Diana is aware of the Batman and, at best, vaguely of those he calls his family. It had become abundantly clear upon her first meeting with Batman that he knew far more about her than she did about him, and the knowledge imbalance was difficult to ignore. Since then, she has learned bits and pieces about "herself" in other people's worlds, though none of it particularly bothers her. They are not the same person, so she does not let herself be bothered by what this other version of her may or may not have done.

At the moment, she's righting some hay-filled dummies that got knocked over during the last bout. Seeing Dylan and his friends so interested in the arts of battle warms her heart, and reminds her of the enthusiasm she held for it in her own youth. She turns towards the young man who has approached her, a smile on her lips even before she sees that he's already picked up a practice sword. She sizes him up briefly, from head-to-toe, and nods. Sadly, there isn't a flicker of recognition in her expression, but it's clear she's still pleased to see him.

"Of course." Diana lopes over to the rack holding the weapons, and selects one for herself. "Have you fought before?" She turns to face him again, and raises an eyebrow on her second look. "You look like you have."