Clark stepped away from the now dead aliens and watched Diana, inquiring, "Will you at least say goodbye first?"

Diana without hesitation. Ran into his arms, her eyes met his blue eyes and she smiled, "Of course I will. I owe you that much for taking off before without any word."

Before Clark were to say anything in return, his lips were held fast by Diana's. Hers moulded perfectly against his full ones. Strange enough, as his hand found the back of her neck and the base of her head, her hair stringing smoothly through his slender larger fingers. A burning desire greeted him and the light light need to say goodbye turned into something more intense. Though he fought for control, he knew Diana knew little about what came after a kiss. He meant to bring it up with her but didn't know how.

There was a time when he believed Trevor was her first. When he confronted the Cornel his initial hypothesis was wrong. The prideful purity she has, would more often than not, steer away relished sexual men but with him the thought of it was nerve wrecking as his mind fought for control, to hold back was something he never expected nor ever needed to. Sure he's been with an innocent woman before but never had he been so nervous.

Clark could only guess that maybe because it was a Human woman at the time with only little self-defence, someone, was not as intimidating, to him someone who can handle rounds of fired bullets with ease. Diana on the other hand, if felt threatened, would lock him into a painful hold that he was sure wouldn't be a turn on in anyway. With as much inner strength he could muster, Clark slowly edged away from Diana who regarded him with an all too familiar dazed expression. 'Way to be careful. Clark!' he thought, bitterly. "You should aid your sisters," Clark managed keeping his voice light before his face moulded into an unreadable expression. He stepped from the Amazon and released his hold.

Diana oblivious to his internal torment, pecked him lightly on the cheek, "Of course, thank you. I'll be back as soon as I can." She ran towards the cliff and leaped into the air.

"Diana." Clark called after her. She turned her body wistfully in air and regarded her ever devotional partner. "Please . . . be careful." The look in her eyes gave her a nervous sensation one she never experienced before the butterflies in her stomach went ramped. Something she was sure she wouldn't have expected but feared to see again – it was fear not for her but fear for what he couldn't control around her or so she concurred.

So instead, she tried to comfort him in the only way she knows how.

"You forget, I'm the champion of the Amazons. No warrior has gotten past me and none ever will. I shall return shortly." She turned her back to him and flew towards Paradise Island. 'Home,' she thought, 'I wonder how the others have faired. I'll soon get my answer. Regardless, of that. Clark for a moment seemed strained. Perhaps I should cook him dinner when all this is over. It just maybe the tension of war.'

*.*

"Woah!" Flash jumped. The many aliens flew towards them as base sirens sprang throughout the vicinity piercing loudly the air of hostility. Energy whips and bullets showered him as he dodged and zipped passed them. "They're actually trying to kill me." he muttered, annoyed.

Hal on the other hand rolled his eyes. "Honestly, you think there here for a hot cup of Joe."

The Fastest Man Alive barked, "No. Of course not!" Barry wandered slowly towards Hal. Their backs pressed inches from each other. "I just hoped they were I don't know trying to take over the world."

"That just maybe what they want to do but regardless. To conquer something, you need to eliminate all threats that would stop or halt your chances."