A/N: I suppose I should say that all rights to the characters…blah blah blah…DC Comics. Okay, now that the disclaimer's done. I wanted to thank my readers. I'm sorry it took so long. I really had to think this one through. Also, I've been really busy with my night class, and I graduated high school. It was fun. I was the salutatorian and I used a Wonder Woman quote in my speech. If anyone cares I'll send you the quote.

Diana was a born warrior. She'd been taught to take action and apologize later. She never had regrets. Even in her decision to bring her friends to Themiscrya, she had no remorse. She did what was right no matter what.

All it took was one mission for her to truly feel guilty. Steve Trevor was brave, brash, and handsome—everything a woman could want in a man. She wasn't expecting his first kiss, but it was pleasurable. The second kiss—she wasn't sure if it meant anything or not. He was from a different time period. It would never work, although she knew they had the technology to make it possible. She was not going to unravel the very time/space continuum for a love interest.

Still, the kiss had felt right. But, she felt guilty for leading him on. She knew that she would have to return. Well, he knew that. She told him the kiss was in case she didn't see him again. Even now, in her time, she enjoyed her visits with him. He couldn't be a lover, but he was a great friend. She knew that she would forever be his angel.

No, she had no regrets in kissing him, but there was a lingering doubt. Something felt wrong, almost out of place.

Diana couldn't put her finger on it even as she walked into the kitchen of the Watchtower. She smiled as she saw Batman, sitting with his coffee mug, "It's been awhile."

He smirked, "No, we haven't had coffee together in awhile. You've been busy with your friend, Steve Trevor."

That's when it hit her. She felt a wave of guilt wash over her unlike ever before. Despite the smirk, she had caught the hint of anger in his voice. Could the great Batman be jealous?

"You're jealous of a sixty-year-old man," it was Diana's turn to smirk.

Unfortunately, that smirk soon faded as Bruce stepped closer to her. She backed up, finding herself pressed against the wall, "Let's just say I'm very protective of my princess."

Diana smiled as Bruce retreated into the shadows. He'd called her his. Long ago, she would have been offended and punched him, but she found it sweet. She no longer felt guilty when she realized that she preferred being his princess to being an angel.