Author's Note: So this was originally published on my AO3 last April not long after BVS came out. BVS does have it's flaws but Bruce and Diana weren't one of them. They were my favorite characters and had great chemistry and I've been a Wonderbat shipper since the days of the animated TV show so I'm really excited to see more of their interactions in Justice League later this year. Anyway this is a work in progress and I hope to get back into writing for this as the year goes on. For now though enjoy! Also the title of this comes from the song "Parachute" by Chris Stapleton.

The car ride from the funeral is quiet but after all that has happened Diana doesn't really mind. There's something about the silence that is so serene, otherworldly almost, and, for a moment, memories of Themyscira come to her mind.

As she looks out the window at the fields of dying corn stalks though, she knows that this will never be Themyscira. This place will never know of such peacefulness, she thinks. At least not as long as hate and greed and evil men exist in it. She wonders if Bruce would agree.

She glances over at him, his eyes locked onto the road, not even acknowledging her stare. She can tell by the look in his eyes that he's deep in thought and she wonders what it is that he's thinking about. The battle? Clark's death? The others like them? This fight he feels is coming? It could be an infinite number of things yet she's pretty sure if she asked he would say it was nothing.

Diana keeps her gaze on him for a moment longer. She notices the greys his hair, the dullness in his eyes and she finally realizes it. She thought he was like any other mortal man she's met but she's learned that's not true. He's lived the equivalent of a thousand lives, fought the equivalent of a thousand wars, died the equivalent of a thousand times. All over the span of some 20 years, over the span of what would feel like a single grain of sand in the hourglass of her own life.

Diana can't help but wonder what's done this to him. What has made him so tough yet so weary? What was it in this world that shaped him into the Batman? What horrors has he seen over the years? What has he lost over the years? Who has he lost over the years? And of course the most important question, what was it that's inspired him to keep fighting, to start this new team?

She contemplates asking him but decides against it as she stares back out at the flat Kansas landscape.

For better or worse, she's decided to go with him on this journey. She's decided to find those who would probably prefer to be hidden like she was. So, she knows eventually that she'll find a time to ask him.

For now, she'll just enjoy the silence.

Reviews and constructive criticism are much appreciated!