"Diana?"

The Amazon looked up from her spot by the water. She wiped her eyes with the back of her arm and stood up.

The Dark Knight stepped out of the shadows. It was a moonless night and, to the untrained eye, Batman would have been virtually invisible, his costume blending perfectly with his surroundings.

He walked next to her and both turned to gaze out onto the water.

After a few moments of silence, she spoke, her voice still shaky from crying.

"What did you do when you first realized they were gone for good?" She wondered, never looking over at him.

"I was in denial for a long time." He responded. "I absolutely refused to believe that I would never see my mother and father again. I locked myself in my room for thirteen days just so I wouldn't have to face my house without my mother's constant humming or my father's piles of paperwork."

"But what did you do when you had accepted it?" Diana asked, looking over at him, a desperate tone to her voice.

"I cried." Bruce answered, honestly.

The tears that had been threatening to escape throughout their conversation finally rolled down her cheeks at his admission. He took a step closer to her and wrapped his arms around her, letting her cry into his shoulder.

"Hera, Bruce, I wasn't even there for her..." Wonder Woman cried, sounding weaker than Batman had ever seen her. "I could have saved her... All these powers and I couldn't even save my own mother..."

"You didn't know." He stated, patting her back soothingly.

"Well I should have!" She yelled, pulling away from him. "I should have been there to stop them!" She took a deep breath and composed herself. "Maybe..." She stopped her sentence and put her hand on her head.

"Maybe what?" Bruce asked, not sure he really wanted to know.

She sighed. "Maybe I shouldn't have left her in the first place... She didn't want me to go..."

"Well, I'm glad you did." He said, putting his arms around her once more. "The team wouldn't be the same without you." He paused. "I wouldn't be the same without you..."

Diana looked up at the dark haired man holding her. "I'm sorry for saying that. I didn't really mean it."

"I know." He replied. "You're just upset and you have every right to be. It's not easy for any child to lose a parent, no matter how old or young they are."

She nodded, putting her arms around his neck. "Bruce... You're a good man."

He half-smiled. "Coming from you, I'll take that as the best compliment I've ever been given."

She said, laying her head back against him. "I miss her so much."

He combed his fingers through the bottom of her hair. "And you probably always will. But you have so many people that care about you here. I know we can never take your mother's place in your heart, but maybe we can help heal it."

A few more tears fell from her eyes, silently. He felt them land on his shoulder and hugged her closer to him. "It'll be okay. Maybe not today and probably not tomorrow, but it will be okay."

"I believe you." She stated.

And she really did.