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Rainy Days And Mondays

It has been a long day. Too long. Long to the point of utter fatigue. And utter fatigue isn't a feeling I'm used to. Yes, physically tired – though rare – isn't out of the ordinary. But this … weariness of spirit. This isn't something that happens a lot. It isn't something I like.

All I want to do is sleep for about a thousand years, then cry for a thousand years more.

Talking to myself and feeling old

Sometimes I'd like to quit

Nothing ever seems to fit

There was a bushfire in Australia. Nine hundred people needed to be evacuated – eighty eight more have been incinerated already.

It was started by arsonists.

Arsonists.

Why, by all the gods on Olympus, would someone do that? I do not understand. Yet I am not surprised. Have I been here too long? When I left home I was so full of hope, so sure that I could walk into this broken world and fix it with a few words, a couple of gestures. I have failed.

Hanging around

Nothing to do but frown

Rainy days and Mondays always get me down

I've failed to make any real impact, even after all this time. If I told my friends that, they'd laugh. We've saved the world so many times, after all. We've repelled alien threats, monsters that shouldn't exist, even ourselves. But I haven't made it better. I've just maintained it.

Worse, I've been jaded by it. A year ago I would have laughed at the idea. Six months ago I would have hit the person to say it. Now I'd just nod. To remain rigidly stuck to my Amazon upbringing would have led to me following Aresia's example by now - but at least I would be strong. Unbending. The warrior my mother raised me to be. Now... what am I? What am I fighting against? Have I let her down? Have I let the gods down?

I wanted to be alone, so I have come to the conference room. There's a meeting soon. I'll need the time in between to regain myself. To give myself an excuse as to why I should carry on. To find a reason why I shouldn't give up on my life and go home.

What I've got, they used to call the blues

Nothing is really wrong

Feeling like I don't belong

The world isn't a better place because I'm in it. It's constant, the same as it ever was. I know my friends would miss me, if I went. I also know that no one is irreplaceable. I'd be remembered, sure, but I wouldn't be missed forever. Clark has Lois, Shayera has John - whether he'd admit it or not - Wally and J'onn are both happy. And Bruce...

I snort bitterly. I'm pretty certain his inner rodent would help him through it. So what's stopping me? He doesn't want me - or won't let himself - and I have more pride than to beg. That part of me, at least, is still Amazon. I ordered him to impress me. He hasn't done that. He's barely said two words to me, in fact. I'm still firmly in possession of my original assessment: pathetic.

Walking around

Some kind of lonely clown

Rainy days and Mondays always get me down

I watch over the Earth and realise I'm disappointed. In the world, in myself, in Bruce. But generally I'm just tired.

The doors hiss open. In the reflection of the window I see a familiar silhouette. I'm too tired to even leave. Instead I carry on standing here, watching a Javelin prepare to dock.

Bruce puts some files down on the conference table, but doesn't sit. After a few moments pass in silence before he breaks it.

Funny, but it seems I always wind up here with you

Nice to know somebody loves me

Funny, but it seems that it's the only thing to do

Run and find the one who loves me

"Bad day?" he asks briefly, the barest hint of concern in his tone.

It's all I need.

I know he won't push me away. Crossing the room in three swift strides, I put my arms around him and bury my face in his neck. I don't cry, just stand there, motionless until he puts his arms around my waist. I close my eyes in relief and melt against him, my shoulders slumping and every bone in my body aching with fatigue. I nod. "Bad day."

What I feel has come and gone before

No need to talk it out

We know what it's all about

He doesn't say anything. Nor does he let go of me. Suddenly 'pathetic' doesn't seem right. I've never tried to convince myself I didn't love him, but this, now, this is why I love Bruce. Because he understands when words aren't needed. He just knows that he has to be here. He pulls me closer, kisses my forehead, asking silently if there is anything he can do.

I shake my head. "Hold me," I whisper. "Bruce… just hold me."

Hera bless him, he does. He just... holds me. Until, "I'm sorry, Diana."

Hanging around

Nothing to do but frown

Rainy days and Mondays always get me down

I don't need to ask what for.

"You were right. Words don't mean anything without the actions to back them up. So..."

My tiredness turns to tension, bit by bit. Don't do it, Bruce. Don't tell me you don't love me. Don't leave. If he's going to, though, I want Bruce to tell me. I push back his cowl, looking into blue eyes instead of white lenses. "So?" I ask tightly.

Funny, but it seems that it's that it's the only thing to do

Run and find the one who loves me

His voice is perfectly steady. "I want you. And..."

Then his mouth is on mine, gently. Kissing me in a way that erases all doubt he means it. I kiss back with the same depth of emotion. He wants me, and he's willing to do something about it. It's remarkable - now I have all the energy in the world.

What I feel has come and gone before

No need to talk it out

We know what it's all about

The doors hiss open, and we both stiffen. It's Shayera. I think all the gods that it's Wally's habit not to arrive until the very last moment. As it is, Shayera's mouth is wide open in shock. But Bruce doesn't do what I'm - and I'm sure she is - expecting. Rather than jerking away from me and stalking from the room, he actually brazens it out. He lays one more soft kiss on my lips.

I'm the one who pulls his cowl back up. Then we both sit down, and he begins looking through the files he brought in with him. Shayera sends me a wide-eyed glance. She's impressed.

Hanging around

Nothing to do but frown

Rainy days and Mondays always get me down

So am I.

Hanging around

Nothing to do but frown

Rainy days and Mondays always get me down

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