Now Diana could see hints of her own Bruce in this man, and it's sobering that pain and rage make him recognizable to her. Her own smile faded slightly and when she spoke her voice was quiet, the anger she'd kept tamped down her entire time here so far slipping through, just barely. The anger that had grown with every frightened civilian and impossibly brave child she'd met. "Yes, I can think of many other more preferable ways to meet."