Why We're Here

Diana Prince Tells a Tale

I stepped off the train, inhaling the crisp air of Washington D.C. The cherry blossoms were blooming, and the world was beautiful. The Washington Monument was in sight, it's tip peeking over the tops of the buildings.
Diana had promised to meet me here, at The Lincoln Memorial. She told me she would come as Dian Prince and not Wonder Woman. I had thirty minutes until we were supposed to meet.
Hopefully, Diana could tell me more. Supposedly, she and Mama were very close, maybe Mama even told her about me. Diana might be able to point me in the right direction to find my biological parents, and answer all the questions the trip to Greece left.
When I arrived at The Lincoln Memorial, Diana was already there. She stood at the bottom of the stairs, dressed in a black dress and a brown coat. A black hat covered her hair, making her look more like a spy than a civilian.
"Diana!" I called.
She turned and smiled, "Lucille! Wonderful to see you again!"
Before I could say anything else, she wrapped me in a back breaking hug. I sputtered, "Diana-breath."
"My apologies."
She dropped me, allowing me to suck in a deep breath. While her hugs were great, they often resulted in a broken bone. Sometimes she forgot how strong she was compared to us mortals.
"It is wonderful to see you again," I told her.
She smiled, "You as well. Come, let us walk."
I obeyed. We walked around the reflecting pond, underneath the cherry blossoms. As we did, I looked at her. In my youth, and sort of today, I had a large crush on Wonder Woman. She was everything I aspired to be and more. Strong, confident, admirable, courageous, she could do anything, and she was beautiful.
"Diana, do you remember Silver and Gold?" I asked.
Diana nodded, "Yes, admirable heroes, they were. Silver was one of my best friends back in their time with the Justice League."
"Did you know here real name?"
"Neither Silver nor Gold had real names," Diana said, "They came from the future, sent back through a botched time travel experiment. In the future, there are no names."
My eyes widened, "Wait, what? They came from the future?"
"Yes, Silver told me in confidence. She and her husband came from the future, but they couldn't get back."
This was the kind of news I was looking for. Everything was lining up, practically proving this wasn't a coincidence.
"Did you keep in touch with them after they retired?" I asked
"For a while, yes," Diana replied, "They retired because they had a son and named him Eion. I was his godmother. He was a cute little kid. When he died, I felt like a piece of my heart went with him. After that, I never heard from Silver and Gold again."
I smiled, "Thank you, Diana, this is exactly what I needed to know."
"What do you want to know so much about Silver and Gold?"
"I'm on a mission to find where I came from," I told her, "I'm tracing the people I already know, being my parents. Silver and Gold went on to be Perseus and Ann-Marie Brimsey. After Eion died, they adopted me."
Diana clapped me on the back, "We are closer than previously thought, Lucille! You bear the same warrior's initiative as your mother!"
I smiled. Her words meant alot to me. Out of everyone I had asked, Diana had been the most help.
"Bruce tells me you came out of retirement?" Diana asked.
I nodded, "Yeah, forcefully, I might add. Dick got kidnapped, everyone else was busy, so I had to bring out the shockers."
"Ah, yes, Blitz cannot be caged!"
"Actually, it's Cataclysm now," I told her, "There's no Blitz without Batgirl, and there's no Batgirl without Barbara."
Diana nodded, "It is very courageous of you to come back without the help of your former mentor."
Barbara would always be there for me, and vice versa. As Oracle, she could help every superhero on the planet. We would always be a team, now and forever.
Diana and I spoke for a little while longer. I greatly enjoyed her company, and wished I could see her more often. I was lucky to see my own family as often as I did with the life we lived. Peaceful moments like this, just walking and talking with a friend, were always cherished.
Of course, all good things come to an end.
April 25, 1985 would officially become one of the worst days of my life.
It began with a phone call. My phone vibrated in my pocket. Diana paused in her sentence to let me answer it.
"Lucille Brimsey speaking," I answered.
"Lucy, you have to come home."
It was Dick. His tone was urgent, making me terrified, "Dick, what's wrong?"
"It's Jason," he replied, obviously getting choked up, "Jason was killed."
I dropped the phone. Jason Todd, barely fifteen, was dead. My little brother, the wayward boy who deserved so much more than he got, dead.
"No," I whispered, "No!"
Tears poured from my eyes. I hadn't cried that hard since Mama and Papa were killed. I felt like screaming, but I bottled it up. Diana grabbed my shoulders, "Lucille, what's the matter?"
"Jason," I sobbed, "He's dead."
Diana's eyes widened. She pulled me to her chest, allowing me to cry. The tears fell in ferocious waves.
Jason Todd was dead.
My little brother was dead.