~One year later~
"Bruce, that was wonderful," Diana says, referring to the play we had just seen.
I take her hand in mine as we walk down the street. I don't tell her that I've seen it before, and that I was really watching her more than the stage; she's just so beautiful. "It really was, wasn't it?"
She smiles at me then breathes a happy sigh. "So, where to now?"
"Well, we could-"
I immediately stop talking when I suddenly hear a sound that you don't usually hear on the streets of Gotham in the middle of the night: a baby crying. "Diana, do you hear that?"
At first she looks confused, but then I see her face register. "Oh. Where is it coming from?"
We walk a bit farther and stop in front of an alleyway. The crying is definitely coming from here.
"Bruce, we have to go see..."
"Yeah." I hold her hand tight in mine as we walk slowly down the alleyway looking for any signs of a baby. The crying gets louder and louder as we go, until it sounds like it's right in front of us. I look behind a nearby Dumpster and there it is; laying in a cardboard box wrapped in several blankets is a small baby, almost newborn.
"Bruce, oh my god!" Diana rushes to the baby and swoops it put of the box and into her arms. As she looks down at the baby's face in wonder, I can't help but notice how right that looks. Diana Prince, my wife, with a baby in her arms. Why had I never thought of this before?
"Bruce, come here," she says. I walk over stand by her side and look down at the baby's small face. Even in the dim light I can tell he has the same bright blue eyes that I look into every time I look at myself in the mirror.
"It seems he was abandoned," Diana says and looks up at me. "Oh, Bruce, we can't just leave him here! Let's take him to the mansion."
So that's what we did.
