Themyscira; September 22nd, 12:04 EST
“I don’t see it.”
“It’s there…somewhere,” Artemis told him.
“So, you can’t see it either?” Batman asked her, casting a sidelong glance at the Bana-Mighdall Amazon.
“No,” she confirmed.
“Do you see it?” he questioned Shayera.
“No, I don’t see it either,” she verified.
Batman shook his head, perplexed. “Can Diana see it?”
“If she says it’s here, it’s here,” Artemis reassured him. “Besides, she’s the one who flew us here in it.”
“You’ll learn to trust her in time,” Shayera told him. “I know this is all pretty surreal for you, but I’m sure J’onn will be able to recover your memories for you. You’ll feel much better then.”
Bruce’s lips pursed into a dour line. “Who is J’onn?”
“He’s the Martian Manhunter,” Shayera informed him. “He’s a tall, green telepath from Mars.”
“Yah, that makes me feel so much better,” he sarcastically replied with a frown.
“If you think that’s bizarre, wait till you meet the rest of the Justice League,” Artemis told him.
“Is my family normal?” he asked as they walked along the white sandy beaches of Themyscira.
“Donna is just like Diana,” Artemis thoughtfully replied. “Everyone else is pretty normal…well, except for Nicholas and Kaia.”
“Why?” he demanded to know, a sudden flood of panic rising in his chest. “What’s wrong with my children?”
“Nothing’s wrong,” Artemis clarified. “It’s just that they’ve been given special gifts from Diana’s gods. Nicholas can teleport himself anywhere he wants to go, and he also has Diana’s accelerated healing ability. Kaia can communicate with animals and can teleport objects.”
“Oh, and Kaia is blessed by Aphrodite, the Greek goddess of love and beauty,” Shayera added.
He released a ragged sigh as his gaze fell on Diana walking ahead of them with Queen Hippolyta and General Phillipus. “I think I feel a migraine coming on,” he grumbled.
“Just wait until the other gods bestow their blessings,” Hermes chimed in with a grin. “Don’t worry, though. You still have a few more years until that happens. Can’t have a four-year-old with Herculean strength.”
“Definitely a migraine,” Bruce growled as he glared at Hermes.
“Bruce, what you and Diana have together is the stuff they write about in fairy tales and movies,” Shayera assured him. “I know you don’t remember it now, but I have a feeling it won’t take long for you to rediscover the special love that you two have with one another.”
Bruce could only nod his head in response, his mind spinning with the possibilities that awaited him…the life that was his to grab onto if he only chose to take it. There was still a tremor of trepidation and apprehension that he couldn’t seem to shake, voices of doubt rising up in his mind urging him to run and not look back.
But then, he would look at Diana and those doubts seemed to lose their strength, lose their ability to speak.
“Thank you for everything, mother,” Diana said as she hugged her.
“I’m just sorry I couldn’t have done more,” she replied as she held her daughter. “Please, don’t allow Antheia’s death burden your heart. It was not your fault. She hasn’t been herself since Calliope’s death. I suppose I should have done more to help her cope…taken a special interest in her.”
“You were dealing with so much, mother,” she attempted to reassure her. “You had an island to rebuild and plenty of hurts to mend, injured sisters to care for. I know you’ll find a way to bring our sisters together as one again.”
“Thank you,” she said, pulling back to place her hand against her daughter’s cheek. “You are so very strong, my sun and stars. I know you’ll be able to help Bruce regain his memories and I have a very distinct feeling that my two little grandchildren will go a long way in helping in that respect.”
“I hope so,” she murmured with a sigh, her gaze falling on her husband who was talking to the others. “I don’t know what I’d do if he chose to leave us.”
Hippolyta leaned in, kissing her cheek. “He won’t, Diana. Just because his memories are gone doesn’t mean that his love for you is gone as well.”
“I love you, mother,” she said.
“I love you too, my daughter,” she told her. “Please, bring your family for a visit soon. I’m anxious to see my grandchildren…even the adults ones.”
“I will,” she reassured her, turning her attention to Hermes.
Hippolyta bid goodbye to Artemis and Shayera before pulling Bruce aside to speak with alone. “I know you don’t recall your life, but I know for a fact that no one in this world could possibly love you more than my daughter,” she revealed. “No matter what happens between the two of you…always remember that.”
She pulled him into a warm, motherly embrace, his arms wrapping tentatively around her. “Thank you, Hippolyta,” he softly said, not knowing how else to respond.
“Losing you nearly broke her,” she murmured. “Please, I only ask that you give her a chance.”
“I will,” he promised her.
“Please, come back for a visit soon,” she told him, retreating and revealing the tears shimmering in her eyes. “And promise me you will find that vile Ra’s al Ghul.”
“I promise,” he assured her with a small twitch of his lips.
“And when you do, hit him hard for me,” she instructed him with a devilish grin.
Bruce couldn’t contain the chuckle that escaped his lips. “I will not forget.”
“Take care of her,” Hippolyta requested, patting his Kevlar covered chest. “She’s very strong, but she feels so deeply and hurts just as much.”
“I will,” he said as they walked to rejoin the others.
Diana’s worried gaze shifted from Bruce to her mother and back again. Hermes’ constant chatter had made it difficult to hear what was being said between the two. “Mother, are you behaving yourself?”
“Of course, my sun and stars,” Hippolyta told her. “Now, have a safe trip. Give my love to the children and tell Donna she must come visit me soon.”
“I will,” Diana promised. “I’ll also see if Tim and Bruce can fix your communication system soon so you can see Nicholas and Kaia.”
“Thank you,” the queen said.
“I still don’t see the jet,” Batman stated, folding his arms across his chest.
“It’s there,” Hermes replied.
“You’re not coming with us, are you?” Shayera questioned him.
“Why?” he asked, sidling up next to her and wrapping his arm around her shoulders. “Do you want me to, Wings?”
“No,” she adamantly stated. “I think it’s definitely time to part ways.”
Hermes placed his hand over his heart, feigning hurt. “You wound me, beautiful,” he told her. “I feel like we’ve all really bonded over this mission. We made an awesome team.”
“I guess you were sort of useful at times,” Artemis conceded.
“Is that the best I’m going to get out of you, Red?”
“Take it or leave it,” she stated.
“Fine, I’ll take it,” he decided, turning his attention to Diana. “Cousin, always a pleasure to see you. Don’t be a stranger. Call if you ever need my help again.”
“Thank you for you did, Hermes,” she told him. “I’m not sure we could’ve gotten Bruce back without your help.”
“I’m sure we could have,” Artemis muttered with a smirk.
“I feel the love, Red,” Hermes shot back. “It’s hiding there just beneath the snarky attitude and even snarkier words.”
Artemis shook her head in disbelief. “Yah, I’m sure that’s where it is.”
“Safe travels,” Hermes bid them goodbye. “Let me know if you ever need me again. I’m just a call away.”
“Just go already so we can leave,” Shay told him.
Hermes blew her a kiss before disappearing from sight with a mischievous grin on his face. “I still can’t believe you’re related to him,” Artemis said with a huff.
“It’s not actually blood relation since Diana was formed from clay,” Queen Hippolyta interjected.
“Excuse me?” Bruce asked, looking to Diana for answers.
“It’s a long story,” Diana said with a shake of her head. “I’ll tell you on the way home.”
“I still don’t see the jet,” Bruce stated, unconvinced.
Detroit; September 22nd, 18:21 EST
“Whoa!” Wally yelled; his mouth full of pizza. “I so didn’t see that coming!”
“Really?” John said with a chuckle as he leaned forward to get more potato chips from one of the many bags laying on the coffee table in front of him along with several cans of pop. “I saw it coming a mile away.”
“No way you did,” Wally countered, shifting his position on the couch.
“You don’t actually believe this is real, do you?”
“Of course, it’s real,” he insisted, looking at John as if he’d lost his mind. “You think it’s fake?”
“It’s wrestling, Wally,” he pointed out. “It’s all choreographed. They’re going by a script. It’s like a soap opera in a wrestling ring.”
“Did you hit your head on that mission in Dallas this morning?” he asked him. “It’s all one hundred percent real.”
John couldn’t contain his laughter at his friend’s expense. “Don’t ever change, Wal,” he told him, clapping him on the back.
“More…more…” Bella said, pointing at the pizza box.
John shook his head, a smile of adoration on his face as he looked at his daughter to find pizza sauce on her mouth. “You’re a mess, Bella,” he replied, taking his napkin to wipe her face.
Bella frowned, trying to avoid the napkin as she moved her head from side to side. “No, no, dada,” she scolded him.
“Here, I’ll get you more, Bells,” Wally replied, setting his plate aside. Taking a knife, he cut up another piece of pizza into tiny pieces for her to eat. “You know I’m going to miss these kids.”
“You’re more than welcome to babysit any time you want to,” John informed him. “In fact, I think that Shayera and I need a long vacation alone when she returns. You can stay with the kids.”
“Yah!” Rex agreed. “We can play wrestle!”
“No wrestling,” John insisted. “You’ll only end up hurting yourself…or the house.”
“Then I wrestle Bella,” Rex decided.
John turned a dark glare on his best friend. “See what you’ve started?” he growled. “Rex, no wrestling with Bella. She’s too little. You’ll hurt her.”
“Fine,” Rex huffed in annoyance.
“What in the world happened to my living room?”
The two men froze with the sound of the all too familiar voice while the kids leapt to their feet, excited for her return. “Mommy!” Rex excitedly cried, leaping off the back of the couch and into his mother’s arms. “I missed you so much.”
Shayera kissed her son on the cheek, holding him close. “I missed you too,” she told him.
“Mama!” Bella shrieked as she wiggled off the edge of the couch and toddled over to her. “Mama! Mama!”
Shay knelt down and scooped Bella up into her other arm, holding her children close to her. “Hi, my Bella,” she greeted her, kissing her on the forehead. “Have you two been good for your daddy?”
“Yes,” Rex insisted. “Uncle Wally has been living with us. We’ve been having so much fun!”
The Thanagarian’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, her lips twisting into a frown. “Well, that explains the mess in the living room,” she stated. “Do I even want to see the rest of my house?”
“It’s not that bad—I swear,” Wally attempted to reassure her, a blur of red racing around the living room to pick up the pizza boxes, napkins, and empty pop cans. “See? All good.”
“We’ll see about that,” Shay said with a dangerous glare as she set her children down. “Why don’t you two go get ready for your bath?”
“Maybe we can wrestle in the bathtub?” Rex told Bella as they ran out the living room.
“No wrestling!” John bellowed as he got up to greet his wife, a relieved expression on his face “I am so happy you’re home. You have no idea how much I missed you.”
John swiftly wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in and kissing her hard. He was beyond anxious to show her just how desperately he’d missed her. Wally groaned as he flopped back against the couch cushions. “Oh, come on,” he groused. “It hasn’t been that bad. I think I’ve done a pretty good job of filling in for Shay.”
“Yes, but you’re still not my wife,” John pointed out, keeping his arms possessively around her waist.
Shayera chuckled as she pictured her husband and Wally trying to be both the mom and dad around here. “Do I even want to know what you two have been up to while I was gone?”
“Probably not,” Wally said.
“Nothing…nothing at all,” John said at the exact same time.
“Okay, now I definitely want to know,” she stated as she disengaged herself from her husband’s arms to make a beeline for the box of half-eaten pizza on the coffee table. “And didn’t we have a rule about no food in the living room?”
“Oh yah…well, you see that kind of got thrown out the window when Wally made a blanket fort for the kids and they ate strawberry jelly toast in here,” John revealed. “It just basically went downhill from there.”
It was Shayera’s turn to groan as she took a bite of pizza. “I should’ve known I couldn’t trust you to take care of things here while I was gone,” she decided. “I should’ve hired a babysitter to watch you and the kids.”
“It wasn’t my fault,” John insisted. “Talk to fun Uncle Wally over there.”
“Where’s your mother?” she asked.
“She caught Rex’s cold, so I stepped in to help,” Wally proudly informed her. “Let me tell you it’s exhausting work running a household, taking care of kids, and having duties with the League.”
Shayera scowled at him. “I do it every single day. You did it for like nine days.”
“I know and it was really traumatic,” he dramatically exclaimed.
She rolled her eyes as she began to walk past John. “I’m going to help the kids with their bath and then put them to bed,” she revealed. “Then, we can discuss how traumatic being a parent was for you.”
“Hey, how’s Bruce?” John asked, suddenly remembering why she’d left in the first place.
“Physically, he’s fine thanks to Hermes,” she replied with a frown. “Mentally, he can’t remember anything. He seems lost and a little confused about it all. We’re hoping being at home with his family will help unlock his memories. If not, J’onn will really have his work cut out for him.”
Wally grabbed another piece of pizza before coming to stand beside John. “What about Diana?”
“She’s doing better,” she revealed. “It was real touch and go there for a while. We didn’t know if she was going to make it between the Hydra’s poison in her system and her fight with Hades, but she pulled through it.”
“Does Bruce know her?” John questioned her.
Shayera’s lips spread into a smile, remembering how Bruce had looked at Diana when they had flown home. “He might not have his memories, but he definitely feels something for her.”
“How can that be?” Flash said, his face scrunching up in confusion.
John smirked as he glanced at Wally. “When you find the right one, you’ll know,” he told him.
“His mind might not remember her, but his heart does,” Shayera told him.
Wally shook his head as he crossed his arms against his chest. “You guys are so mushy with all your romantic talk.”
“Come back and talk to us once you get engaged,” John said.
“Like that’ll happen any time soon,” Wally scoffed.
Batcave; September 22nd, 18:45 EST
Bruce and Diana entered the Batcave, both lost in their own thoughts. Conversation had been minimal since dropping Shayera off, mixed emotions causing tensions to rise. It was nearly suffocating by the time they had arrived at the secret entrance to the Batcave.
Artemis silently followed behind them, her gaze shifting between the couple walking before her. They seemed to make a breakthrough on Themyscira, but things had grown awkward since then. Idle chatter had taken place during the return trip home, stories shared with Bruce about various missions. Unfortunately, none of it triggered any memories for him.
The trio came to a stop near the steps of the platform, Diana glancing at Bruce. She wasn’t certain what the best approach was for meeting his family. She didn’t want to overwhelm him, but there would be no avoiding it once he stepped foot inside the manor. He would be subjected to an abundance of hugs and bombarded with an endless string of questions that he probably wouldn’t be able to fully answer.
“I’m going up to see Jason,” Artemis announced, her hands on her hips as she stared at Bruce and Diana. Neither seemed inclined to move from the spot they appeared to be rooted to despite the fact the entire family was upstairs, anxiously awaiting their appearance. “Are you coming, or do you want me to send everyone down here to you?”
“No…no, we’re coming,” Diana replied. “Just give us a minute…okay?”
“Sure thing,” Artemis said, giving them a small smile. “Don’t take too long. I heard Alfred prepared a feast to celebrate your return.”
“We’re just going to change out of our uniforms and then we’ll be there,” she assured her.
“Okay,” she responded, turning on her heel and heading towards the stairs. “Hurry! I’m pretty sure you’ve got two kids up there who are practically bouncing off the walls to see you.”
Diana smiled as she thought about her children, anxious to see them too. “Come,” she said as she turned to Bruce. “I’ll show you were the clothes lockers are.”
Bruce followed her towards the changing area, his gaze constantly surveying the unfamiliar area. “This place is incredible,” he told her. “Who put all this together?”
“You did,” she revealed, stopping before the lockers. “You’ll find clothes here that will fit you.”
“Where are you changing?”
Diana was taken aback by his question but masked her surprise. “My things are here too, but I’ll go into one of the changing rooms to give you some privacy.”
Bruce merely nodded his head as he turned his attention to the clothes before him, pulling out a pair of jeans and a t-shirt that said “Gotham Knights” on it. He wasn’t certain who they were, but assumed it was some sort of sports team.
He quickly began to undress, slipping on the clothes he’d found as his thoughts lingered on the woman who was his wife. He couldn’t help wondering about the life that he’d made with her or what he had possibly done to have won her heart. He just hoped that he remembered soon. He didn’t want to do anything to screw it up.
Slipping on some socks and tennis shoes, he turned around to find the object of his thoughts standing behind him. She was dressed in a pair of jeans and a white V-neck t-shirt that did little hide her amazing figure. “Are you ready for this?” she asked.
“I guess I’m as ready as I’ll ever be,” he decided. “Do I look okay?”
“You look perfect,” she reassured him, her gaze raking over him as her teeth raked over her bottom lip.
The heat of her gaze did not go unnoticed by him, creating a warm pool of desire inside of him. He quickly tamped down on it, knowing it was pure lust at this point. While he felt a connection to her, he didn’t remember the deep love that they had shared prior to being taken to the Underworld. He refused to give her anything less than the love that she deserved.
“I hope I remember something,” he told her as she began to lead him towards the staircase and the family that awaited him.
Diana glanced over her shoulder at him, bestowing him with a reassuring smile. “I’m sure you’ll be able to,” she told him. “I promise we won’t give up until we’ve been able to recover your memories and if for some reason we can’t, I guess we’ll just have to make new ones for you.”
Bruce smiled to himself as he followed her up the stairs, her confidence in him as well as her optimistic outlook contagious. She had gone through so much to bring him back, nearly losing her life just to bring him home. Even now with the possibility of never recovering what he’d lost, she was willing to fight for him, not about to give up on him.
The unimaginable depths of her love for him stirred something deep inside of his soul, creating a sense of warm affection that seemed to spread throughout his entire body. The worry that had pervaded his entire being was somehow silenced knowing that she was going to be there with him every step of the way.
Entering the manor from behind a large grandfather clock, Bruce drew a deep breath, releasing it slowly through his nose as he began to look around, hoping to remember something. Nothing seemed familiar to him and yet he felt as if this was where he was supposed to be.
Laughter could be heard coming from some place down the hall, a welcoming sound that seemed to envelope him and draw him closer. Without a second thought, he captured Diana’s hand in his own, lacing his fingers with hers and obviously taking her by surprise.
Diana momentarily paused in her step, glancing down at his hand holding hers. She looked up at him, gracing him with a dazzling smile that seemed to light up the entire hallway as well as his heart. She gently squeezed his hand in response, appreciating the effort that he was making.
“Are you ready?” she softly asked him.
“I think so,” he replied with a nod.
“Do you remember who everyone is from the pictures I showed you on the trip home?”
“I guess we’re about to find out,” he teased her.
Diana felt as though her heart was in her throat as they drew near to the entertainment room. A silent, pleading prayer was sent to her goddesses that he would remember his children, hoping they would be able to unlock what she hadn’t been able to.
They came to a stop in the doorway of the entertainment room, peering inside to see everyone sitting together watching television. Diana felt tears instantly sting her eyes, overwhelmed by the relief and happiness of finally being home again.
She glanced at Bruce who was staring at them with a look of wonder on his face. “This is my family?” he whispered.
“It is,” she softly confirmed.
Nicholas looked up at that moment, spotting his mother and father. “Daddy! Mommy!” he squealed with undeniable excitement as he jumped off the couch and ran towards Bruce.
“Daddy!” Kaia cried, getting up off the floor. “Mama!”
Bruce barely got two steps into the room, two little kids running straight for him. Without hesitation, he dropped to his knees, nearly being bowled over as he enveloped his youngest son and his daughter. He wrapped an arm around each of them, his children burying themselves in their father’s embrace.
Nicholas and Kaia began to cry as they hugged Bruce, all the fear and confusion and loneliness bursting free now that their father and mother were finally home. Diana came to stand beside him, tears brimming in her eyes with the deep bond and love that her children had with their father.
It hurt her to see how upset Nick and Kaia were by all of this, but she knew it would’ve been so much worse for them if she hadn’t been able to bring Bruce home to them. As difficult as it had been, she reminded herself that she had done what was necessary in order to restore her family.
Kneeling down beside Bruce, she placed a gentle hand on his back in silent support to let him know she was still there. He looked over at her, Diana stunned to find tears in his eyes as well. Despite not remembering them, it was an overwhelming moment for him, his children so happy to see him…showing him how much they loved and missed him. With any luck, it would help to pull his memories out of the darkness the Underworld had banished them to.
“Me missed you,” Kaia tearfully told him as she finally lifted her head to look at him.
“I missed you too, Kaia,” he replied, choking back tears that refused to be so easily dismissed.
Nicholas tightened his hold around Bruce’s neck, burying his face further into the crook of his neck. “I missed you so much, daddy,” he softly said through his tears.
“I’m sorry, Nicholas,” he apologized. “I promise I’m not going anywhere now.”
“Mama!” Kaia cried, reaching over for Diana.
Diana took Kaia into her arms, holding her close to her as she rubbed her back. “I missed you so much, my little sun and stars,” she told her. “There wasn’t a day that went by that I didn’t think of you and Nicholas.”
“Me got a new woom,” Kaia revealed between sniffles.
“I did too!” Nicholas announced, wiping his nose with the back of his hand. “It’s a surprise for you. It’s a Batman room.”
“Mine is a princess woom,” Kaia added.
Diana looked up at the rest of the family to find them all watching them and on the verge of tears save for Donna who was openly crying in Dick’s arms. She swallowed hard against her own tears that were beginning to trail down her cheeks. Hera, she’d missed them all so much.
“We knew that you two had been talking about updating the kids’ rooms, so we took care of it for you,” Tim revealed. “It gave Nick and Kaia something to look forward to while you were gone.”
“I can’t thank you all enough,” Diana managed to choke out.
“We’re just glad that you’re both home now,” Dick told them, rubbing Donna’s back. “We were so worried about you guys.”
“I know,” Diana said. “I’m sorry we couldn’t communicate more with you, but it was reassuring knowing everything here was in good hands.”
Jason tightened his hold on Artemis, his arm wrapped her shoulder. “I will tell you it was a harrowing experience painting with Dick,” he revealed.
“Hey, it wasn’t my fault,” the eldest brother maintained.
Tim and Jason both chuckled with Dick’s lame defense. “Nicholas’s carpet had to be replaced,” Tim pointed out.
“Thanks a lot, big mouth,” Dick growled.
“At least you weren’t partnered with Dick on patrol,” Damian chimed in. “I felt like I was on a leash.”
“I’m a very good teacher on patrol,” Dick said with a scowl.
A throat clearing cough caught everyone’s attention, Bruce and Diana standing to their feet with their children in their arms as they turned to the doorway to find the British butler there. “If you would all be so kind as to head to the dining room, I have created a feast to celebrate the special occasion,” Alfred announced, his eyes bright with the unshed tears that would have been deemed inappropriate to allow to fully form.
“I’m famished!” Jason declared as he got up, pulling Artemis with him.
“When aren’t you famished?” Tim asked with a roll of his eyes.
“That’s funny coming from you,” Jason retorted. “Your stomach is like a bottomless pit.”
“I’m a growing boy,” Tim maintained.
“Growing out,” Jason taunted him as he patted Tim’s stomach.
“Hey! Cassie loves me just the way that I am,” Tim maintained.
Jason and Tim stopped before Bruce, Jason putting a hand on Bruce’s shoulder. “It’s good to have you home, pops,” Jason said with a smirk.
“It’s good to be home,” Bruce admitted. “I’m anxious to get caught up on everything that I missed.”
“We’ll update you later,” Tim told him. “Right now, just enjoy being home. We’ve got everything covered.”
Donna hugged her sister who was still holding Kaia, her face wet with tears. “I was so worried about you two,” she murmured.
“I’m so sorry, Donna,” Diana softly said, stroking her hair. “I know it must have been hardest for you being able to feel everything I was going through.”
“We came so close to losing you,” she whispered in her ear.
“I can’t be taken out that easily,” Diana lightly teased her, pulling back to wipe the tears from her sister’s cheeks. “I can’t thank you enough for taking care of my children.”
“There’s no other place I would’ve wanted to be,” she reassured her.
“Okay, you two,” Dick interrupted, taking his wife’s hand in his. “You can catch up later. We don’t want Alfred’s meal to be ruined. He’s been working away in the kitchen all day.”
Donna took Kaia into her arms as Dick stole Nicholas from Bruce. “Thank you, Dick,” Bruce said to him, taking Dick by surprise. “I hear you took charge of everything while I was gone. Thank you for taking care of my family and Gotham for me.”
Dick silently nodded his head, touched by Bruce’s words. “I know you would do the same for me,” he replied. “Besides, that’s what family does for each other.”
“I’m anxious to remember everything about our family,” Bruce admitted.
“It’ll come back,” Dick reassured him, a mischievous smirk forming on his face. “We’re more than happy to help you remember all of your most embarrassing moments.”
“Great,” Bruce said with a roll of his eyes. “I can hardly wait.”
“I want daddy,” Nicholas stated, reaching for Bruce.
“I’m coming, Nicholas,” Bruce reassured him, running his fingers through his son’s hair.
“Come on, kiddo,” Dick told him. “Let’s give your parents a minute before we eat.”
“We’ll be right there, little warrior,” Diana promised him. “I just want to talk to your dad for a minute.”
Nicholas laid his head on Dick’s shoulder, his arms around his neck as he was carried out of the entertainment room. Diana watched as they left, noticing how difficult it was for their children to be away from them right now. She hoped they’d eventually be all right and be able to get past all of this.
As if reading her mind, Bruce laid a hand on Diana’s shoulder. “They’re really young, Diana,” he reminded him. “They probably won’t even remember it later in life.”
“I hope so,” she softly replied. “I never meant to hurt them, but I knew they needed you. We all needed you back with us.”
“I’m so grateful that you came after,” he told her, his voice full of emotion. “You nearly died saving me.”
“I’d do it all over again in a heartbeat if it meant you were here safe where you belong,” she reassured him.
“I know you would,” he agreed with a nod. “I don’t know how I know that, but I do. You’ve more than proven that you love me. I just wish that I could remember loving you.”
Diana bit at her bottom lip, averting her eyes as tears threatened to overwhelm her again. “I do too, but I…I don’t want you to feel obligated in any way. There’s a guest room down the hall from our bedroom that you can use if you want to and—”
“Don’t worry, Diana,” he interrupted her, taking her hand in his. “We’ll take it slow and see where it leads us. I fell in love with you once. I have a feeling it won’t be very difficult to do again.”
The corner of her lips quirked with his words, her heart beating a little harder. “Let’s go eat before Alfred comes after us.”
“Why do I have the feeling he’s the one who actually runs this household?”
Diana chuckled softly as she led him towards the dining room. “You would not be wrong about that,” she told him. “You’ll find that he runs a very tight ship.”
“I’m going to need to learn everything that I can about Gotham and the Justice League as well,” he reminded her. “I’m sure crime didn’t stop while I was gone.”
“I have a very bad feeling we came back to a firestorm,” she confessed with a sigh.