Superman was standing with his back to the doorway, talking with the rest of the Leaguers, when he picked up the increased pace of Diana's heartbeat. He had a perfect view of several heroes' jaws dropping in unison.

What on earth? He thought, turning around, and then he felt his own jaw drop as a vision of loveliness floated through the door.

Great Rao! Was it possible that was actually Diana? He shook his head, trying to reconcile his memories with the stunning woman before him.

She was easily the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. He had always known it. Now, here was proof before his eyes.

He took an involuntary step forward, needing to see her more clearly, not using his super vision out of habit. She was more than beautiful. She was gorgeous, though not just in the classical sense. It wasn't only her beauty that drew attention. Diana was radiant, glowing with innocence and promise.

She was, in a word, enchanting. She certainly had all the males in the Council Room on the JLA satellite under her spell.

When Diana reached the last step of her journey, Bruce took her hand and led her to Green Lantern standing in front of them, drawing a collective sigh of admiration and envy from every male present.

They leaned forward to watch her, drawn to her like moths to a flame.

Or dogs to a bone, Superman, looking at the faces of the men around him.

Plas resembled nothing so much as a sick puppy dog. And Ollie was practically slavering; Superman followed Ollie's line of vision to where Diana's breasts threatened to spill from her gown.

Rao! That was a mistake. And he was a married man.

The emotions jolted him, struck him and left him reeling. Superman felt rather as he did upon leaving the training room in the JLA satellite after a particularly grueling session under the simulation of a red sun's rays with Batman – outsmarted, battered, and not quite steady on his feet.

He didn't like it.

Not one bit.

"My God," he overheard Wally say laughingly to the others around him. "It's worth getting married to have that waiting in your bed."

Superman saw red. He wanted nothing more than to smash Wally's face in and beat him to a bloody pulp.

He didn't even realize he had drawn back his clenched fist in preparation, when he felt a hand descend on his forearm.

He whirled around, ready to vent his anger on whoever had dared to interfere, and was shocked to see it was Donna.

He was so shocked that he let himself be dragged to the opposite end of the Council Room before he dug in his heels.

"Great Rao, Donna, did you hear what he—"

"I heard." Donna nodded grimly. "I heard and, like you, I would like nothing better than to rearrange his face, but you can't start a fight. My mother would kill us."

Superman felt some of the tension seep out of his shoulders. "You're right, of course. I don't know what I was thinking."

"You weren't," Donna stated bluntly, winning a rueful smile from Superman. "And neither was Wally." Superman's smile faded.

"But then again, to give her credit, Diana does seem to have that effect on men."

Superman looked over at Diana, who was smiling serenely at the crowd of heroes gathered around, and rolled his eyes, "Thank Rao, as her friend and colleague, I, at least, am immune to it."

Donna's face grew positively grim. "Superman, for someone with super intelligence, you are a fool."

She flounced off, leaving Superman staring after her in bemusement.

The soft glow of the moon's light filtered through the clear walls of the Council room, casting shadows that shimmered and shifted as the light was reflected from the objects.

Surreal, Diana thought. That was the word for it. Everything felt like a dream.

The wedding.

Oh Sweet Aphrodite, she was getting married. To Bruce Wayne. To the Batman.

In the Council Room of the JLA Headquarters.

It was nothing she had ever hoped for, and yet it resembled everything she had planned. Not that she'd had it planned, per se, but she had expected that people would be smiling. Instead, her mother and Donna were looking decidedly un-Un-Amazon-like and tearful, Cassie was glowering at the groom, who had the definite air of a man facing Darkseid, and Hal's lips were fixed in an unusual sanctimonious frown. The question of who was going to perform the ceremony had been solved when Bruce remembered that Green Lantern could do it. In Green Lantern's Hal Jordan persona he was a Special Executive Magistrate with the authority to conduct marriages. It helped to make this all perfectly legal and binding.

And legal and binding was what she needed just now. If only to keep Ares at bay.

She hadn't expected many of her sisters to be present, with the venue that they had chosen, but Bruce and J'onn had fixed up a media channel that allowed them to watch the event on Themyscira.

If she had known her wedding was going to be so gloomy, she would have worn black, Diana thought irritably, fighting a desire to change back into her uniform. At least, she would have matched her groom.

The classical Grecian gown in brilliant blue and white seemed distinctly out of place. She bravely pasted a bright smile upon her face, but it faltered when Hal asked Bruce, "Will you take this woman to be your wedded wife? Will you love her, comfort her, honor, and keep her in sickness and in health; and, forsaking all others, keep yourself only unto her, so long as you both shall live?"

She turned toward Bruce. With his cape and cowl, (he had refused to wear anything else), he looked much the same as she had always seen him. Though, perhaps there was a tick in his jaw that she had never seen before.

The thought that he would soon be her husband left her breathless. Oh, she knew that the laws of the state dictated it would be joint responsibility, but to be married, to belong to a man….

She pulled herself together. That was her old-fashioned Amazon upbringing. She doubted that Bruce would think she belonged to him. And if he did, well, she would be happy to help change his thinking.

Thank Athena, the ceremony was not on Themyscira. Her mother would have insisted on performing the ancient rite that held that it was the woman who became her husband's property. By that reasoning, she would belong to her husband, her lord and master just the same as his estate and cars belonged to him. That would have been impossible to live with. And truth to tell, Bruce had been uncomfortable with such a ceremony too.

After an interminable moment of silence, when the awful thought crossed her mind that Bruce might shake his head and walk away, his voice was strong and deep as he finally said, "I will."

Although she cringed a bit when Hal asked her a similar question, Diana said, "I will," without hesitation.

Hal now reached the part about the exchange of rings. A movement behind Bruce caught her eye, and kept it there. Superman was just behind Bruce, standing up for him as his Best Man, as Donna and Cassie were her own Maids of Honour.

She noticed the taut line of Kal's jaw. It seemed as if he had a nervous tick too and it was pulsating rather madly.

Hal had already asked for the rings, but Kal just couldn't seem to find them in his cape. Diana was beginning to wonder if she was going to have to go over and help him locate the rings, when Bruce turned and gently, but firmly took her hand.

Donna walked to Superman and unceremoniously dug her hands into his cape, pushing aside Superman's hands. Superman reluctantly relaxed his hold, but before he handed over the rings to Bruce, he moved at super speed, rendering him completely invisible to all who had gathered there to whisper into Diana's ear, "No matter what, I'll always be there for you. Remember that."

That almost destroyed Diana's composure. She almost gave into the hysteria that was threatening to swamp her, but for the slight pressure of Bruce's hand. She knew, just knew, that Bruce was frowning beneath his cowl.

Hal cleared his throat and determinedly continued with the ceremony. They each solemnly repeated their vows, but when Bruce slipped the ring on her finger, Diana saw the telltale tightness of his lips that meant he was holding his emotions in check.

Diana paused to admire her ring, a deep blue sapphire surrounded by a circle of sparkling diamonds. "Thank you," she whispered. "It's beautiful."

He muttered something incomprehensible and male, which she interpreted as "You're welcome," and then Hal was pronouncing them man and wife.

Before she knew it, she was married and a cry rang out, asking Bruce to kiss the bride.

Diana thought she heard Superman growl, but then Bruce's lips descended on hers, a brief, firm pressure before he pulled away.