to see them sparkle and shine and think about Donna.

And if that night had changed things between her and Batman, between Bruce and Diana, the following days truly showed her the chasm between their old relationship and what was developing in their new one…

To be continued…

Please review!

To Reviewer Mystic Weaver – Awww, thank you! I hope that I still haven't done wrong in your eyes. I don't mind writing this angst because I know that things will get better in the future, that a happy ending of sorts awaits. And I can't wait to get to it! Glad you like seeing this time in their lives and there's more to come! (Maybe even his POV on the situation)

To Reviewer SSJ04 Mewtwo – In answer to your question about how many chapters this story will be, honestly, I have no idea. I'm just winging it. No plot, no nothing. I may eventually sit down and figure it out, but for now, let's say 8, a nice good number. It never occurred to me that it's both fluff and angst at the same time. An odd combination – hopefully I can keep it up!

To Reviewer T – I'm trying to update soon, but too many things are going on in my life! And I've learned by now that if I update over a weekend, no one ever reviews. Breaks my little heart. I'm glad you liked it and I really appreciate the compliments. Hopefully, I can continue to deserve them in your eyes!

To Reviewer Lauren – Thanks! It is a really interesting subject. As soon as I saw it, I thought to myself, I have to write that! It will definitely bring more BMWW in the future chapters. Provided anyone wants one! So, yes, if people like it and review, there will definitely be a relationship between these two!

To Reviewer the traitor – Thanks! Glad you loved it. And I don't mind broken records when they're good! smiles I promise to continue! As for the typos, can you tell me what you thought were typos? I went back over and I can't seem to find any, so maybe we're looking at things in a different way. If there are mistakes, I want them changed!