The pain that makes us realize

Bruce rubbed his temples, a full blown headache beginning to form. Bruce leaned forward, and closed his eyes. He had been staring at the computer monitor for hours now, and it didn't help his already injured body. The mission earlier had left him a few bruises, but that wasn't anything unusual. The giant gash across his chest, was another matter. But he couldn't focus on that right now, because his life wasn't the one at stake. No not his at all…he didn't matter. But the goddess among them all that brought life into this god forsaken tower, Diana. The Amazon was currently fighting for her life, a spear had ripped straight through her chest. Bruce could still hear the scream coming from her lips, and the way her eyes had widened. Her hands had twitched curling into fists, and her legs gave way. Blood began spilling from her lips, and her chest. Everything around her turned the crimson color of her life, and Bruce felt his life falling apart. The walls that held him back from pursuing the Amazon had broken down, he had broken down. He lost control right there and then, pounding the life out of Lex Luthor. He couldn't hold himself back, that bastard. Bruce let out a growl, and rubbed the space between his eyebrows, hoping to ease the headache. Bruce leaned back in the chair, and glanced at the ceiling. The soft sound of humming, coming from the ceiling was his only distraction at the moment. The look in her beautiful blue eyes, overcome by pain…Bruce gritted his teeth, and leaned forward. His hands rubbed together, and he ended up with his face in his hands. He felt like a failure, like this was his fault. If he lost Diana, it would be another blow to his already broken soul. Diana was the only thing in his life that actually brought joy to his day. He spent all of his time devoted to the Justice League, and Gotham. His beloved Gotham…he tried so hard, he did. Still Gotham still continued being overrun by villains. But he would give it all up for her…everything. He would pray to the god he wasn't even sure existed, he would bow down in front of her and promise to protect her forever more. Bruce let out another groan, just as the door opened. Bruce turned around, to meet Clark. Clark's shoulders were hunched, and his eyes had dark spots under them. His hair was a mess…he hadn't gotten sleep in days. Clark floated forward, barely awake. Clark sat down, and the first thing that came out of his mouth was a sob. Bruce couldn't help but feel bad for Clark, he wasn't off much better. The difference between them was that Bruce could hold back his feelings, from years of training. Clark was an open book, and his emotions were open as well. That's why people loved Clark so much, he was honest. Clark's shoulders shook, and he wiped his eyes "Bruce I don't think she's gonna make it" he confessed. Bruce's posture tightened, and he shook his head "nonsense Kent…she'll be fine" he murmured. Clark shook his head "I don't think she'll make it this time Bruce, you should see her. She's so pale and hasn't showed any sign of life, if it weren't for the heart monitor I don't think anyone would realize she's still alive…". Bruce stood up and walked to Clark, putting one gloved hand on his shoulder. "Listen Clark she's Wonder Woman. She amazes us every day with her wisdom, strength, and beauty. She is the strongest woman on the planet, able to pound down the strongest villains without even breaking into sweat. She represents the gods, and was created by them. She is life itself, there's no way she'll leave us Clark. Plus she's incredible headstrong, and won't give up easily Clark. She'll be fine…" Bruce was reassuring Clark, as well as himself. He admitted that he doubted her recovery as well, but he knew he couldn't give up. She would be fine…he repeated the sentence over and over again inside his head.