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Bruce walked off with Terry and I was left with Dana. The poor girl seemed like she had taken too much already and now with a threat on her head from the Joker—I prayed that Hera would bring her some relief. Or at least, offer her some comfort. She had Terry—a young man who I could tell loved Dana dearly. Aphrodite had smiled on both of them and I was happy.

But, why couldn't she smile on me? Must I always be a warrior and a princess before an actual woman? Could I—didn't I deserve something for fighting for so long and always sacrificing things for others? Couldn't Bruce and I—

I turned the thought away and instantly begged the Goddesses for forgiveness. What was meant to happen would happen. . . I hoped.

"Wonder Woman?" Dana's shaky voice brought me back to reality. She had wrapped her arms around her and rocked herself gently backed and forth.

"It's Diana," I told her gently, a smile gracing my face.

"Diana," She repeated. "I read all about you in the holo-books. "

"Holo-books?" I asked. Dana laughed at my confused expression.

"Your equivalent would be a text book." I felt my eyes widen.

"I'm in a textbook?" Dana chuckled again.

"Yes—at least—what's known about you is." She got up. "I never imagined I'd meet you—or Mr. Wayne when he was younger." She met my gaze. "To tell you the truth, it's all very disorienting." I nodded in agreement.

"Yes, I can see your point." Dana got up and went over to a mirror in the hallway. I followed after, partly because I didn't want to leave the girl alone and partly because I had no idea where to go. I had never been to Wayne Manor—well, except for the time where we were all undercover, but that was a long time ago.

"So, you're in the Justice League?" Dana asked, putting her black hair up into a ponytail.

"Yes," I answered, watching as she just put the hair band close to her hair, pressed a button, and then her hair was done perfectly. "How'd you—?" Dana grinned.

"One of the modern things we have here." Dana then walked over to where she had been sitting and pulled out her make-up bag. "You know Terry's in the Justice League."

"Really?" I asked, but I was actually more interested in what her make-up bag was going to do.

"Yep," Dana replied. "Though he prefers to work alone most of the time."

"Just like Bruce." I muttered.

"Yep," Dana answered again, grabbing her brush and putting her make-up back on.

"So, you know about Terry's secret?" I asked, curiously. "Did he tell you?" Dana chuckled darkly.

"No,"

"But, then how'd you—?"

"Mr. Wayne told me." Bruce told her? Bruce never reveals secrets. That didn't make any sense. Why would he tell Dana? Dana saw my shocked expression.

"Six months ago, Terry got in some trouble. His body was under someone else's control." She thought about this and I could tell she didn't like remembering this. "Mr. Wayne told me so I could go save Terry. End of story." She finished her make-up.

"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to bring up painful memories." I apologized.

"No," Dana replied. "It's good that I can think about this and know that I moved on."

"Do you still worry?"

"Constantly." Dana answered with a grin. "But, Terry's a big boy. He can handle himself."

"You trust him." I surmised.

"With my life." Dana answered, finishing her make-up. "Well?" She looked radiant. I smiled. The Goddesses had smiled on this child.

"Radiant."
"Thanks." She replied. "Now, do you want a tour?" I looked to where Bruce and Terry went.

"Oh," She mumbled, looking over there. "You don't want to go in there."

"Why not?" I asked, perplexed.

"Those two can't stand each other. They'll be yelling at each other in about five minutes."

"Really?"

"Yes." Dana walked over towards the long hallway and I followed her. "Sometimes, I think those two are related." I couldn't help, but laugh. Bruce having children—that was ridiculous!

"I'm sorry," I said in-between laughs. "It's just so ridiculous."

"I know." Dana opened the door to outside. "Would you like a tour of the gardens?"

"Gardens?"

"Yes," Dana replied. "I started them about 6 months ago and I tend to them every day after school."

"I'd love too."

"Cool!" She exclaimed and we both walked outside.

And for a second—one brief second—I wished I was her. She had the boy and she supported him. He didn't run away from her, like Bruce did to me. He loved her and she loved him.

I turned the thought away and begged for forgiveness again.

I had to stop thinking of Bruce. He had made his feelings quite clear.

I just had to stop.

Just stop.

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