Ivy fell asleep a mere twenty minutes into the movie, and Diana allows her to sleep through its entirety and even until the credits finish rolling, and they are the last in the theater. She is tempted to just carry her out, but when she lightly touches the redhead's arm to see how deep of a sleep she is in, the woman shifts and her pretty green eyes open.

"Hey," Diana smiles down on her. "Movie's over."

Ivy blinks slowly, and then sits up, looking about as she stretches. "Apparently. Were you just going to let me sleep until the next showing?"

"You were sleeping so soundly; I didn't want to disturb you."

"And now I'll be up all night." She pauses for a yawn.

"It takes all of fifteen minutes to get to the hotel, I'm sure you'll survive."

Diana insists that they leave arm in arm as Ivy seems a little dreamy after being awoken. When they return to their room, Ivy simply slips her bra off under her shirt and climbs into bed. She is asleep in seconds, but Diana feels a little restless. The run in with Cheetah had brought up lots of feelings, and while telling Ivy their history helped remove some of that weight, all Diana could think about during the movie was her old friend.

Why was she here? She wasn't usually a petty criminal. Could this be a part of the game? Could this just be a massive coincidence? Her thoughts are spiraling, and she blames it on the lack of work.

Usually she'd be moving on to the next crisis by now, or she'd have watch duty. Maybe she'd have a spare hour or two and she'd train individually or spar with some of the new recruits. She'd be doing something until she ran herself ragged and collapsed into bed. On her days off she'd be working out or reading or visiting friends both in and outside of the league.

This was precisely why Diana didn't take vacations. They gave her too much head space.

So, she went on a late-night run. It didn't give her much else to think about, but it was something her body at least could focus on. It was already late, so she decided to run hard rather than long. Her Amazonian speed and strength took her halfway around the city before she began to feel the runners high kick in, and she took it as her cue to return back to the hotel.

Halfway back it began to rain softly, and Diana relished the feeling of the cold droplets against her skin. She didn't appreciate it as much when she returned to the air-conditioned hotel. Hurrying back to their room, she quietly made her way to the bathroom to dry herself off and found a change of clothes to wear to bed. She was crossing the room when she was momentarily blinded. The blinds were open just enough that when lightning cracked across the sky, the entire room lit up.

She blinked a moment, her eyes still adjusting to the sudden light change, and then she noticed Ivy's sleeping form.

The redhead had been soundly asleep, stretched out along the length of the bed and lying on her stomach when she had left, but now she was on her side, and in such a tight fetal position that it seemed painful. Her brow occasionally furrowed, but she was still obviously asleep.

Was- was this normal for her? It didn't seem possible for such a position to be comfortable.

"Ivy?"

She let out a small whimper.

Diana approached the edge of the bed and reached for her shoulder. "Ivy, are you-"

As soon as her fingers touched the green woman's shoulder, Ivy's eyes flew open. She let out a ragged gasp and her entire body recoiled back. The response frightened Diana, so much so that she fell backwards.

"Christ, Diana?" Ivy doesn't immediately sound angry, but it builds up fast. "What the hell are you doing?!"

Diana fumbles a moment, suddenly unable to explain herself. "You were dreaming and seemed uncomfortable…"

"So, scaring me awake was your first fucking solution?"

"I didn't mean to frighten you." Diana stands slowly, because when the lightning flashes again she sees that Ivy's eyes are wide and wild, but while she sounded angry she didn't look it. She still seemed half asleep, so Diana decided to try something. "I'm sorry. I'm very sorry. Let's go back to bed."

Ivy is still jarred, and rightfully so, but she is quiet as Diana moves around the bed and settles down on her side. She waits until the redhead also lays back down, and within moments her breathing is even again. Thankfully, Ivy doesn't curl up in that awful position again, but it did leave Diana awake for hours, staring at the ceiling and wondering.

What caused her to sleep in such a way?

When morning broke Diana awoke alone. Worried she might have upset Ivy, she dressed quickly and went looking for her. She finds her on the roof again, sunbathing under the first light of the day.

"Morning," Ivy greets her easily, and for a long moment Diana isn't sure if she remembers what happened. "The museum opens early, but I wasn't sure how early you wanted to start."

"Let's get breakfast first before we plan anything else." Diana responds cautiously. "Do… you remember what happened last night?"

Ivy tilts her head to the side. "Did we do something memorable?"

Diana isn't sure if she should feel relieved or worried she didn't remember, but she has no reason to lie. "I think you were having a bad dream last night, and I scared you awake. I… wanted to apologize."

The green woman blinks for a moment, and she began to blush slightly. Diana's heart is suddenly in her throat as her mint green cheeks tinted emerald. "Oh, well, nightmares happen. Sorry if I worried you."

Diana shook her head. "I'm just glad you're alright."

Ivy stretched as she stood, the light blush disappearing as soon as it appeared. "Why wouldn't I be? If anything, you are the one who looks like you had a rough night. Come, let's go find a place to eat and get the day started. Maybe we'll get our clue sometime today?"

"Hopefully," She follows Ivy down the stairs and into the hotel again, trying not to notice how tense the redhead was as they retrieved their wallets from their room.

They found a small café close to the art museum for breakfast, and were one of the first guests through the doors when it opened. She can tell Ivy isn't super invested in the paintings and statues, but she listens anyways as Diana falls into tangents about certain artists or corrects a plaque about Greek architectural styles. And she doesn't give her that glassy eyed attention either.

Ivy is wholly focused on her words. Diana can see her mind mulling over rhetorical questions and how she leans in close to examine a small detail that is pointed out to her. She asks thoughtful questions when confused and even teaches Diana a thing or two about some of the chemical processes of art.

She tells Diana about the differences between plant based, animal based, and mineral based pigments, and she talks about the natural wear and tear some artifacts might have gone through due to certain climates. She even is able to explain different types of clay and what they might look like fired completely off the top of her head.

The museum is decently sized, and they end up taking lunch in the small cafeteria inside the museum. They managed to work their way through a large majority of the collection, and she could tell Ivy was beginning to tire of the experience. Diana didn't mind. She had humored her for the castle tour yesterday, so when they were done she suggested finding one of the spas earlier than they had planned.

"We should stop by a store quickly for a bathing suit, unless you want to go in your under ware." Ivy says, and so they find the closest store and pick out whatever's available in their sizes.

They arrive at the spa and Diana quickly fronts the bill, offering whatever treatments Ivy wanted as compensation for talking her ear off all morning. They end up choosing one of the simpler packages and are led away to change into their swim ware.

Diana pulls on her blue black two piece quickly and then is offered a powder pink robe and slippers. Ivy comes out of her changing room in a flattering green bikini. Every curve of her pale body is on full display and already Diana feels exhausted from this excursion. Ivy has braided her hair back and offers to do the same for Diana, who accepts quietly, barely able to find her own voice.

They are taken for massages first. Ivy opts for a full body massage, and Diana is tempted to follow her lead, but when the redhead suggests she do the deep tissue instead she doesn't argue. She's grateful for Ivy's suggestion when her masseur, a burly young man, works out every tight muscle and kink in her back, shoulders, and legs. Ivy has to hold her arm so she doesn't float away as they are sent to their first true treatment.

"Seems like you really enjoyed that." Ivy teases as she tosses some water onto the hot coals in the sauna.

"I don't think I've been able to move this well since I first left Themyscira." Diana rolled her shoulders and took in a deep breath of the steam.

"You sounded like you were eighty. I've never heard someone's shoulders crack so loudly. My masseuse thought your guy broke your back." Ivy's smile is charming as she settles onto the bench again.

"I am eighty," she fired back. "Well, at least eighty. And don't even pretend like the entire room didn't hear your neck crack when we got up."

The redhead gives a light laugh. "Says the immortal Amazon warrior. I just assumed you would stay limber in your old age."

The joking accusation strikes a cord within Diana, and yet… she's so at ease with Ivy's presence she confesses. "Demigod."

"Pardon?"

"I'm a demigod, actually. A daughter of Zeus, if you can believe it." Diana looks away, already knowing Ivy would probably be shocked.

"Really?" The woman is quiet for a moment. "No, you know what? That makes sense."

"Does it?" Diana lifts her head a little.

"Magical lasso, gift of flight, incredible strength and endurance…" Ivy lists off her fingers. "I've known a few of your Rogues, and I've met the Amazonian ambassador before- and seen her in action. She was strong, but you're on a whole other level."

She says it so matter of factly, as if it wasn't the most devastating news Diana had ever received in her life. "I didn't know until recently. All my life I had been told that I was sculped of clay by my mother on the beach of Themyscira. In reality, she had bedded Zeus while he was disguised as a mortal. It is by Hera's grace that I live, and her curse that I am destined to take Aries' thrown as the next god of War."

Silence fills the space between them as Ivy finally seems to understand the weight that had been placed upon her shoulders. She moves close and places a hand on Diana's knee.

"And yet what has this changed?"

Diana tilts her head as they lock eyes. "Sorry?"

"You're still Wonder Woman. You have no knew powers I heard of, and you don't look any different. Your destiny has been changed; maybe your future isn't what you thought it could be… but have you changed?"

They stare at each other for a moment, and then Diana couldn't help but smile. "No, I haven't."

"Well, then that's that." Ivy smiles as well, sitting back and retracting her hand. Diana can still feel her skin tingling from the contact.

"Are you sure you aren't the eighty-year-old?" Diana teased, wanting to lighten the air between them again. "That's some pretty sound wisdom."

Ivy gives a soft laugh, but Diana had seen her laugh often enough now that she recognized it wasn't genuine. It was too performed. Too perfect. "I'm not as young as everyone thinks, you know. I'll be pushing forty soon."

"Really?" Diana knows she's redirecting, but she doesn't press. "You don't look a day over twenty-five."

That… wasn't the right thing to say. She sees Ivy's eyes darken and her smile falter before she can turn away. "A blessing and a curse. I can still get free drinks at a bar, but my looks don't exactly inspire respect."

"How do you mean? Your game face is pretty terrifying." Diana tries to bring that smile back. It only half works.

"If only it worked before I became this. People find it hard to listen to the pretty girl. Some of my superiors found it hard to listen to girls in general." Ivy let out a heavy sigh, and it was Diana's turn to place a hand on the woman's knee. "Even afterwards only a select few people listened to me. It took a long time to get people to accept that I could hear the Green- that there even was a Green in the first place."

"The world is changing though." Diana soothed. "I hear every day about young minds joining the workforce and trying to bring about real change."

Ivy's eyes are distant, even as she watches the hand gently squeeze her knee. "Sometimes I think it will take the deaths of the older generations for anything to progress, but I fear the earth won't have that much time to wait."

Diana doesn't have a counter to that. Eventually, Ivy shakes off the dark clouds that have cast over her eyes and changes their conversation. The room still feels heavy, but eventually they are sent to a new room and they leave the weight of the future behind for now.

The rest of the spa experience is enjoyable, and when they leave Diana feels like she had been blessed with a brand-new body. It is too early for dinner, so they find a local park and simply walk around for a while.

It's remarkable how much talking they've done these past few days, and yet Diana hadn't become bored of any of their topics. Ivy was an incredibly intelligent woman who was more than willing to listen and learn about anything Diana offered to tell her about, and Diana was intrigued to hear about Ivy's interests and the knowledge she held.

They spoke about the Green, Themyscira, the Justice and Injustice Leagues, and even about their friends and relationships.

"You and Superman seem like the perfect pair though!" Ivy couldn't seem to fathom her break up with Clark, much to Diana's amusement. "God, imagine your kid! A Kryptonian and a Demigod, what a nightmare!"

"Sometimes it just doesn't work out." Diana couldn't hide her smile at the thought, which seemed so ridiculous now that Clark was married and Lois was pregnant with their child. "I'm not judging you for not being involved with Swampthing or Floronic Man."

Ivy made a face. "Swamp Thing's a mentor and father to me now, and Floronic man… let's just say he leaves a lot to be desired. I would have been interested in meeting the King of Petals, but again he's a no show. Depending on how he looked, I might have tried my luck with him."

It was almost the natural follow up to ask, but Diana still hesitated, and it was enough for Ivy to catch on and misunderstand.

"I'm not a fan of judgment, Diana." Ivy's mood quickly turned defensive when she opened her mouth to speak.

"No, I haven't the place to judge. Monogamous relationships are… rare on Themyscira. I was judged immensely for my past partners when I first came here- many of which I shared with my other sisters at the same time."

Ivy balked at that, then shook her head. "Right- Amazons are all 'sister' to you. Lord, I nearly asked if you were from Alabama or something."

"I won't judge your relationship with Harley or anyone else…" Diana began cautiously, pointedly ignoring the insinuation. "I just… wonder about it."

"Wonder about me?"

"You claim to hate humanity, yet you let a select few into your heart. It's… poetic, in a way."

Ivy tilted her head, and then looked away. "I… I've found that I am more human than I like to admit. There's a certain pleasure to be found within the arms of another. What about you, thought? You know far more about my love life than most of my friends, so it's only fair."

"Dating's a little hard with the life I choose to live." Diana admits. "I haven't been with anyone in a long time."

The redhead doesn't believe that for a moment, but after some light teasing, she makes a strange comment.

"Well, maybe you can rectify that soon." She says with a knowing smile.

Diana swears her heart tripped over its own beat.

Ivy changes the conversation immediately after, not allowing Diana to chase that conversation even through out dinner and as they turn in early for the night. The green woman is quick to fall asleep, leaving Diana alone with her spiraling thoughts again.

What in Hera's name was that supposed to mean?