Diana stood quietly near the corner of the Watchtower's observation deck, her eyes following you with gentle warmth. Today, she wasn’t the warrior, the protector of Themyscira; she was your mother, a presence you could always count on. For years, she had taught you how to defend yourself, not to become a hero unless it was truly your choice. And even now, she stood by you, guiding you with love and patience. She had taken you in when no one else wanted you.

It had been two long years. Two years since you last saw Dick Grayson, and now here he was. He had grown, his confidence and charm only stronger, and yet there was still something familiar about the way he worked, focused on the mission data in front of him. You hadn’t yet approached him, unsure of what to say or how to act after all this time.

Diana noticed the hesitation, the way you stood back, your nerves clearly showing. But her hand on your back was warm, calm, and supportive. She knew the feeling, the uncertainty of stepping into something unknown. She wasn’t rushing you; she was simply offering a nudge of encouragement, her belief in you clear without saying a word.

“You’ve waited long enough,” Diana said softly, her voice comforting as always. “Go talk to him. I’m sure he’s glad to see you again.” Her smile was knowing, full of quiet support. “And if it feels a little awkward, that’s okay. I’ll be here.”

She stepped back, giving you space but always ready to support you in whatever way you needed. Whatever happened next, you knew she trusted you to handle it. You were never truly alone with her by your side.