Take it Back

Parties were never my thing. I was required as a leader to attend them. Gallas. Balls. Appearances. Always I was told to go. Because I'm Wonder Woman and I have to do it for the team. It was so...stupid for someone like me to have to do this. The first heroes of Gotham were at a celebration for the first owner of a world-wide meausem. Mr. Banks. He was about 87 and very rich. Unfortunately...he was going to die any day from natural causes. Or so he has said. No. The heroes were not in their costumes. We were all in normal wear. Dresses. Suits. Tuxedos. The people were dancing under the lights hung in the trees of the meausem garden. Drinking Champagne and laughing with the music. This is were the night dawned upon us. Only little of them noticed.

The wind blew my hair from my shoulders and ruffled the skirt of my dress. My hip resting on a gargoyle of the meausem balcony. The nights shadows the only friend of the roof top. I sighed listening to the music sway the trees below me. I was content watching the celebration. My heart felt like it couldn't enjoy tonight. It just wouldn't be right for me...

“Diana.” A hard voice crawled across the cement ledge of the balcony and crept across my nose. I shuttered for a moment.”Why aren't you with the rest of them?”

“I can't enjoy tonight. Knowing the man could die today.” I replied without looking at him. A swished the champagne in my glass. The cold steam resting between my fingers. The black figure moved into the moonlight resting on me. His brown eyes peering mournfully down at me. A frown crossing his face, and worry lines in his brow.

“Batman's getting a little worried about something.” I said lightly to change the subject.

“You can't always save the world, Diana.” He said turning me to face him, taking my wrist to remove the glass. I frowned at him. That was low statement for him to say to me...

I began to rebuttal, “I never said I could-” But he interrupted.

“But you've tried,” He glowered. “And look at what it's turned you into.” His voice was not low and intent. Nor a yell and scolding. But friendly sort of.

He would never smile. Always serious about something...Always. I bet he was borne serious. I looked down at the flower pinned to his jacket and held my breath.

“Bruce, who I am doesn't need your opinion.” I replied and pulled away my wrist. Turning on my toes I walked into a shadow creeping up onto the gargoyle I once rested on. My head turned enough for me to peek at Bruce through the corner of my eye and didn't change my expression.

“You're a great man, Bruce Wayne...but I just want to see you smile. A real smile. Just once.”