With a loud whoosh, Black Canary's body propelled through the flames and she prepared to catapult through the thirtieth-floor window of the burning skyscraper.

The whole time she pondered whether she'd have the time or the inclination to shave her legs before meeting Green Arrow later in the evening. Ollie, who was suffering from post-infidelity guilt…if that were possible at all…

"…..krack…." Black Canary's reflexes took over, moving her out of harm's way even as her brain dimly registered the fierce Amazon princess in front of her whose quick kick only hit the pillar next to her.

"Whoosh!" Black Canary managed to use her famed kick, expertly hitting Wonder Woman under her chin, knocking her off her feet for an instant. Black Canary smiled inside as her thoughts raced, shifting gear swiftly from her beauty preparations, "….something is bothering the Princess…her reflexes are usually much sharper."

"..hssssssssssssssst!" Superman's heat vision deflected off Wonder Woman's bracelets, hitting the wall to her right. Black Canary sprang out of the way just in time to avoid being hit by the rebound of heat vision.

"…whopmh…!" Wonder Woman's fists slammed into Superman's chest with all the strength of Hercules, causing him to fly backwards with the momentum.

Superman winced as he hit the ground backwards and the floor of the JLA's training room, dubbed The Kitchen, shifted ever so slightly to absorb the impact of his body. Superman lost his super control for a scant second as he made contact with the floor and his eyes flashed red as his heat vision shot out again.

"whisssssssssssssss!"

"...Ahhhhhhhhhh!"

Wonder Woman was too focused on thinking about whether she had hurt Kal to notice the heat vision coming her way. It was an error she had never made.

The pain was instantaneous, horrific, consuming. Her arm felt as though it had been skinned and then dipped in hot oil. Her skin was on fire, the flames shooting down to her bone. Her response was just as instantaneous. Her stomach lurched, her head spun, and her vision blurred. She was immortal, not invulnerable.

Wonder Woman's warrior training came to the fore and she would have leapt at Superman, lashing out at him in anger and agony, if the Manhunter hadn't suddenly turned off the controls of The Kitchen to break the simulation, allowing them to rush to her aid.

Black Canary was already running towards Wonder Woman, but Superman was there first, scooping her up, holding her close to his chest, murmuring words of apology and regret.

Sweet Mother Gaea, the excruciating agony wouldn't let up. After the first spasm of wrenching pain, her skin began to throb and pulsate, and her arm felt as though hot embers were embedded in her wounds. Arching her back against Superman, Wonder Woman took deep, gasping breaths, squeezed her eyes shut to hold her tears back, clenched her jaw tight so she wouldn't scream out loud, and gripped Superman's hand with all her might.

Had he shown her a glimmer of sympathy, she would have broken down and sobbed like a baby, but when she looked at him for help and saw his calm, dispassionate expression, she was able to regain her control.

Wonder Woman forced herself to clam down, used every last bit of her Amazon training to bring her emotions under control. But she couldn't stop squeezing Superman's hand, though Hera knew she tried. Just when she was certain she couldn't take another second of the pain, it began to ease.

She felt J'onn's presence before she heard him.

"The worst is over, Princess", J'onn whispered in a voice inside her head. "Relax as we take you to the Medic to put some soothing cream on your skin and wrap it up tight. I'll help you ease the pain."

Wonder Woman stared in front of her, focusing her mind's eye on Themyscira, praying to Athena to give her strength. She'd never taken a blast from Superman's heat vision before and she'd just received the full force of it, not the measured impact that he controlled usually.

As Wonder Woman allowed J'onn to review her arm, she was grateful for his consideration in telepathically helping to deal with the pain. She was conscious that the arm wouldn't perhaps heal completely from J'onn's ministrations and she'd need to visit Themyscira to allow Euboea to work her magic on it.

The Manhunter worked quickly, and within minutes Wonder Woman's arm was covered in a thick white ointment and then wrapped from elbow to wrist. It was awkward work, for Wonder Woman still held onto Superman's hand. Now that the pain was bearable, she realized he was rubbing her palm with his thumb. His countenance hadn't changed, but the little caress had a powerful effect.

Neither of them was wearing gloves, and the sensation of his bare flesh on hers sent different kind of heat waves rocketing through her body. From the hitch in Superman's breathing, Diana was certain he had felt something similar.

But she had to school her thoughts. Restrain her desire for him. Superman had been honest enough with her. He had vows to keep.

After J'onn tied the ends of the bandage at her wrist, Wonder Woman took one last calming breath and finally pulled her hand away from Superman's.

"There, it's done," J'onn said. "You'll be fit again tomorrow. Please try not to get the injury wet for a couple of days."

Wonder Woman nodded and thanked the Manhunter for helping to assuage her pain.

"If you'll excuse me for a moment," she began as she slowly stood up. Black Canary took hold of her elbow and helped her. Wonder Woman sagged against her, slowly righted herself, and then left the Medic.

Superman frowned with concern as he watched her leave. The Manhunter watched the Man of Steel closely.

Superman had been so fraught with anxiety and remorse that he had neglected to use his x-ray vision to ascertain the extent of Diana's injuries.

That was unlike Superman.