#dp: thread

There was a particular part that finally pulled her interest in. The sound of a door opening gone unnoticed until lighting and temperature near her shifts by the presence of another. Diana looks up. Book swiftly shut, bookmarkless, and pushed to the side. Diana shifts off of her stomach. "MJ text you?" she smiles, "When did you get back?"

The Gotham City dawn trickles in through the windows of their abode looking over the city. Diana watches as the sun creeps up. Head resting delicately upon Bruce’s bruised torso. A gentle glimmer catches her eye. The sunlight hitting the diamond on her ring just so that it bounces through the clarity of the gem. “Some days,” particular days like this that leave Bruce covered in bruises, “I wish I could see Gotham through your eyes.” She loves this city through all of its faults, the people of it are strong and resilient. Gotham is the city of the real modern day American life, but Bruce loves Gotham with such unconditional devotion that she cannot find a replica of in her own life.

An Amazon walks into the GPD and is met with glares. Even as a civilian, she has earned the ire from many a member of Gotham’s finest. A criminal defense lawyer, who has managed to expose some holes in the innocent victims that were about to lose their life in the corrupt prison system set free on account to the great work from her and her team. It must seem odd to see her now, a plate full of cookies marching up to the Commissioner’s desk. “I heard you could use a little reprieve,” she smiles, setting the desserts upon the edge of Gordon’s desk. “Or at least, something sweet.”

Dinah’s words strike a chord with Diana. It is not the first time she’s heard a similar set of words strung together to refer to Diana, but words always said by someone so dear has the ability to have a stronger impact than the adoration of strangers. Her hand reaches into the space between both woman. Fingers tucking back fallen blonde hairs behind the Canary’s ear. “You always seem to know the right thing to say and when to say it.”

Diana reaches forward, setting her mug on the small table beside her. “No,” she says. Hands push against each armrest of her chair. Her body turns and makes the small smile on her face visible to the Canary. “I think I have been alone for much too long.”

His announcement comes as a warning, stopping Diana in her tracks. Those are not words she wants to hear. Is she surprised to hear them? Sadly, no. “How insane and how difficult will it be for me to talk you out of it?” Diana is already certain it will be an idea that either kills him or brings him right to Hades’s doorstep. Neither of which she’s quite ready to deal with.