For the Man Who Has Everything
She crawls back toward the main area of the fortress, the sounds of Clark and Mongol's brawl ringing loudly in her ears. Her body trembles from exhaustion and pain. Looking through the hole in the wall, Diana gasps. "Bruce…"
She forces herself to her feet. Bruce kneels several feet away, his back to her, but she can see the tentacles circling around from his front.
"Hera, no…" she breathes.
She grasps the creature, using what little strength she has left trying to pull it off of him. She has to free him. She has to. "Bruce," she calls frantically. "Bruce!"
"Bruce…"
He doesn't want to listen to that voice. He knows it, but watching his dad beat up that thug is amazing! Bruce can feel his mother's hands grasping his shoulders. He grins, cheering, "Get him, Dad, get him!"
The thug is getting tired. Soon he'll run. Then they can go home to Alfred –
"Bruce!"
That voice… it is Diana, but he doesn't know Diana… she sounds desperate… but his parents…
Then the gun appears. Two shots. Pearls soaked in blood.
He wakes up. Something in him screams, but Diana needs him. He focuses on that and not the agony.
"I promise you," Clark whispers, "I'll never forget."
Jor-El and Lara are gone, but he knows, truly knows, that they have heard his vow.
He and his friends look at Mongol, lost in his "heart's desire." Bruce's condemnation is vicious, and Clark can imagine what he saw with the parasite. Diana looks ready to collapse, her body covered in bruises and her hair a tangled mess.
"Are you all right?" he asks, concerned.
She smiles weakly. "I've been better, but I'll be all right."
Clark nods, but he and Bruce still help her walk to the Javelin. Diana doesn't protest.