Disclaimers Note: I Do Not Own Justice League or Justice League Unlimited.

Authors Note: No clue whatsoever to do with these two. Ideas would be great and I'll happily look at them. I was basing them strictly on a friendship thing-for now. Also, someone asked if I was going to go on with what I've written. I might just do that but I haven't decided. It seems everyone is interested in a longer, full story. I will keep you updated on it. However, if I do decide to pursue these two as a couple, I think it would be very good. Not many people do anything with them. Thank you for your time.

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Diana

No matter how much a heart can break, never stop loving because there is still the dream of someone that will love you back.

Princess Diana of Themescara sat in her quarters, sitting across from her large window out looking the empty black space with faraway stars.

She knew.

How could she not see?

Diana couldn't help but laugh that it was in part, her fault, for Bruce falling for her best friend.

Shayera.

The Amazon princess slouched against her plush chair, her hair cascading down her shoulders. She wore a pink silk nightgown that had black lace along the hem and straps. She had dressed for sleep but she couldn't really close her eyes.

Her mind kept wondering off.

It wasn't that she didn't care.

Diana really did love him but…things change.

Diana really did love Bruce but…both hearts had gone astray.

Maybe it was he.

Maybe it was her.

Diana smiled a little to herself. She wasn't angry with him, just sad that they left each other on bad terms.

Well, Diana had left Bruce with a slap to the face.

Bruce wouldn't give his all and Diana was tired of the hurt and the runaround and the wait.

Diana left with a broken heart and tears.

That was a month ago and now she sat knowing the man she thought she loved, was with another woman other than her.

And to her own amazement, it didn't bother Diana a bit.

It made her somewhat-happy.

Diana pulled her knees to her, crossing them both underneath her.

Bruce was finally letting go of his heart.

And Diana was happy for him.

Diana couldn't help but curl up and cry. She placed her forehead against her knees that she brought to meet her chest and let her tears fall endlessly and carelessly.

Why couldn't he have loved her?

Why was it so hard for him to give his heart to Diana but it was so easy to give to another?

"Damn him and his damned heart!" Diana cried.

She just wanted to go away but then-

Where to go?

Whom to go to?

Diana's tears ran for what felt like an eternity but she finally calmed herself down. She looked up to see her drenched reflection in the window.

She felt so pathetic.

She looked at her blue eyes, swollen and tired from endless stress and tears. Her hair was bungled, thrown up in a messy bun that she slopped together right as she got to her room.

"You have to pull yourself together." Diana muttered to herself, upset that she was letting some man get to her.

But this was no ordinary man.

This was a dark, passionate man. With a touch could drive you wild or a look your way that sent your skin to perspire.

This was a mysterious, cold man. He could make you cry with a one word or belittle you with a flick of a hand.

Diana crawled from her flushed chair and to her bed, passing by clothes and shoes that she had thrown. She didn't feel like putting them up when she found out about-

Diana wasn't really mad, really.

It just hurt.

Diana loved Bruce and Shayera both. Diana didn't blame Shayera whatsoever.

Shayera knew nothing about Bruce's love for her, Shayera walked around just the same. When Shayera looked at Bruce, it wasn't the same way Bruce had.

However, it was just about time.

Shayera was a stubborn and oblivious woman when it came to such emotions.

Diana blinked as she remembered Shayera snoring while watching one of Diana's favorite romantic movies.

Diana laughed.

No, she was not mad at Shayera.

It wasn't really Shayera's fault that Bruce fell for her.

In other words, Shayera didn't plan to steal the man of darkness from Diana.

Diana's laughter faded away as she sat on the floor, in the middle of her heap of clothes.

But she really needed some comfort-and some sleep.

Diana sighed as she stood and went to her door. She opened it, looked around, and then proceeded when she didn't see anyone near. She was glad that the room was so close.

Diana reached the room and pressed in the code that she knew by heart.

The doors opened and she stepped inside and then closed it behind her. She walked over to a large bed to the side of the room. Diana smiled upon hearing the figure sleeping in the bed mutter.

Diana kneeled on the bed and shook the person awake.

The person growled, turning around with a scowl.

Diana smiled, despite the glare she was receiving.

"Clark," Diana said groggily. "Scoot over."

Clark was one-third tired, a one-third confused, and a one-third mad. His usually clean cut hair was ruffled and deep, dark eyes with question. He had on a gray t-shirt and black-athletic shorts.

Clark rolled over as he said with a tired voice, "You do this all the time. I wish you could bother someone else, like Wally. He'd love that. Or Bruce. Seeing you would make him a better person in the mourning-"

Diana's eyes began to water once again, which finally grabbed Clark's attention.

"What's wrong?" Clark said, sitting up as Diana just slid next to him.

"You are such a bonehead, Clark." Diana cried. "So ignorant…"

Clark, not really understanding the situation, lifted the beauty into his arms. Diana, glad for the warmth, cried her eyes out as she wrapped her arms around him.

No matter how much a heart can break, never stop loving because there is still the dream of someone that will love you back.

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