"Behind all your stories is always your mother's story. Because hers is where yours begin."

Mitch Albom, For One More Day

"Master Bruce, the Russian Military is approaching, you and the rest of the team may want to leave the area quickly." Alfred's calm voice sounded over everyone's earpieces.

Bruce looked at the team, "I think that is our cue to leave, Diana?"

Diana looked at her team, smiling, "Everyone, on board. We need to go, now."

The team entered the transport and settled in for the flight back to Gotham. They sat together in a group, except for Clark who moved towards the back of the transport to sit by himself.

The plane launched slowly into the sky and turned towards Gotham as the group recounted the battle they had won.


An hour into the flight, Arthur and Barry were asleep in their seats and Victor was talking to his father, Kara was sitting discussing things with Bruce and Diana, when the dark-haired princess looked towards her cousin, then back at her.

Kara sighed dramatically and stood up, walking towards her fellow Kryptonian. "Clark, can-can we talk?"

Clark jumped. He had been so focused on the world outside the window of the plane, he failed to notice his blonde cousin's approach. Looking up, with tired eyes, he nodded and pointed at the seat across from him.

Kara sat down across from her cousin, "Clark, I-I wanted to apologize."

Clark looked at Kara, a confused reaction plastered to his face, "I don't understand."

"I," Kara paused, biting her lip and playing with the edge of her cape, "I have never considered what you might have gone through, how you adjusted as you got older. It's why your parents and mine decided I should be here with you."

"Ma and Pa were so scared when my powers started to manifest. I was around seven years old, and suddenly I could see through walls and people, and my hearing. The noises were terrifying," Clark turned and stared out the window, "they didn't understand what I was going through or how to help me adjust."

"That's why I was supposed to be here," Kara whispered. "They, my parents and yours, they told me, we would be different, that we would have powers. My mother, Alura, said they would be gifts. Without me there to teach you, to help you, you had to learn on your own, suffering all by yourself without anyone who could understand."

"How did you adjust?" Clark asked, "Was it just easier for you?"

"You could say that; Myri, my adopted mother, and all my sisters, they accepted my gifts, and they insisted that I never hide them," Kara smiled at the memory, "they wanted me to live up to my full potential."

"So you grew up using your powers?" Clark asked, shocked by Kara's admission.

The blonde smiled brighter, "I was flying within the first week that I was on Themyscira, my other powers developed quickly, and with each one, my sisters helped me practice how to use it. By my arrival day, all my powers were fully developed and Rao granted me my mark."

"Rao is the Kryptonian sun god?" Clark clarified.

"You really don't know anything about your heritage?" Kara asked, surprised.

"When I visited the Kryptonian ship, it tried to teach me. But honestly, I just wanted to learn to control and harness my powers," Clark admitted. "I just wanted to make the world a better place."

"Do you want to learn about Krypton?" Kara asked, holding her breath.

"Kara," Clark smiled, "I was raised Protestant. My fiance is an Earthling. I never knew my parents or the world I come from. I'm sorry, but I am happy not knowing about Krypton."

"Would you like to know me?" Kara asked, her fingers tightening around one another, squeezing.

"Our memories say we are family, Kara, and my parents; they raised me to appreciate family," he paused and smiled at Supergirl, "you will always be welcome in my home, cousin."

Kara smiled sadly and relaxed her hands, then she looked at her cousin, seeing the smile of her uncle and the fierce blue eyes of her aunt in his face, "thank you, Clark."

Superman reached for Kara's hand, "Maybe you can teach me how to fight and be part of a team."

Kara took his hand, "I would like that..."


Through Kara's eyes, Clark saw

Myri and Alura the mothers she missed so much

Meeting Rao and accepting her mark, embracing her heritage

Flying for the first time

Sparring with her sisters, her first hunt, her first kill

Acceptance

Accepting his choice, and understanding.

Through Clark's eyes, Kara could see

Loving parents

Growing up

Working by his father's side

Walking to school with his mother

A diamond ring

A growing family, a baby's heartbeat

Acceptance

Accepting her choice, and understanding


"You will be a good father, Clark," Kara smiled as she watched surprise dawn on her cousin's face. "Lois will be an amazing mother."

Clark's mouth hung open as his cousin turned and walked towards Diana and Bruce.

As Kara reached Diana, she gently slipped her fingers into the dark-haired woman's hand, looking for security. Diana squeezed her fingers, then she looked over at Bruce, "Clark is going to lose his farm."


The plane set down early the next morning, and all the heroes disembarked, "Alfred is preparing breakfast upstairs for us, is anyone hungry?" Bruce asked, watching as everyone nodded, "How about we clean up, get changed, and get some food."

Everyone nodded and headed towards their quarters. Kara stood in the middle of the room, unsure of what to do. Diana smiled sweetly and held out her hand, "Come on, Kara, I might have something to fit you."

Kara accepted the hand and followed the princess to her quarters. As they entered the room, Diana led Kara into the bathroom and started the shower. "Here's a towel, and there are soaps in there for you to use," she said, pointing towards the stall. "I'll find something for you to wear."

Kara started to unbuckle her armor, slowly removing each piece, inspecting it, and placing it reverently onto the counter, her fingers traced the sigil as she checked the breastplate for damage. Princess Diana stood for a moment, momentarily forgetting to breathe as the beautiful blonde disrobed in front of her. Kara's body looked as if it had been sculpted from marble, and as she removed the leather wrap from her braid, Diana watched as the sun-bleached hair fell in easy waves over the captain's shoulders. 'By Zeus, she's beautiful,' Wonder Woman thought to herself.

Kara looked over her shoulder as she stepped into the running water, listening to Diana's breath catching. She smiled and closed the door, the fog covered window hiding her body from the princess, for the time being.

Diana stepped towards the suitcase resting against the chair on the far side of the room, 'get a grip' she thought loudly to herself. She hefted the bag easily onto the bed and opened it. Kara was just a little shorter than herself, but their builds were different. She dug down to the bottom and found a pair of jeans and a soft cashmere sweater almost the same blue as the warrior's eyes and felt her heartbeat speed up at the thought of those eyes. "Aphrodite, what are you doing to me?"

Diana felt and heard a gentle laugh, almost like a soft breeze, in a sing-song voice she had not heard since Themyscira. She shook her head and she caught herself smiling as she spoke, "we will talk, sister."

"Hope is coming, sister," the voice giggled, and Diana heard the shower door open. A few moments later, Kara exited the bathroom, the towel wrapped loosely around her. Her wet hair was curled around her neck and shoulders, and her blue eyes stood out against her tanned skin and Diana shuddered involuntarily. Kara noticed and smiled shyly.

"Are those for me, your highness?" Kara asked, nodding towards the clothing in Diana's hands.

Her voice sounded loud in the small room, and it caused Diana to look down at her hands and nod. She smiled behind the curtain of her dark hair, "yes, Captain, these are for you. I'm afraid I don't have any shoes that will fit you though."

"That's okay, I prefer to go barefooted anyway. My-I'm sorry, our sisters on the island tease me about it all the time," Kara smiled fondly, imagining the feel of grass between her toes and laughter of her fellow Amazons as she ran around the island.

Diana smiled back, "I was the same way. I always outgrew my sandals long before I could ever wear them out." Then she slid past Kara, their arms gently rubbing against each other. Kara held her breath until the door closed, then she shuddered as she released it and felt goosebumps form on the arm that had just touched Diana. "By Aphrodite's grace, that woman is amazing," Kara thought out loud.

Behind the bathroom door, Diana smiled as she overheard Supergirl's comment. Then she stepped into the shower.


The two women walked into the dining room to find all the men already sitting at the table. Five heads turned at once, then Bruce, Clark, and Arthur stood as they approached the table. Barry was so busy staring, he failed to realize what was happening until Victor poked him with his elbow. The two young men stood slowly as Bruce pulled out a chair for Diana and Arthur grabbed Kara's.

"Thank you, brother," Kara smiled as she seated herself and Arthur pushed the chair forward. "Is this normal in a man's world?"

"No, Kara," Clark laughed, "this is what happens when two beautiful women walk into a room and we are trying to make a good impression."

"So you do this for your Lois? And your mother?" Kara asked, blushing slightly at the compliment from her cousin.

"I forget to, more than I care to admit." Clark smiled back. "I need to get better."

Alfred picked that moment to roll in a large cart of food, stopping for a moment, admiring the two young women. "Miss Kara, I almost didn't recognize you without your braid and armor," he teased lightly.

Kara smiled, shaking her head and causing her blonde mane to whip around, "will you be joining us, Alfred?" She didn't wait for an answer, instead, she slid her chair closer to Diana's, making space for the older man.

Bruce looked to the man that had raised him and nodded, a large smile growing on his face, "of course he will, he is a member of our family."

Alfred took the offered seat and the group started to eat.

"Clark?" Diana asked, "Kara mentioned the farm."

"Ma, she couldn't make the mortgage without my help, and…," he paused a moment, staring up at the ceiling, "it's too late for me to fix it now."

Bruce coughed, covering a laugh, "Sorry, but, I might be able to help."

"Bruce, I couldn't, I wouldn't…" Clark stopped as he was interrupted by Arthur.

"Just say thank you, Clark," Aquaman smiled. "He will probably just…," Arthur stopped as Alfred interrupted.

"He will just buy the bank, Master Clark," the older man smiled.

All the heads turned towards Bruce. "What? It is one of my superpowers," he smiled.

The rest of the morning, the conversation moved from the battle to the future.

"Kara? Diana? Do you really believe this isn't over?" Barry asked, finally slowing down, and asking the question that was weighing heavily on his mind.

Kara started to answer, then Diana laid her hand on the young Captain's. "Artemis, she told me that this was only the first battle. This war is just beginning."

"We need to work together, be united. The tribes of men, the Kingdoms of Atlantis, and the Amazons of Themyscira. There can be no mercy in this war, we must be a sword of Justice." Kara said passionately.

"A league of nations, of people, standing together to protect our world and others that may be threatened, something like a team…," Victor thought for a moment, "a Justice League."

"To the Justice League!" Bruce said, holding his glass high.

"The Justice League!" Everyone responded.


Later that morning, Alfred, Bruce, Diana, and Kara made their way up to the old house. The aged chain sealing the front door was rusted, resisting the bolt cutters that Bruce was carrying. Finally, impatience reared its head and Kara stepped forward and grabbed the chain, crushing it to dust in her hands.

"Patience is a virtue, Miss Kara," Alfred smiled as she opened the door for the two men and her princess.

Kara smiled back, "Mother says the same thing, and Zyvesh, and Astra…"

"So all our sisters?" Diana laughed.

Kara hung her head in shame until she heard Diana's sharp intake of breath and looked up at the large room they had just entered.

"Must be a hundred, hundred-fifty feet," Bruce said smiling, as he waved his arms. "We'll need a large round table, there in the middle, with seven chairs."

Diana looked at Bruce, then turned her head and smiled at Kara who was leaning close to and whispering to Alfred, and added, "with room for more."

"With room for more…" Bruce smiled, looking over the room again.

Kara wandered into the room, looking around "this is as large as the palace on Themyscira."

Diana was so taken with Kara's fascination with the old manor, she didn't hear Bruce's question. He placed a hand softly on her shoulder and repeated his question, "do you and Kara want to go with us to Smallville?"

"Huh, oh, I don't know, I'll ask her," Diana responded absentmindedly and began to follow Kara.

"I believe Miss Diana may be a bit more taken with Captain Zor-El than I thought," Alfred said to the master of the house.

Bruce watched Diana as she walked away, "She is so much like Selina. She's beautiful and strong, so fiercely independent."

"And profoundly lost without someone to love, sir?" Alfred interjected; a small frown on his face at the sound of despair in Bruce's voice. "Miss Selina was astonishing."

"She was," Bruce turned and walked towards the windows on the far wall, looking across the yard of the large house, focusing on the mausoleum that housed his parents' remains, then his eyes shifted and focused on a smaller grave directly beside theirs. He could make out the carving of a black cat, sitting proudly on the tombstone, marking the location of the wonderful, amazing woman who had both stolen and broken his heart. "I miss you…," he whispered to a ghost no one else could see.


Diana found Kara standing in the upstairs hallway, admiring a large plate glass window. Once again she found herself staring open-mouthed at the beautiful woman. The glass filtered a rainbow of light across Kara's face, causing her eyes to sparkle as she tried to take in the beauty of Bruce's childhood home. "Kara," Diana said. She waited a moment for a response, then, "Captain Zor-El?"

Kara turned towards Diana and shivered as the sunlight played across Diana's skin. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and responded, "yes, your highness?"

"Bruce would like to know if we want to travel to Smallville with him and Clark?" Diana asked, smiling brightly.

"Do you mind, your high-Diana?" Kara asked, "I would like to see his mother and Lois again before we return home."

She couldn't help but smile, "I don't mind at all, Kara."


Several hours later, Smallville

Bruce's private jet touched down at the Smallville Airport and the group found a large SUV waiting for them as they disembarked. They loaded themselves in and, following Clark's directions, they drove towards the farm, making a quick stop at the local bank, so Bruce could run in and handle some business. Kara sat in the vehicle admiring the small town, looking up and down the streets. In some ways, it reminded her of home, the order, the people moving with a purpose from one place to another.

Bruce returned a few minutes later and took his place behind the wheel, and made their way to Clark's childhood home. As they drove down the long driveway, Kara looked out her window at the corn and wheat growing across the fields, once again reminded of Themyscira, this time seeing Astra's gardens.

The SUV rolled to a slow stop and they all stepped out, Kara's bare feet touching the soft sand of the driveway, causing her to smile and look around. She watched as movers were carrying furniture in the house and smirked as Diana came around the corner and tucked her arm into Kara's elbow. Together they followed Clark and Bruce towards the house. Stopping at the corner of the closest moving truck, Clark turned to Bruce, "How did you save the house?"

"Alfred was right, I bought the bank. That's why we had to stop, I had to sign off on a few things," Bruce laughed.

"Really?" Clark coughed.

"It's kind of a reflex for me," Bruce shrugged, watching as Lois and Martha made their way down the front stairs.

Both made their way to Clark, and he opened his arms as his mother hugged him tightly. They stood that way for several heartbeats and then Lois took her future mother-in-law's place.

Martha approached Kara, a large smile on her tanned face, "Young lady, thank you," she said as her grin broadened and her arms squeezed tightly around Kara's midsection, "you brought him home." Tears rolled down her cheeks, and she sniffled a bit before she continued, "if you ever need a place to stay or someone to talk to, you are always welcome here."

Kara smiled at Diana over the older woman's head, "thank you." She gently hugged Martha and felt her heart lift.

Lois came over a little bit later and hugged Kara, "Thank you Supergirl. Clark said you are returning home. Will you be coming back?"

"I do plan to return, to get to know my cousin and his family a little better. Especially your baby." Kara smiled excitedly...

"How do you know?" Lois asked, surprise evident in her voice, "I haven't told anyone yet, except Clark."

"One of my gifts," Kara paused for a moment, "I-I can see, I can share memories and Rao shows me glimpses of things that may-will happen." Kara stared at the ground for a moment, "I'm sorry, I'm not sure how to explain it."

"Will the baby be…?" Lois asked, hesitantly.

"Your daughter will be perfect, Lois," Kara said as she gripped the redhead's hands.

Lois released Kara's hands and they moved to her belly, "my daughter."


On the flight back to Gotham, Kara curled up on one of the seats and fell asleep. The young Amazon dreamed of her favorite spot, the sun setting over the ocean as she watched red lips and brown eyes move closer to her face.


Themyscira, the Royal Palace

Myri was standing on Hippolyta's balcony watching the sun as it set over the island. "Artemis, keep her safe, please?" As the prayer left her lips, she felt strong arms wrap around her midsection, pulling her close.

"Myri, are you okay, my sweet?" Lyta whispered into her ear.

Myri sighed heavily, "I miss her. I miss her terribly."

"I know, my love," Hippolyta whispered, looking out over the water, tracing the path that Diana's small boat had taken so many years before. She took a deep breath and released it slowly, hugging Myri even tighter.

Myri turned in Lyta's arms, kissing her softly before leaning her head on her lover's shoulder, "they are coming back."

With those words, the queen of the Amazon's lifted Myrinna in her arms and carried the still injured woman to their bed. She gently set her down and climbed in beside her, holding her close, until both women fell asleep.


Kara rolled over and stretched, feeling the soft cotton of the sheets on her bare skin. She rolled to her side, frowning at the height of the sun in the sky. She heard footsteps and sat up, catching Diana as she exited from the room next store.

"Finally up, Captain?" Diana smiled. "You know, I've only ever seen Nubia sleep as soundly as you."

"That green radiation has that effect on me," Kara admitted, rubbing her eyes, then reaching down and pulling the sheet up to cover her chest. "Have you seen my armor?"

"It's in your changing room," Diana answered, not even trying to hide her disappointment that Kara had covered up, "through that door," she pointed.

Kara noticed the shadow that crossed the beautiful face and stood, letting the sheet slide back to the bed, and padded across the room towards the door the princess had pointed at. "I realize her highness has been away from the island for some time. We still pursue what we want, Princess." As the words left her mouth, she disappeared through the door.

A blush reddened Diana's face, "What is wrong with me?" No answer came to her ears as she headed down the stairs.

Kara came down the stairs several minutes later, dressed in her armor and buckling on her sword. The group ate in silence and then they moved out to the front lawn.

While Diana said goodbye to Bruce, Kara talked with her new friends.

"Barry, remember what I told you," Kara spoke seriously as she hugged the red-clad speedster, "there is no shame in retreat, stay safe, Little Warrior."

Barry choked up, unable to speak as Victor walked up to the girl of steel, "Kara, it has been a pleasure." Then he held out his hand.

Taking his hand, Kara smiled, "I will see you again soon, my friend."

Arthur stepped up next, "Little sister, you have to come back."

A large smile came to Kara's face, "I will, brother."

Reaching into his pocket, Arthur pulled out a small gold coin and took Kara's upturned hand in his, "this is part of a matched set, I have one, and now you do, we can never be separated now. You may not be my sister by birth Kara Zor-El, but here," Arthur pointed to his chest, "but you are my sister, here."

Kara rolled the coin in her hand, smiled, and pulled Tarie out of her sheath, she held the sword tightly and slapped her palms together, causing the coin to sink into the hilt. "Now it can never be lost, brother."

"That's my girl. I'm always by your side, Kara. Never forget that, we…" Arthur looked around, holding his hands out towards their teammates, "are always here."

Kara slid Tarie back into her sheath and wrapped her arms around the large man, "thank you, Arthur, may Rao's light keep you safe and guide your path."

Arthur kissed the top of her head, "Safe travels and steady seas, little sister. If you ever need me, hold that coin and say my name, I'll come."

Kara smiled as they stepped out of each other's arms. She turned to Diana, "Are you ready to go home, your highness?"

"Yes," Diana smiled back. She watched as the blonde slowly rose into the air, her hair and cape fluttering in the wind. Diana closed her eyes, concentrating, then a slow smile came to her red lips as she rose from the ground and hovered next to her friend. "Lead on, Kara."

The men watched as the two women disappeared into the afternoon sky.


A group of Para-demons drug the remains of Steppenwolf into the throne room of Darkseid, the ruler of Apokolips.

The grey-skinned tyrant stood, and floated towards the body, causing the demons to withdraw in fear. "Something is missing," he growled. "Where are the boxes?"

"They were not among the remains, my lord," DeSaad, his chief torturer answered. "Neither was his ax or the helmet."

"The Kryptonian?" Darkseid asked.

"It is the only explanation, my lord," the smaller man responded.

"Send one of our spies," Darkseid ordered, "I want to know Superman's every movement."

"As you command, my lord," DeSaad bowed. Then he and the Para-demons left the room, leaving Darkseid with the remains of his uncle.

Darkseid stood still, a look of disgust on his face as he looked down on Steppenwolf's remains, "you were always a fool. You were so unable to recognize your own weaknesses." He growled as he kicked the body across the room. "You should have taken Earth, it should be preparing for my arrival. Now I have to conquer it myself."

Darkseid rose higher off the floor, slowly his eyes beginning to glow red as he focused on the body. "Your failure shall taint my house no more," he spoke angrily as he unleashed his Omega beams, dissolving the body of Steppenwolf to dust.


As they approached the island of Themyscira, Diana felt her chest tighten and her breathing and heart rate started to speed up. Kara paused in the air and moved closer to the princess, "Diana, what's wrong?"

"I never thought I would be able to come home, that it would be allowed," the dark-haired woman whispered.

Kara held out her hand and smiled, "it's time, your highness."

Both women shivered as their hands came together. Kara turned her head to hide the blush that was rising in her cheeks. 'It's so much easier when she isn't touching me,' the blonde thought to herself.

Diana was thinking the same thoughts when she heard Artemis' voice, singing. She looked at Kara and saw that sparkling smile as Kara turned towards the song and started to move forward.

She let Kara lead her through the tumultuous skies, listening to the sweet sound of her sister, the goddess of the hunt, as it led them closer and closer to the island.

And suddenly, without warning, the skies cleared and Kara came to a slow stop, allowing Diana to view the island from above. Diana released Kara's hand, looking down on her home for the first time in over one hundred years. "It's so beautiful," she said, as tears rolled down her cheeks. Kara smiled as she hovered behind the woman. She had seen the image so many times, she had become immune to how truly amazing her home was.

On the ground below the two women, Alexandra looked up and saw a flash of red in the sky. A large smile came to her face as she began to cry out, "Kara is back! She has returned! She's back, Kara's back!"

Nubia was walking towards the training grounds and heard the shout, she looked up and smiled at the flash of red, but she noticed not one, but two people floating above them. "Kara?" She asked aloud.

In the sky above, Kara smiled at the question, "I don't think Zyvesh told anyone you were coming home, your highness."

"This should be interesting," Diana responded, taking a deep breath and reaching for Kara's hand. "The Palace?"

"Yes, your highness." Kara smiled, as goosebumps ran up her arms.

Kara and Diana slowly descended into the courtyard, as the crowd of Amazons gasped at the return of their princess.

As Kara's boots touched the ground, the doors to the palace flew open, and her heart leaped in joy as she saw Myri leaning on her crutches, illuminated by the sunlight. "Mother!" She cried, as she jumped towards the woman and engulfed her in a hug. "Oh mother, I missed you so much."

"I've missed you too, my beautiful daughter," Myri smiled through the tears as her crutches fell to the stone steps and her arms wrapped around Kara's neck.

Hippolyta was standing just inside the door, smiling as Kara and Myri embraced, "I brought her Zyvesh, I brought her home."

Hippolyta's smile faltered and she turned her head towards the courtyard. Blue eyes met brown as she and Diana looked at one another. Her breath caught as Diana smiled, and Hippolyta fought back the tears she could feel forming in her eyes.

The Amazon's in the courtyard parted as Diana strode towards the steps. She measured her pace, breathing calmly, focusing on one step at a time, resisting the urge to run into her mother's arms. Hippolyta stood at the top of the stairs, willing herself to stand still, and wait for her daughter to come closer. She found herself counting steps as Diana approached. Finally, Diana took the last step and reached out with both hands. "Mother," Diana spoke, her voice cracked a bit, "I'm home."

A single tear rolled down Hippolyta's cheek as she grasped Diana's wrists, "finally, my child."


Minutes later, behind the closed door, out of sight of everyone except Kara and Myri, Hippolyta wrapped her arms around her daughter for the first time in a century. Diana's strong arms encircled her mother, and she felt decades of weight lifted off her shoulders. She was home, finally home.

At that moment, Apollo's light shone through the skylights, bathing Diana and her mother in golden rays of his light.


Myri squeezed Kara's arm and pulled, "Why don't we go to the kitchen and get a small snack and you can tell me about your adventure?"

Kara was so intent on Diana and Hippolyta, she failed to hear her mother until Myri pulled a second time on her arm, "What was that, mother?"

"Let's leave Diana and Lyta alone, okay?" Her mother responded.

"What? Oh, of course, what was I thinking," Kara smiled as she turned to face her mother.

"I wouldn't know daughter, you haven't taken your eyes off Diana since we closed the doors," Myri whispered, watching her daughter blush brightly.


Kara and Myri left the room, leaving mother and daughter alone.

As the two women departed, Diana and Hippolyta stepped apart, staring at one another, looking for any sign of change in the other. The only change that Diana could see was the weight of worry in her mother's blue eyes, a soft smile coming to her lips as she noticed how close in color they were to Kara's. Hippolyta noticed slight circles under her daughter's eyes, but then watched as a smile found its way to her lips, "What is so funny, daughter?"

Shaking her head and clearing her throat, Diana answered, "Nothing, mother. Someone crossed my mind." Then she peeked over her shoulder where Kara had been standing.

"I see," Hippolyta smiled, "shall I ask her to come back, to protect you from your wicked mother."

Turning back to face her mother, Diana's smile turned to a laugh as she attempted to hide the blush on her cheeks, "my mother is many things, but wicked is not one of them. I missed you so much." As the words left her mouth, she wrapped her arms around Hippolyta again.

"I'm so sorry, Diana," Hippolyta croaked as she hugged her daughter back, "I didn't know you could return."

"It's not your fault," Diana swallowed, "after Steve died, after I defeated Ares-I stopped talking to the gods." She stepped away from her mother and moved towards the balcony overlooking the bay. She stood, watching the sky change from blue to pink and orange as the sun started to set, her arms wrapped tightly around herself. "All this time, and I could have come home."

"Perhaps, if I had told you the truth about the godkiller?" Hippolyta questioned as she regally moved beside her daughter.

"Antiope tried to tell me, on the beach that day. She always told me I was stronger than I thought. Then she died and I felt so weak; like it was my fault. She protected me because of what I am…" Diana admitted, for the very first time, tears forming in her brown eyes.

"No! Diana." Hippolyta turned towards her daughter, "Antiope sacrificed herself because she loved you, just as I do. Godkiller or not, Diana, Antiope would not have hesitated to put herself between you and danger."

"Mother?" Diana questioned, at the passion in her mother's voice.

"Diana, my child," Hippolyta began, "after the gods were defeated and retreated to this dimension, Zeus knew that we would need a weapon to protect us from Ares. Antiope was our strongest warrior and I was to become queen. Zeus took a piece of Antiope's spirit and a piece of mine and combined them with his power, then allowed me to carry you within my body." As she spoke, the night of Diana's birth flashed through her mind…


Themyscira, The night Diana was born…

Hippolyta screamed as she pushed, feeling the baby's head finally pass.

"It's a girl," Eugenia stated as if there would have been any doubt. She then wrapped the infant in a soft blanket and handed her to the queen. The baby was hungry and latched on to Hippolyta, suckling softly.

Nia exited the queen's bedroom, and passed Antiope as she entered, "the baby is healthy?"

"Yes, General, she's perfect," Nia smiled.

Antiope smiled as she closed the door, "of course she is." Then she made her way across the room and sat down on the bed beside Hippolyta and the baby girl. "By Athena's grace, she's beautiful," she smiled as she took in the dark hair and chocolate eyes while the baby looked at her, curiosity already evident in her features.

"She doesn't look like either one of us," Hippolyta pouted.

"She has your nose," Antiope teased.

"And your appetite," Hippolyta laughed through her exhaustion.

"Can we name her Diana, after my mother?" Antiope asked, hesitantly. Then, with just a bit of hardness in her voice, "you have to raise her as your own, Lyta, no one can know she isn't of your blood."

Hippolyta looked at Antiope and nodded, then her eyes fixed on the brown eyes of their daughter, "welcome to Themyscira, Diana."


"What are you saying, Mother?" Diana's brow creased in confusion.

"You are the daughter of Antiope, just as much as you are mine," Hippolyta smiled.