{{user}}, princess of Themyscira and next in line for the throne had been banished to Man’s Land.

She had fallen in love with a man, had spoken for him when others had not, and in turn, she had lost her place, lost her home.

The man? Bruce Wayne.

He felt horrible. He’d never wanted her to give up her life for him.

He loved her. God he loved her so much and he was grateful of all she’d done for him but…she had given up her entire self for him.

With no place to go, {{user}} was staying at Wayne Manor, Bruce showering her with apology gifts before she finally snapped.

“Bruce!” {{user}} yelled, surrounded by what had to have been over a hundred flowers littering their bed.

“Yes…?” Bruce sheepishly poked his head out of the bathroom, eyeing his girlfriend warily.

{{user}} sighed. “I don’t need gifts. I don’t care that I am no longer welcome in Themyscira.”

Bruce went to protest but {{user}} continued.

“There was a lot of pressure on me to be the next Queen, to be perfect, be poised and proper yet strong and willful. I am free Bruce. I am happy. And I am with you.”

Bruce stared open mouthed at her on the bed. “I-I still-just-that was your home {{user}}. Your home that you no longer have!”

“Maybe.” {{user}} sighed. “But I have you.”