Hello dear reader! Happy Monday! I have some Diana for you today! Enjoy!

4

The rest of the week I try to come up with a list of things that will help me be strong enough to get back to man's world, to remember my duty to mankind once I'm home. The temptation I can already anticipate feeling the moment I cross the cloak covering Themyscira will be like no other. Seeing my Mother again and feeling her comforting touch, one I have been longing for since the moment I discovered the terrible things that happen to man and the pain they inflict upon themselves.

It is at work, when I'm supervising the transportation of the pieces I acquired in Gotham that an idea pops into my head. Father said I would need the help of the league. I might as well involve them in the process now, partly at least.

As soon as I'm left alone in my office again, I pick up my cellphone and look through my contacts until I find for the one I'm looking for. I stop at the W and exhale in mild annoyance at having to ask Bruce Wayne for a favor. I tap on the call button and bring the cellphone to my ear.

It rings once, twice…

"Ms Prince. What a lovely surprise," He says cockily.

Now I'm severely annoyed, "Mr Wayne. How do you do?"

"I'm… wonderful, Ms Prince. Yourself?"

I roll my eyes. Okay, I'm bored. Get to it. "I'm great. I need a favor, Mr Wayne. A favor that will help us save the world. Are you willing to help me?"

I can almost feel the change in him, realizing this is an important call. "What have you found out?"

I walk around the table so I'm now facing the door of my office. "In summary, another alien looking to destroys us all. But this one is smarter, therefore more dangerous,"

"I miss the days when I thought we were the only beings in this universe. What do you need from me?"

"I need you and a yacht in Nice in 2 days. Is that something you can arrange?"

He chuckles, "You insult me, Ms Prince. Of course I can. But I'm curious now, how does this help us save the world? Or are you planning to relax before doing that and you're just looking for a companion?"

Now is my turn to chuckle, "Don't flatter yourself too much, Mr Wayne. You're not exactly my type."

"I'm rich and handsome. I think that qualifies me as everyone's type."

And this is as much Bruce Wayne I can take in a day. "See you in 2 days, Mr Wayne."

"Can't wait,"

I haven't had a decent conversation with Bruce Wayne other than the 10 minutes I spoke to him after Clark's funeral, but I researched him. I know the circumstances of his childhood. That playboy persona is just a cover. His true self sneaks past the cracks of that cover all the time, and I'm pretty certain he doesn't even realize it.

There's prove of that. Like the time he decided to put his revenge aside to save Martha, Clark's mother, or when he came back to fight alongside Superman to defeat Doomsday. And just now, he didn't even hesitate to help me.

He has a good heart and I know his flirtation is just part of the playboy persona and part of the game, but he can be incredibly annoying.

I sent the day after the conversation with my Father my request for a week vacation starting Friday, and it was given to me. I did that in order to force myself to actually go home. The plan is simple, although not necessarily easy to execute.

From Nice, we will go towards the Amalfi coast. I've tried to map out the location of Themyscira as much as I can, but there's no way to do that. I figured once we're in the Tyrrhenian Sea, I should be able to identify the more specific location of the island.

And Bruce Wayne? He's role is to go looking for me if I don't resurface after 4 days. I smile at the thought of having to tell him he's basically going as a glorified nanny.

2 days pass in a blink of an eye. I wake up early on Friday morning to catch my flight to Nice from Paris. It's a short flight of about 1h30min, and by 11am I'm walking down the marina, trying to spot Bruce. When I don't spot him, I lower my duffle bag onto the floor and pull out my cellphone to call him.

I'm about to press the call button, when I hear the roaring of a motor behind me. I turn around to see a red Lamborghini parking across from me. I raise an eyebrow and put my cellphone in the pocket of my dress.

He knows how to make an entrance. I'll give him that.

The butterfly door of the Lamborghini opens to reveal, as I had already guessed, Bruce Wayne wearing light blue shorts, a blue shirt and dusty brown moccasins. He pulls a duffle bag from the passenger's sit and throws it over his shoulder.

I stand there looking at him, shaking my head as he approaches me. "Really?"

He shrugs, "What? It's a nice car to drive. You should give it a try. You know what? Here," He takes my hand and puts the keys of the car in it, "It's yours. Then you won't look at me like that after you've driven it."

I look down at my hand and then up at him. "I don't need a Lamborghini, Mr Wayne. I walk everywhere,"

He blinks at me and points at my hand, "I just gave you the keys of arguably, the best car in the world as a gift, and you don't want it? Do you have any idea how many people would die for a present like this?"

I smile a closed mouth smile and tilt my head slightly to the left, "I told you before, Mr Wayne, I don't think you've ever met anyone quite like me before." I put the keys on the pocket of his shirt and lean down to pick up my duffle bag. "Shall we?"

He nods with a bit of a smile. He points to my right and says, "That one right there,"

I'm surprised to actually see a not overly flamboyant yacht (if such a thing exists). I climb up to it and make myself comfortable on the deck while Bruce fills out some paper work for the coast guard. Once he does, he climbs up and I hear him say from the Captain's control room,

"You know, it would help if you told me where to go."

I look over my shoulder at him and then back at the ocean. "Tyrrhenian Sea, towards the Amalfi Coast,"

"Yes, ma'am."

I feel the yacht move and I let myself relax, as the speeding vessel moves further away from the marina and the sounds of the seagulls and people slowly fade until only the sound of the waves remain.

I don't think I was conscious of how heavily all of this was weighing down on me, because next thing I new, I was beginning to dose off, the pull of sleep too tempting. I let myself relax, recognizing that soon I would be lucky to be able to get a full night's sleep.

I dream of thunder and a crack in the sky; I dream of a younger me running away from my last tutor, Mnemosyne; I dream of my Mother braiding my hair.

I wake up with a start to see the sun setting. I sit up and rub the sleep from my eyes. I can't remember the last time I slept this long. I stand up and walk to the railing of the deck, looking out to the sea.

I'm surprised by the beauty I see. How easy it is to forget that something so beautiful and powerful surrounds us. Even as big as it is…

"I was starting to wonder if you were truly asleep or just trying to avoid talking to me." He comes to stand next to me and hands me a glass of champagne.

I accept it and raise it slightly. "You're not that bad. To justice"

"To justice,"

We both take a sip. I lean on the railing, dangling the glass between my middle finger and thumb.

"I think I've now earned the right to some answers, don't you think, Ms Prince?"

I exhale, "Yes, I think you have earned the right to some answers."

I emphasize 'some' to make sure he understands that I'm not ready or willing to share everything about myself yet.

"Good enough. Let's start with the basics. What's you real name?"

"My name is Diana, Princess of Themyscira." I haven't said that out loud in a century.

"Themyscira?" He asks confused.

"It's where we're going. A secret island created by the Gods that serves as the home of the Amazons. They were sent to influence mankind with love and compassion,"

I keep my eyes on the horizon, but I can feel his eyes on me. "You're an Amazon."

I nod. "Well, half Amazonian."

"And the other half?"

This time I turn to look at him. Bruce Wayne is a smart man, I'm sure he's suspected I'm much more than just a woman with extraordinary abilities.

"God. I'm a demigod. My Father is Zeus," I take a bit of pleasure in watching the stupefied look on his face.

"Well, that's… Now I see why you were not impressed with the Lambo. Demigod, impressive."

I laugh and shake my head. "Any more questions?"

He rubs the back of his neck and leans backwards against the railing. "How old are you?"

"I'm 5000 years old, but my passport says 32,"

"Impressive that you have managed to cheat the system. Especially now with the high security technology that's being used,"

I take another sip of champagne, "It's not easy, but it has to be done. But it would seem that millionaires are the ones I should be wary of though, not government officials,"

In all my time in man's world I had learnt to identify power hungry people before they acted, and Lex Luthor came on my radar when I found out he was looking for kryptonite. It was really a coincidence that I found my photo in his private servers, and then to find Bruce trying to get into the server at the same time I was, was unfortunate.

He chuckles, "It would seem to be the case. I would be more than happy to help you with that. I can alter dates on personal documents with my eyes closed. With the right tools, government servers are easy to get into."

It would definitely make my life easier if I don't have to worry about my paperwork. Plus, we're going to be working together, might as well start making friends.

"I'll accept your offer. Thank you, Mr Wayne,"

He points his forefinger at me, "That's another thing. Stop calling me Mr Wayne. It's too formal, we're on a yacht together."

I shake my head, "Fine, Bruce. You can call me Diana."

"Great! I do have a couple of more questions, Diana."

"Of course you do."

"You went to great lengths to recover that photo. Why? Who is the 'him' you referred to in the email?"

I bite the inside of my cheek. If anyone is going to understand the pain you feel when you lose someone you love deeply, it's Bruce Wayne. But even after 100 years, I'm not yet ready to talk about Steve. I don't know if I'll ever be.

So I shake my head and stare towards the horizon as the sun disappears and we're left in the dark. "That's something I'll keep to myself, Bruce. But I want to thank you again for finding the photograph and sending it to me."

He nods, "At first I didn't understand why you were chasing that photograph so much. No one would actually believe that a woman fought in World War I and nobody knew about it, or people could've thought that it was someone in a costume. But then I stopped looking at you and looked at the people besides you and figured you were not protecting your identity, but you were trying to get back people you loved. I can understand that.

By the way, I created a virus that would destroy any remaining digital copies. Last I checked they were all gone. The virus will remain dormant in case anymore were to pop up, but I don't think it'll happen. You are now the only person in the world who has that photograph."

I almost feel like crying. I remember feeling such an invasion of privacy when I saw the photograph on Luthor's servers, thinking that now that it had been digitized, there was no way I would ever be able to erase it. The notion that a huge part of my life was now potentially available to the eyes of the world, threaten to send me over the edge. And now, thanks to Bruce, I won't ever have to worry about that becoming a reality.

"I feel like I've been saying this a lot, but thank you."

He looks up towards the sky, "Alfred told me to be nicer. He says I need friends."

I laugh. "Well, I feel that if I had an Alfred, he would tell me the same."

"I have one more question, the last one." He says raising his hands.

I nod.

"Why am I here exactly?"

I smile, knowing he won't like my answer. So I decide to hold off in telling him.

"Not yet. I'll tell you when we're closer,"

He looks at me suspiciously, "I'm not going to like it aren't I?"

I shrug, playing innocent.

We go to the upper deck not too long after to have dinner and we talk. He tells me how when we go back, he's going to start recruiting members for the league. Since I only know what I saw in the email he sent me, I ask him to tell me more of what he knows about the other 'metahumans'.

They are all very impressive and I smile at the idea of having a millionaire, a merman, a cyborg and a really fast kid as a team. Some gained their abilities by accident, others were born with their abilities and some created their own. All very accomplished, all, hopefully, ready to fight.

The next day I wake up by the aggressive side-by-side movement of the yacht. I change fast and go to the Captain's control room, where I find Bruce very focused on trying to keep the vessel steady.

He looks over his shoulder when he hears the door opening, but quickly returns his eyes to the horizon.

"The storm came out of nowhere. The weather was forecast to be calm, no rain, no storms."

I look at the ocean and I hear the clap of thunder followed by the light illuminating the sky.

That was very loud, I thought. It's almost as if the sky was going to cra -

My eyes widen. My dream. Father.

I point in the direction of the thunder, "Bruce, go towards the centre of the storm."

He looks at me as if I were insane. "Are you crazy?! Are you trying to get us killed?! Or actually, are you trying to get me killed?! 'Cause you'll probably live, demigod!"

Just then a wave hits us on the side, and we both barely manage to hold on.

"Bruce, I told you who my Father was! Go towards the storm!"

He looks at me with eyes wide, remembering what I told him yesterday. "Why use such an aggressive method to tell us where your home is?!"

I smile at his acceptance of my parentage. Not a lot of people would believe all the things I said yesterday. But I didn't exactly leave him much of a choice since I fought an alien with him.

He stirs the yacht towards the storm and as we get closer, it gets harder to hold on to something. Just when I start thinking that I could be wrong, I see a ripple in the space in front of the bow of the yacht.

"Bruce, you see that?"

He squints at where I'm pointing, but he shakes his head. "No, I don't see anything."

I don't know if it's because I'm an Amazon and maybe that's why I can spot the cloak and he can't, but I know that he will be able to cross it should he continue moving forward. I make my decision in that moment.

"Stop the yacht. This is it."

Bruce tries to look for what I'm seeing but he can't. But trusting me, he stops the engine and releases the anchor. The storm stops abruptly and a heavy fog descends upon us.

"I'm getting on the boat and I'm going south. Your job is to come get me by this time Tuesday if I'm not here already. That's all I need you to do."

He looks at me with his best 'really?' face. "So I'm basically your chauffeur?"

"Yes."

He runs a hand through his hair. "Fine. Let's get you on the boat."

We go to the back of the yacht, where the emergency boat is and he lowers it for me. He helps me onto it and looks around.

"How am I supposed to know where to go find you? I don't see what you see."

"Just keep moving south and you'll know when you're in Themyscira,"

I turn on the motor of the boat and start heading towards the ripple.

"There's not much to do when you're alone in a yacht, you know!" He tells me as I move further away from him.

"Whatever happened with 'there's no complaining on the yacht', Bruce?"

He crosses his arms and shakes his head. I look forward and as I see the ripple grow closer and closer. I wonder if there's a bigger reason for me to be here.

AN: How did you like seeing Bruce pop up? I hope you liked how I weaved him into the story. He will only be a little part of it though. Good news! Starting next chapter you will see 2 POVs (Steve & Diana's). It's going to be a bit torturous this week because you're going to see how they get closer and closer, but not close enough to touch! You'll hate me for that, I know! Hope you like how I'm approaching the big meeting though! See you on Wednesday!

In case you were wondering what Diana and Bruce were wearing and what the yacht looked like, here a the links:
pin/88805423883664403/ (Diana)
pin/422775483753258942/ (Bruce)
pin/339388521902385446/ (yacht)