"You… want to do what?"
"Pregnancy. I want a baby."
Almost 2 decades ago, in a small cafe somewhere in the world, Diana almost spilled the coffee she was drinking; the disbelief in her eyes, almost visible even through the sunglasses she was wearing as she stared at the woman sitting opposite her— a being born of chaos itself…
…Alice Lane.
"Why… are you even telling me this?" Diana could really only sigh; taking another sip of her coffee and swallowing it before Alice says something ridiculous again.
"Because I want to do it because of you," Alice then said as she placed both her palms on the table.
"...What?"
"You've always told me stories about your baby girl… and I've seen how happy you are with just the slight mention of her name. That's the only time I see you like that, you know. So…
…I want something like that as well," Alice's reflection on Diana's sunglasses remained still, only disappearing as Diana shook her head.
