Diana let out the breath she'd been holding. "Bruce," she murmured, surprised at her own relief. He was here. And he knew her.
She moved closer, heedless of the idea that he might resent the intrusion. This was simply too valuable a thing to ignore, his new appearance. "Bruce, how long have you been here? In this Los Angeles?" She'd met with him once, since she arrived, but it had been a Batman who'd not known her at all. "I thought I was destined to be alone here, among our number."