Author's Note: Wow, I leave you guys a short chapter and get tons of reviews . . . hmm. . . Just kidding, I promise to upload longer chapters from now on. So, this chapter takes place in Bruce's head which was very hard for me to write since I'm used to writing as girls, but I hope you will enjoy my version of Bruce all the same and if not, please bear with me as I get used to writing as him. So, Syntyche (means common fate btw) is an originalcharacter, but also is a condensed version of the Greek fates. I hope you guys will enjoy her! Ok, enjoy.

I watched as Diana left and felt my heart burst with pain. A voice in my head screamed that what I was doing was wrong, that I couldn't lie about my feelings forever, but, I silenced it. I was Batman first—Gotham was the only love I could afford in my life. Diana would . . . just have to move on.

"You know Bruce; you just aren't good at hiding your emotions." I recognized the voice immediately.

"Syntyche," I sighed, turning around. She was sitting exactly where Diana was sitting. Her blue eyes sparkled as she overlooked the city. Her golden hair was piled up on her head and she was wearing traditional Greek clothes. Syntyche wasn't normal—no, she wasn't even human. Syntyche was a fate. She was the being who determined everyone's fate from birth and whom I had met numerous times when she came to visit Diana. She seemed to like helping me out.

"You don't seem happy to see me Bruce," She muttered, frowning.

Truth was, I wasn't in the mood for one of her famous lectures. While I did appreciate her help, Syntyche had a keen interest on getting me and Diana together.

"It's Batman," I said gruffly.

"Oh yeah, they're could be some villains hiding on this rooftop." She said sarcastically.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, getting annoyed with her. Syntyche walked away from the ledge and over to me.

"Why'd you do that to Diana?" Her eyes were full of disbelief and concern. "You know as much as I that you love the Princess. Why won't you speak to her about it?" She placed a hand on my shoulder which I promptly removed.

"Syntyche, it's none of your business." I started to walk away, but she caught me. Syntyche was a mythical being and was blessed with powers. She was one of the full people who could actually trap me.

"Of course it's my business, I am a fate. The determiner of destiny. The only one who knows—,"

"My fate, I know." I replied, exhausted. "Syntyche, my fate is something I make, not something you control. Diana may believe in your powers, but I don't." Hurt crossed her face. Syntyche's powers did not work on non-believers. I knew I just erased my fate from her mind. I suppose I should've felt a little bad, but the girl had been asking for it. I looked away from her face.

"It's gone," Syntyche murmured sadly. "You really wish for me not to interfere?" I met her eyes and saw tears forming in them. Syntyche sometimes reminded me of a little child that always needed to be taken care of—not some Goddess.

"I believe that our fate is something we make ourselves." Syntyche nodded, trying to hide her pain.

"True, you create your own fate, but in the end, it all leads to the same ending. The ending I have seen many times, Bruce. The one you keep running from!" I didn't flinch which must've just made her madder. "Why are you mortals so infuriating!? Must you all believe that you can do everything yourselves? Well, news flash, you can't!"

"Syntyche—,"

"No, by Hera, it makes me mad!" She began to pace back and forth on the rooftop. "Bruce, I have seen your fate and it lies with Diana! Stop running away from that, you coward!"

Coward? That's something I never thought Batman would be called. I chuckled.

"Syntyche, go back to your little island and tell your fortunes there."

"Fortunes?" Her face was full of shock. "I'll tell you a fortune, Batman!" I felt darkness surround us. "Here's a fortune for you, Bruce! Diana, Princess of Themyscira, will die and there will be nothing you can do to stop it, mortal! That is her fate!" Syntyche's voice faded away as did the dark. The words 'Diana will die' rang in my ear. My heart stopped beating and was I breaking into a cold sweat.

Crud.

What had I just done?

I decided that Gotham would have to wait and I rushed off to the Watchtower. Somehow, in the course of one night, I had managed to break Diana's heart and sentence her to death at the same time.

The words kept pounding in my head, urging me to go faster. If Diana were to die, I would too. There would be nothing left, but the Batman. Bruce Wayne would be gone forever.

Never to return.

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