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A to Z, an Anthology
Regret
Most outsiders simply assumed that Themyscira had absolutely no imperfections. Surely a place blessed and protected by the Greek gods was not bothered by paltry things such as irritating weather. However, in many ways, Themyscira was an island like any other, prone to a variety of weather conditions.
It was on days like this, when the skies opened and poured forth torrents of rain, trapping almost everyone indoors, that Diana felt the most evocative. It was on days like this that the past came alive for her again, and while there were many happy memories, the rain only served to give life to her final day in Man's World.
Diana could still sometimes feel the raindrops splattering against her skin…
"I'm going home to Themyscira. For good." There. She'd said it. A simple statement. Why then did she not feel relieved to have gotten it out?
His stare was as inscrutable as always. He stood only a few feet away from her, his arms folded across his chest, but it felt like there was an enormous chasm between them.
"Why?" A simple response, and one she hadn't quite expected. Diana had half-believed he would simply shrug indifferently and turn away.
She stared at him. "No one's given me any reason to stay." Unless you'd like to give me one. She did not say it, but the words hung in the air, as obvious as a blade between them.
Bruce continued to stare at her in silence, and she stared right back. That was when the rain started to fall. The water was cold against her bare skin and Diana tried not to shiver noticeably.
Her jet was waiting, so she should go. Still, Diana couldn't resist one final temptation. She began to reach out, wanting to touch his cheek, to feel his skin beneath her fingers one last time –
Bruce backed away from her hand. "Goodbye, Diana," he said coldly, then turned on his heel and walked into the Manor, leaving her alone.
He didn't even call her Princess anymore.
The anger that had resulted from that pathetic farewell had lasted nearly a year. Diana had kept in touch with her friends among the League. She heard about Alfred's death, Batman's disappearance from even Gotham, the hostile takeover of Wayne Enterprises, Bruce turning into a hermit. Shayera was a true warrior, but over the years she'd built up a network of contacts that would have impressed even the best spymasters. In short, she was an incurable gossip in her advancing years.
The anger eventually faded into resignation. What was done was done. If Aphrodite had intended for the Amazon princess to have the dark knight, it would have happened. It had not, and now they were both alone.
The rain continued to fall outside as Diana watched. Standing up from the chair in her room, she stepped outside, grateful that her room was on the first floor and allowed her easy access to the out of doors.
The rain pelted her skin and she closed her eyes. Sometimes, Diana thought she could almost be back there on the grounds of Wayne Manor. Sometimes, she thought she could reach out and touch his cheek before he turned away from her for good.
Sometimes, Diana thought history could change.
Regret: v. to feel sorry for something; to mourn someone or something. n. sad or disappointed feeling.