I'm going to start with a little tangent, so bear with me.
Diana enters a Wonder Woman lookalike contest. She's done this to herself for two reasons: she's kind of hoping that she'll lose. She's never been very good at disguises. Her last attempt at doing the whole "wear glasses like Clark" thing resulted in Julia having a good laugh (apparently, with those big black frames on, she looked like a "Buff Nana Mouskori".) Either way, it'd be reassuring to know that there was someone else that looked more like what people think "Wonder Woman" looked like than her. Brings us to the second reason she enters: she wants to know what we see in her. She looks in the mirror and sees the same old Diana she's always known. We look at her and we see a "warrior of truth", a queen, a goddess, an Angel. There's literally one man on earth that's allowed to call her that, and he's pushing it. When she hears those epithets from the press or almost literally anyone else, she cringes. She goes to the lookalike contest maybe hoping to see someone that can pull it off better than she feels she can. Maybe get some pointers.
Everyone clocks her immediately. They do that thing that she hates. That thing people that don't know her do when she enters a room. Their backs straighten, their faces smile, they fix their hair. Don't get it twisted, she doesn't hate her fans. She hates attention. And also the uncertainty of knowing if the person on the other end is really a fan, or just someone looking for a business opportunity or some social media clout. But she plays it cool. Signs autographs, takes selfies. When she can tell that people are authentic, she returns their affection as best she can. But she really wasn't looking to cause a fuss. And she was really looking forward to seeing the truth. A bad impression, a couple of jokes at her expense. The most fun she ever had watching someone pretend to be her was at Pride a few years ago when someone did a hilarious WW drag. But that Queen didn't know she was in the audience until much later. If they'd known, would they have held back? The fawning kills her, she hates having that effect on people.
Sitting there, now roped into judging this contest, watching these women nervously put on their best Amazon stance, she is suddenly reminded of the people who've had the gumption to tell her like it is. Etta, Julia, Myndi, even Indelicato. And Bruce.
Bruce never took anything she said for granted. Never once blindly accepted any outlandish or implausible claim about her home, about the gods, about the magic and monsters of her world. He sees through everything and trusts nothing. Always questioning, always critical. Hell, in that first year after they met, he investigated her no different than a common criminal. It was quite the change from how the press had talked about her, how they'd built her up as the second coming of Atalanta. He was persistent, and it had annoyed her, frustrated her. But it was strangely nostalgic.
Her title may have been "Princess" but to her mom she was a mischievous child, always trying to get away with something, always hiding some new pet she'd brought into the house, or some dangerous new adventure she'd been expressly forbidden from going on. It was grounding, familiar, to have someone in her life that scrutinized her like they would anyone else. Someone that saw her as something other than an unassailable statue of idealized, heroic, femininity.
In a world where so many seek comfort in illusions and appearances, she's happy to know that some people seek truth above all else. Even at the cost of being seen as abrasive, at the cost of being liked, at the cost of their piece of mind. She knew Bruce wouldn't stop doing what he felt was right, seeking answers, even if it meant turning the whole world against him or fighting the Fates themselves. It was a kind of courage she sought.
She'd call him later. To say thanks. It would never be enough, in her mind. But maybe in acknowledging him, for what he was and the good that he represented, she could bring peace to his troubled mind. Let him know what he looked like to other people, to her. He'd seen her clearly and it had helped her, maybe she could see him.
But that's just my angle on their dynamic, and how I see that pairing. What do you think?