Author's Note: Hi, so, this is the next chapter... I'm really sorry if its getting boring, I'm trying to think of a really good story turn around to make it interesting. I think this chapter will suffice for a while. I'm currently working on 'The First Female Scarlet Runner' so this story might drag on time. I hope you guys enjoy and please review, follow, and favorite!
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I'm in no rush to find the last opened file on Batman's supercomputer in his Watch Tower headquarters. I walk slowly down the excruciation long and barren hallway to the infirmary wing.
Opening the door with handprint access, I walk inside the massive infirmary. I seat myself on the closest bed to the door, placing the hard drive in my breast plate armor.
I hook myself to the bedside monitor and it starts to read me. My vitals are not functioning and my heart is barely pumping, so much for being immortal…
Even with my Amazonian physiology, a near death experience during battle can have long term effects.
All of a sudden, my body feels heavy, I lie down and think about the last 24 hours.
Two people, my sister… and him. All I could do was repeat the same questions in my head that have been lingering, 'What happens now?'.
I rub my eyes in exhaustion, if I close my eyes now, they probably won't open again.
I miss Hawkgirl for she was the only other female member in the League. We talked 'girl talk', as she called it anyways.
Batman, he was… different. Our relationship was strictly professional, we didn't have really any conversations.
There was only one time where we had a 'spark' or as Hawkgirl called it. It was our last mission before he disappeared.
We were in space actually, stopping a minor meteor shower from hitting earth.
One hit me badly, causing half my arm to rip, the second meteor caught my waist and tore off my flesh completely. The last one caught me in the neck.
Even though I'm immortal, I am still vunerable, I still haven't completely healed yet. That's the reason why my body is slowing down.
Batman, though a mere human, is always brave and putting his life on the line for what he believes is the right thing. Especially when it comes to his teammates.
While I was free falling because I couldn't find the energy to fly, Batman, jumped out of the Batwing and in his space suit, in pursuit to save me. I was going in and out of consciousness, I didn't realize he grabbed me until I could smell the burning flesh and melting metal.
Batman was holding me in his arms and trying to defy the gravitational pull with the rockets in his suit.
There wasn't enough power to pull us both out of harm's way. In my delirium, I pressed the button on my earpiece that called the Javelin.
That was the last thing I remembered before I woke up and found myself laying in the Watch Tower infirmary with Batman slouched and sleeping in an uncomfortable metal folding chair next to my bed.
According to Hawkgirl, he wouldn't let anyone in the infirmary room except himself. She said he was the one who stitched and preformed surgery on me.
The thought made me turn red in the cheeks.
Other than the light flirting here and there, we didn't really have a relationship, Batman tried to keep it very professional.
I know that there probably couldn't be anything between the two of us because of his 'tortured emotions', but a princess could dream…
Sometime between my daydreaming, I must have fallen asleep, when my crusted eyes open, the bedside monitor reads 19:21.
Seven o'clock pm? How long have I've been out?
I swing my legs over to the side of the bed and sit up quickly, my head starts to spin in protest, but I continue to pull off the monitor.
I didn't want to look at the readings for I already knew my fate, its been written in the stars.
I walk out of the infirmary heading towards the opposite wing, where Wally most likely is, waiting for me.
Silence is deafening as my thoughts wander, I watch each foot take a step not bothering to look forward.
I don't see him until he's standing right next to me. He grabs my arm, hard, I feel a bruise forming under his grasp, "Stop Diana."
His voice is firm and demanding, so unlike the Superman I have come to meet over the week or two I've been with the Justice League.
Standing there, now looking forward, I feel the urge to peel his fingers off my arm.
When he doesn't get a response from me, he continues, "I'm… I'm sorry…"
Maybe it was the way he said it, maybe it was just the fact that his voice mirrored my own, whatever it was, it made me break down, right in front of Superman.
My hands started to shake and by then, Superman had released his iron grip on my arm. I didn't watch his expression for I was too busy trying to hold in the rush of emotions that swept over me.
I turned my newly tear stuck face away from Superman's, I couldn't hold it back anymore…
Even in silence, I would bet my life that Superman could hear my inaudible cry, he could probably hear the tears swelling up.
My hair falls off my shoulder and covers my face creating a veil.
I stand facing away from Superman letting the slow flow of tears escape my red puffy eyes. I stand there, for who knows how long, just letting it go.
I think it was the painful silence, with only the sound of my sobbing, that made him break. I suddenly felt a strong hand grab my wrist spinning me around and pulling me into Superman's strong embrace.
I fall onto his chest, his arms are the only thing keeping me from falling.
I rest my cheek on his shoulder, his steel hold on me almost comforting.
My sobs were for Batman and my sister, Hawkgirl.
Their names made my warm tears flow faster, I grabbed at Superman's uniform and fist it in my hands.
I can feel the muscles in his body tense as I cry harder.
I never showed vulnerability, especially to the Founder of the Justice League, the most powerful man in the world, possibly the universe.
He let me cry to my heart's content, my tears beading off of his water proof uniform.
When I had stopped my sobbing, I pushed off of his chest breaking our hold.
The tears had crusted on my face, I never bothered to wipe them.
"Diana…" His apprehensive voice made me look up into his baby blues.
I look, trying to read his expression, I see with my enhanced vision the slight gleam on his eyes, I wasn't the only one to shed a tear.
He notices my need for space and holds my shoulders at arms length. "Diana, they're gone… They won't ever come back."
I look down at my feet, his voice is shaking.
I let his words sink in, never… That's a long time for someone who lives for eternity.
His hold on my shoulders loosen and he moves his hands to my cheeks to hold my face. He takes a step closer to me, but I take a step back grasping his strong yet gentle hands in my own. I pull them off my face and return them to his sides.
He opens his mouth to say something and takes a smaller step towards me, I cut him off by turning the other directing. I guess I'll never know what he was going to say…
I just can't face him now, after all he's done to me since Batman and Hawkgirl disappeared, I can still hold hatred towards him.
He stands there for a few moments before taking a step to my left, disturbing the air around us by him taking flight.
I take a quivering breath to calm myself.
Continuing to walk down the hallway, I feel too emotionally drained to fly. I think about my quiet exchange with Superman… He not going to live forever, he's not going to live eternity with regrets, he's not going to live with the choices he's made in his infinite life time. He could never understand because he's not immortal.
Picking up my steady pace, I feel the need to be next to Wally. Right now, he's the only one who seems to be able to comfort me…
Reaching his room, I use print ID on the hand scanner to open the door. I loose my strong posture when I hear the door slide shut behind me. I see Wally on his bedroom monitor, he's working on some kind of Star Labs project.
He doesn't turn his attention away from the monitor as I enter the room and drop myself on his bed.
He logs off of his monitor and the screen turns black. His cowl is pulled back and his mess of red hair flows freely.
He turns around and sits up from his desk chair, "Diana… Good to see you back from your little excursion." The tone in his voice is not a tone he ever uses with me, "I'm glad you came to see me." He was bordering too close to flirtation.
He walks over to the bed shrugs off his uniform from his shoulders, it drapes down at his waist revealing his slim, but physically powerful figure.
I could never see Flash as anything more than a brother. It didn't seem right… Something was wrong, between his mental state changing so quickly in the hour I was gone and his attitude towards me. There's more than meets the eyes…
"Wally, what are you doing…?" He was sitting on the bed and looking down at me with desire.
The look scared the me senseless. I shot up quickly, eye as round as saucers, still not able to comprehend the look on his face.
He slid a hand around my waist and pulled me closer, I froze. As he leaned closer to me, I leaned away and brought my hand in contact with his jaw. Stunned, Wally rubbed his face and looked at me with an expression of shock. I slapped him, I couldn't slap him hard because I would have broke half the bones in his face and probably cause him brain damage.
I gave him a injured expression, before I promptly got up and left his room rushing myself out the automatic sliding doors.
I ran over to the main deck where the biggest monitor is located at the core of the Watch Tower. Flying myself to the top level of the Core, I hastily punch in the coordinates of my condominium in Paris.
Walking over to platform 1, I see Superman flying towards me before a flash of light takes me away.
I see another flash of light and I'm in my two bedroom apartment in Paris. I sigh and run my fingers through my hair stepping away from the microscopic dot on the floor indicating where the transporter rays hit. Its been a long day, my body feels heavy and my eyes are sore.
I pull my tiara off my hair letting my black hair flow freely along the sides of my face. I place the tiara on my bed stand and look out the sliding glass doors to my balcony. A beautiful view of the Eiffel Tower gleams with bright lights that lines the street and the faint glow of the reflection in the river.
I unlock the balcony doors and slide it open walking out to the crisp air. Leaning against the railing, I ponder…
Its been nearly a week since they have disappeared, there's been no word of their survival. Maybe they truly are gone from our lives…
I wipe the tear that feel from my eye, I've never cried this much in my life. Their death's had destroyed me. Hawkgirl's death covered my feelings for Batman's untimely death.
I leave the balcony and walk into my bedroom, laying down on the bed not bothering to change my clothing, I let my mind drift into a peaceful sleep.
Maybe…
Just maybe…
This one time…
I can save her…
Save them all…
My time here is done, I've done all I can…
I haven't accomplished my goal but, my heirs will.
For eternity…
Until time itself doesn't exist…
I think I'm dead, I feel cold, lifeless…
I hope you hear me, my sun and stars…
My eyes open with a shock, my face is covered in cold sweat.
That voice…
It was a man, a voice that sounds so familiar, but yet so alien to me.
I wipe the seat of my eye with the back of my hand, I turn to the side to look at my alarm clock, 4:19am. At the most, I've only gotten a few hours of sleep.
I sit up slowly, I notice something's off, the sliding glass doors to my balcony. I didn't close them last night.
I pushed back the sheets off my legs and stand up, my full uniform except my tiara is still intact, that includes my boots. I stand up and walk quietly to the glass doors, I look closely at the door handles, noticing a spec of blood. I look closer at it being able to see the fading DNA.
The DNA belongs to a normal human, I let my guard down. I walk out of my bedroom to lead me to the exceptionally large living room for an apartment and see nothing.
Everything's quiet, too quiet…
I pulled my sword from the pocket dimension that exists for my weapons and uniform. I hold it in a defensive stance. Looking around the room, something seems off…
I walk around the corner to the dining room.
I hold back a gasp.
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