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Chapter Ten

As soon as Superman left the room, Bruce asked, "Who is Alfred?"

It seemed that the task of revealing information had been given to her. No doubt J'onn thought it worth the risk. Bruce couldn't stay in the cell as he recuperated.

"Do you trust me?" she asked.

"You're the only person I can trust."

The unreserved confidence with which he made that statement twisted her heart. Trust had been a big issue between them before. And now this man who looked and talked exactly like Bruce was offering her the very thing he had withheld from her for so long. But, she reminded herself, he wasn't really Bruce. Not until he had his memories back.

She tried to keep her face and voice poised and professional. "Good. Now I want you to eat while I tell you some things about yourself."

He picked at his food as she sat, trying to figure out where she should start and what she should reveal. It didn't seem wise to tell him the Diana of his mind had been a hallucination. She would have to proceed carefully. "We knew each other before I came to you in the jungle."

"I figured that, since I knew to call for you when I was sick."

"Right. We first met because we are both members of a league of superheroes. It is why they keep calling you Batman, because even though you are Bruce, you are also him."

"And Superman?"

"He is another League member. There are many of us, but we are all part of the original seven who founded the League. Besides us, there is Flash (he was the one in the red), the Martian Manhunter (he is the green one), Green Lantern, and Hawkgirl."

Bruce nodded his head, still trying to eat.

"You decided to become Batman when you were younger and spent your youth training to become him."

Bruce swallowed his food, and she stopped talking, anticipating his question.

"If I'm a superhero, what are my powers? I don't feel any. Or did I forget those too?"

"You are unique. You are without any extra powers, but you have trained extensively in many different fighting styles, all those known on earth and then some. And you are an extremely intelligent man. The smartest man I know and one of the smartest in the world."

"You never told me you had powers," he said, almost suspiciously.

She briefly wondered why he would imagine her without powers, but now wasn't the time. "I can fly and heal quickly. I am extremely strong. There are other powers I have as well, but we can discuss those later."

His eyes swept over her, and she swore she saw the characteristic glint of him sizing her up. It was a welcome sight. The only life he could remember consisted of conversations with her, sleeping, eating, and drinking. His life didn't have to be about survival anymore. And it was such a relief for her to see that, when put in a new context, his mind was as sharp as ever.

"You didn't wear that before," he said.

"And what did I wear?"

"I'm the one with amnesia. Why don't you tell me?"

"Bruce, please, just answer my question."

"A white dress."

"It was probably my chiton. What I am wearing now is my Wonder Woman uniform. That is what I am known as to those who don't call me Diana."

"Wonder Woman?"

"Yes, and occasionally Princess."

"Is that what the tiara is for?"

"Yes. I am the princess of my people, the Amazons, but that's not important at the moment. All I will say is that my uniform is a gift of my goddesses and represents the people of my country, Themyscira."

Bruce set his fork down. "So if I have no powers, how is it that my body doesn't have any marks on it? I can't imagine I would be able to fight crime without powers and sustain no injuries."

Diana eyes looked once again at his unmarred skin. It was beautiful.

"You lost your memory and began having these fits of madness because someone placed you in what is called a Lazarus Pit. But there were other side effects. It has made you younger, prolonged your life, and made the scars you used to have on your body disappear."

Bruce looked down at his chest, flexed his arms out in front of him. "Did I have many?"

She remembered the first time she had seen them all and tried not to blush. His body had been covered with them.

"Yes."

"I'm not quite sure I understand how I was able to help your League."

"Our League, Bruce. Apart from being the best hand-to-hand combatant on the planet, you are a master of disguises and a brilliant detective and strategist. Because of you we have tracked down many criminals. And you provided the money to create this building we are now in."

"And how much money would a building like this cost to make?"

Diana walked over to the window and beckoned him to follow her. Standing next to each other, they peered out of the circular porthole, staring down at the green and blue orb below. "We are currently orbiting thousands of miles above Earth. Both of our homes are down there."

"How can I afford this?"

"You inherited a fortune, which you have multiplied many times over as the CEO of Wayne Enterprises."

"Wayne Enterprises?"

"Yes. You're Bruce Wayne, prince of Gotham City and Batman. You have billions of dollars to your name, and an enormous Manor home. You even have a butler named Alfred, though he's more like a father to you."

"And my real father?"

"He was murdered when you were eight, as was your mother. It actually happened right in front of you."

He braced his hand against the wall and continued staring down at Earth. "I don't remember any of this."

"I know this is a lot to take in," she said gently.

Bruce shrugged. "Diana, may I ask you something?"

He looked over at her, and Diana nodded her head, wondering why he would preface his question by asking her permission. He hadn't before. Her heart raced with foreboding.

"We lived together in the jungle. Was that always the case?"

Diana swallowed, unsure of how she should answer him. "We didn't live together before you disappeared."

"And now? Will you be staying with me?" He wasn't looking at her, but she could see he was uncomfortable asking the question. It was odd seeing him so vulnerable, so unlike himself.

Going against every nurturing instinct inside her, she answered, "I don't know if I should." Things were already so complicated. This could only make it worse.

"If I'm a billionaire, I'm sure I have plenty of spare rooms. You wouldn't have to stay with me all the time."

"But I have duties as an ambassador. I live in the Themysciran Embassy in Gateway City. I…"

Bruce turned from the window and walked back to his cot. "I understand."

She should have left it at that, but she couldn't leave Bruce by himself. The reasons why were innumerable, and it would be too dangerous to examine them closely, so she didn't.

"Bruce, I'll stay with you. Until you ask me to leave or until you get better. Whichever comes first."

His smile was brilliant and beautiful. In an instant, he was back on his feet, embracing her in his arms. "You promised me forever, and I'm going to hold you to that. I will never ask you to leave."

But Diana knew he already had, and if he regained his memories, it probably wouldn't be long before he'd kick her out again, and then blame her for not telling him the truth earlier.

She was being foolish, but Bruce needed her. She would just have to set boundaries and tell him more about what had happened when he was ready for it. And it was a good thing he wasn't ready, because she knew that she wasn't anywhere close to being able to lose him again.

To Be Continued