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A to Z, an Anthology
Fracture

It was almost ridiculous, how quickly life as one knew it could end. One moment, everything was as it had been for years, and the next, everything that had been counted for so long had suddenly been called into question.

Diana didn't go into Gotham City very often, officially or in civilian garb. Bruce had made his opinion known to everyone in the League for years concerning how he felt about metahumans coming into his city. Diana, though, occasionally liked to spend time in the so-called City of Darkness. The museums were interesting, and it had always been entertaining to see how long it would take for Bruce to become aware that she had come into the city. Diana could always count on a growling lecture about 'nosing around where she had no business' before the day was done.

Walking down the street, Diana glanced over at Gotham Metropolitan Library. It was a Sunday, so the library's hours were limited to one p.m. to five. She looked at the watch on her wrist. Twelve-forty-four.

With sixteen minutes to kill, Diana walked over to a newsstand set up but a few yards away from the library's doors. Smiling at the man running the stand, Diana stared perusing some of the international papers. She quickly spotted one with Audrey's picture on its front page.

Queen of Kasnia Engaged!

Former party princess ties the knot with Greek scholar!

Her lips twitching, Diana picked up a copy of the paper and began skimming the article. She'd known about Audrey's engagement to Nicodemus long before it had hit the papers, and it was highly amusing to watch the press react to one of their favorite international jetsetters deciding to settle down with a single man.

Once she finished the article, she put the paper back in its appropriate pile before glancing at her watch again. Twelve-fifty-two.

Eight more minutes…

Diana turned back to the papers, leaving the international news section for the section housing the papers from the United States. She bypassed The Daily Planet, having read it earlier that morning, and found her looking at the Gotham-based newspapers. Looking over the headlines, Diana froze.

Wayne Getting Hitched!

Gotham Philanthropist to Marry Supervisor of Charitable Foundation!

Wayne + Head = Match Made in Gotham?

Bruce Wayne Engaged!

Diana could barely force herself to keep breathing. It felt like someone had grabbed her by the throat and was slowly squeezing it closed. She stared at the pictures. She recognized Talia Head, no, Talia al Ghul, easily enough. Diana had never met the woman, but she had read the files that Bruce had put into the League computers years ago. The daughter of Ra's al Ghul, Diana remembered Bruce describing Talia in her file as someone of suspect loyalties at best and should not be counted on even if she offered assistance.

When did this happen? Diana asked silently, dazed.

A blaring horn from the street brought Diana out of her fog. After looking around, she turned her eyes back to her watch.

Twelve-fifty-three.

In the space of a minute, her world had been knocked off its axis.

She didn't know what to think. Bruce hadn't even hinted that he was involved, much less at the point of asking someone to marry him. He had been as patient as always when he was with her, enduring her teasing and even smirking at her and teasing her back. What in Tartarus was going on?

Grabbing at one of the papers – Diana didn't particularly care which one – she took it over to the vendor and quickly paid for it. Her intention to go into the library long forgotten, Diana turned on her heel and walked away from the place. Finding a deserted alley nearby, she activated her communicator.

"Wonder Woman to Watchtower, is Superman up there?" she demanded.

It was the Question who answered. "Affirmative, Wonder Woman."

"Transport me up, now."

Thankfully, the man wasn't one for making small talk. Within a moment, Gotham vanished and was replaced by the transport room of the Watchtower. She looked over at the Question. "Where is he?"

"Cafeteria."

Diana nodded shortly and stormed out of the room, the paper grasped tightly in her hand. The short walk to the cafeteria occurred without Diana passing anyone, which wasn't unusual. In the years since the Metro Tower had been constructed and opened, most of the League took to spending their time there rather than up in space. If anything, the Founders were really the only ones who used the Watchtower with any regularity, aside from those who had monitor duty.

Entering the cafeteria, she looked around and quickly spotted Clark. He was sitting in the corner at a table, a pile of papers scattered about in front of him. He heard her approach him and looked up at her.

"Diana," he smiled, "I thought you were taking today off?"

She didn't return his smile. Instead, she threw the paper down in front of him. "Did you know about this?" she asked, watching him closely.

Clark stared at the front page, and all color drained from his face. Alarm spread over his features, but not surprise. He looked up at her. "Diana, he made me promise not to say anything…" he told her carefully.

Diana had been hanging on by a thread since she had seen those newspapers, and now she felt her heart shatter. For so long, the three of them had shared a special bond. They were the Trinity, for Hera's sake! When things got bad, they stuck together. When things were good, they shared their joys. She and Bruce had been the first Clark had told when he asked Lois to marry him.

Now, she was faced with the fact that both men had deliberately kept this from her. She had been misled. She had believed that she and Bruce were still… close.

It hurt. It was humiliating.

Diana stared at Clark, then walked away.

It didn't surprise her when she found out that Clark had immediately gone to tell Bruce about their encounter. What surprised her was that the two of them actually had the gall to ask her to come to the Batcave, to let them explain themselves.

Diana's first instinct was to go, but only to slap them both. Instead, she only sent a message back to them, in Greek and not particularly polite. She knew Bruce could understand Greek, and would get the message. Besides, she had no desire to chance a meeting with the future Mrs. Wayne.

However, getting the message seemed to be beyond the men's abilities. That evening, when Diana had retreated to her quarters on the Watchtower, they showed up at her door.

She stared at them, saying nothing. Bruce stared back, revealing nothing in his mask-covered face.

Clark fidgeted, and caved within a minute. "Diana, please, let us explain."

"Since when does Batman bother to explain any of his actions?" Her voice was colder than an artic wind. "I have nothing to say to either of you."

She moved to slam the door in their faces, when Bruce's hand shot out and halted the door. "Stop acting like a drama queen, Princess," he snapped. "Not everything is as it seems."

Diana glared at him. "Drama queen?" she hissed. "No, if I recall correctly, that is your fiancé's predisposition, with having to choose between the man she claims to love and her genocidal father." She sneered. "It seems she finally made that choice. Congratulations."

Clark continued to look distressed, and Bruce didn't move. Neither did Diana, she just continued to glare at them and count the ways she could rip them both apart.

Everything that the Trinity was, their friendship, their trust, their love, lay in pieces at their feet.

Fracture: n. act of breaking something; break or crack; v. to cause or undergo damage.