A/N: Hello! Welcome to the final installment in this three-chapter series! Holy hell, this has been my favorite story to write in my five years of being a writer. My birthday is this month, so here's MY gift to you guys, haha. Enjoy!

"I'm gonna kill you!"

Diana seemed to charge at Circe in slow motion, flying directly at the sorceress. Her eyes glowed white as bolts of electricity trailed from them, growing in intensity as her grief-induced anger reached a dangerous peak.

The two collided into the wall, blowing right through it. They rolled and tumbled for a quarter of a mile, Diana being kicked off right before they came to a stop. Before she hit the ground, however, she was already throwing punches, scrambling through the dirt to her target.

"How dare you invade my deepest desires, you witch!" Diana shouted as she dodged a hit. "You had no right!"

Circe smirked. "You made it my right when you decided to interfere with my plans, child. You made yourself my enemy."

"You wanted to turn men into animals! That cannot happen!" Diana went in for a kick, only for the sorceress to get behind her and shoot a bolt of magic into her back, sending the princess face first into the ground.

"I didn't have to pull the desire from the darkest corners of your mind anyway," she cackled, pressing her foot onto the dazed Amazon's shoulder. She grabbed her wrist and, a second later, a sickening snap was heard.

Diana howled, only to be cut off by the same foot shoving her head into the dirt a second time. "I'm just getting started," she grinned.

A spot of blue and red appeared in the corner of her eye, causing her smile to widen in sheer delight. "I defeat you in a two-second battle, and I get to kill you in front of your lover? Oh, how the gods smile upon me today!"

The others assured Clark that they could handle Mongul, letting him fly to the two women. He got there just in time to see Diana's arm break, cringing at the sight. "Let her go," he growled.

Circe laughed. "Oh, you have no idea how much I dreamed of this day," she said as a ball of energy charged on her hand. "Almost as often as this bastard child here dreamed of…"

"You will speak of no such thing!" Diana growled under her foot, attempting to throw her off. Circe launched the energy ball into her back, burning her. As she tossed her head up to scream, her head was slammed down so hard that another disgusting crunch was heard.

Clark knew that her nose was broken now, and he quickly scanned his mind for ways to get Diana out of there before she was hurt further. "Circe, let's just talk about this," he said, taking a step towards them.

She glared at him, a streak of intense energy, appearing like a blue lightning flare, dancing around the tip of her finger. "It's a shame how her anger is her downfall," she said, ignoring Clark. "Had she attacked me while not angry, she would've been much better off.

"Then again, either way she can't have what she wants, which is why I decided to be such a good friend and give it to her," she continued.

Just what was her dream…?

"Unrequited love is such a painful reminder of your failure. The man of her dreams, taken by a lowlife reporter…"

Clark's eyes widened as he finally put the pieces together, a deathly silence falling on all three of them. Suddenly, with a shout, Diana finally overpowered Circe by swinging at her with her good arm, throwing her balance off. The second the witch's foot was off of her head, Diana climbed to her own, catching the falling woman in a chokehold.

"That wasn't your information to share," Diana hissed, tightening her grip around Circe's neck. "It wasn't for you to disclose, and now you're gonna pay."

Her killing intent could be sensed miles away, and it nearly overwhelmed Clark. "Diana! We do not kill!" he yelled, quickly moving closer to the two.

"Speak for yourself," the demigoddess snarled. She looked feral; her hair was wild from the fall, her left arm was limp at her side, and the blood from her nose dribbled off her chin.

"You only do when it's necessary," Clark countered. "You were trained to use force if necessary, not because you can!"

Diana stared at him as Circe quickly lost her breath, turning blue. He looked at her and tried to sound stern, but his eyes betrayed his emotions.

"Diana Prince! If you don't let her go, I promise to every single god ever to be thought of that you will pay!"

With an unhappy grunt, Diana let her go. Circe fell to the ground, small, weak breaths exiting her body. She was alive. Unconscious, but alive. Clark sighed in relief, rushing over to the pair. "Where are your bracers?" he asked as he lifted Circe in his arms.

Diana closed her eyes, holding her broken arm in her hands. "I managed to get them off right as she latched the Black Mercy on me," she admitted. "They're somewhere in what's left of my living quarters; I stumbled a bit as I tried to fight, so I'm not exactly certain."

Before anything else could be said, a deep scream rang through the air as a figure fell from the hole Diana made when she threw herself at Circe. "Mongul!" Clark hissed. Right as he was about to fly over he sae Bruce standing over the being, mouthing, he's under control. Used Wonder Woman's lasso. Don't worry.

Another crisis averted, thank Rao.

Now, all that was left was getting the sorceress and alien warlord back into custody, and getting treatment for Diana. Speaking of which, "Hey, is everything alright with you?" he asked. "I've never seen…"

She calmed down from her adrenaline high, the pupils of her eyes visible again. Flickers of lightning crackled when her anger spiked just a tad. "I'm fine, Superman. It was just a dream, nothing of your concern."

He had a feeling that it was, but he let it go. For now. "Fine. But you need to get to the Tower. Your arm and nose are broken, and I'm sure she seared a good part of your back. How you're standing right now is beyond me."

"Trust me, I definitely feel it," she winced. "However, I was taught as a child to fight through the pain, no matter the circumstances. Although it's been a few years since I had to worry about burns, a broken nose or arm is all too common for me."

While Bruce And Arthur handled Mongul, as well as treated him to a second round of his biggest desire, Hal, Barry and Vic stood with Clark and Diana. Hal used his ring to make a temporary cast for Diana's arm and nose, as well as a bandage for her back. "That should hold you over until you get treatment."

"I can definitely take care of that," Vic said. "Let's go."

Vic, Diana and Hal began to fly away, while Barry ran. Clark went over to Bruce and Arthur, still holding Circe. "We'll take care of her," Arthur said. "Lay her here." He pointed to a spot next to Mongul.

"Alright, we'll meet you two up at the Tower."

Arthur stepped away for a moment. That's when Bruce spoke. "You'll have to speak with her about it later."

Clark looked at him incredulously. "There's nothing to…"

"Do you really want to lie to the world's greatest detective?"

Of course, no matter what he says, Bruce would know if he was lying or not. Sighing, he ran a hand through his hair. "Fine. There is."

Bruce finished tying up Circe, standing up to face his friend. "As obvious as it was, it's about time you found out the truth. She's in love with you, she always has been."

"How come nobody told me?" he asked, frowning slightly. "Seems like everybody knew but me."

"Because you already have a girlfriend. The 'low life reporter'." He rested a hand on the Kryptonian's shoulder. "Go. Go be her friend right now, that's what she needs from you. She needs to realize that her best friend isn't going anywhere."

Clark nodded and, after gratefully thanking Bruce, flew off to meet up with the rest.

"There," Vic said, finishing the last of the gauze on her back. Her nose and arm were already taken cared of, as well as what remained of her injuries from before when she first was attacked. "A normal human would take months to recover from their injuries, but I suspect you'll only take a week or two at the most."

Diana smiled at him. "Thank you, Vic. I appreciate it."

They were in the medical ward of the Tower, a small yet packed room. She sat on one of the beds as Vic washed off the cloth he used to blot around her back. The door opened, and the pair turned their heads.

Vic grinned. "Clark, nice of you to stop by. Checking up on Diana?"

Clark nodded, flashing a smile of his own. He noticed that Diana's eyes were glued to the floor as she fiddled with the hardening cast around her arm. "Of course. She took quite a beating, so I'm simply making sure she's doing fine."

"I'll leave you two alone then." With that, Vic stepped out.

The moment the human cyborg left, the tension raised tenfold. Diana wouldn't look him in the eye, fiddling with her fingers. Meanwhile, Clark silently took a seat next to her, and he noticed her trembling slightly. "Hey, Di, look at me," he said softly, taking a hand into his.

Immediately, he heard her heart rate increase as she pulled her hand free, moving away. "I'm fine, Kal," she said sternly. "My injuries will heal in due time. I was instructed to take a minimum of two days off."

She knew that's not what he wanted to talk about. "Diana...what was your deepest desire?"

All color left her face. She sighed, as if she expected the question. "It is nothing you should be concerned of," she responded, finally locking eyes with him. Her lips were pulled into a tight, forced smile.

Clark frowned. "Circe mentioned me, and that 'lowlife reporter'." Diana's eyes widened as he continued, "Di...Do you have feelings for me?"

Her clear, blue eyes slowly became glassy as she visibly fought back tears, their gaze finally breaking as she tore them away. A few moments passed, and Clark asked the question again. Finally, she nodded slowly.

He could feel his own heart breaking for his best friend; he hated seeing her in pain, especially when he was the cause of it. "How long?"

"Ever since we met each other, you grabbed my interest," Diana admitted. "It was only a mere year ago when I realized that I was in love with you; beforehand, I was confused, so to pinpoint when exactly is difficult."

He could give a rough estimate; now that he looked back on it, she slowly began to act differently towards him. She would stare for just a bit longer, smile just a tad more, be slightly more eager to go with him on a mission, and so on. He noticed her intriguing mindset in his relationship with Lois morph into sheer disdain and what appeared to be uninterest.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he almost whispered.

Diana chuckled bitterly. "And say what? That I'm in love with my closest friend? I was fine before this, and I'll be fine when you forget about it."

She tried to walk away from him; he grabbed her good wrist, gently but firmly. "No, you're not," he said. "We still need to talk."

Slowly growing more hysterical, Diana threw her hand in the air. "Discuss what? How embarrassing to have a schoolgirl crush on you? How I kept it secret for damn near half a decade? How I should've just come out and said it? Listen to me, Clark," he winced when she said his human name, "I'm only going to say this once, and this will be the end of it. I am in love with you. I can't get you out of my mind, for Zeus's sake. When I picture myself years along the line, I imagine myself alongside you. It's always been you, and just you. You were the first one who admired me for my skills and personality instead of me being an Amazon. You wanted to learn more about me instead of the fact that I lived amongst an island of women. You wanted to trade techniques instead of pictures. You cared for me, treated me like a human instead of...Wonder Woman." The tears finally fell, and the last part she mumbled into a broken whisper, "And I lost you to the journalist."

He could tell that she was struggling to not break down sobbing, years of pent-up frustration and concealed emotions struggling to be released at once. He wanted to hug her, to hold her and tell her everything was alright, but he didn't know what to do. He didn't want to lie-Diana was definitely a person that could capture anyone's heart, but of all the people, she fell for him? The taken reporter?

Before either could say anything else, Vic knocked on the door. Luckily, Diana's back was to him. "Superman, your fiance is calling," he announced. "I patched her over to this room, just bring her up on the screen."

"Thank you." He cast Diana a look, but she was already backing away from him toward the exit. He sighed, pulling the screen up.

The moment Lois's steely eyes appeared, it was evident that she was about to raise several flavors of hell with Clark, she caught Diana's tattered uniform, and her anger increased. "Oh, you can tend to the bitch, but you can't come home to me?"

In the seconds that followed, you could hear a pin drop in the room. Clark's breath hitched in his throat as he saw Diana pause, slowly turning back to them. Her own eyes caught Lois's glare, firing back with just as much intensity. "At least here, he won't get bitched at every five seconds," she responded calmly.

That only served to piss Lois off more. "Not like he doesn't deserve it!" she spat. "I can't even imagine the last time I didn't hear about you, and now I have to see you stand next to my man? How dare you!"

"Lois," Clark interjected, "You need to calm down…"

"Me? Calm down?" Of course, her anger increased tenfold. "You're with her! Clearly she's fine, so why the hell aren't you home right now?"

"He was checking on my wellbeing, as I suffered a broken arm, nose and a scorched back in a battle," Diana stated. Clark couldn't tell if her emotionless demeanor was a tactic to stay relaxed in this situation, or to purposely aggravate his fiance more. "No one else was injured. He's simply being a good teammate."

"Well he needs to be a good lover and come home to his loving soon-to-be wife! Not worrying about his Amazonian whore that he'll never love!"

All the color drained of Diana's face as she physically shrunk back. The proud Princess of Themyscira lowered her head slightly, clearly hurt by the insult. "I'll leave you two to your necessities now. I'll retire to my room for resting," she muttered, leaving instantly.

Once she was gone, Clark glowered at Lois, who looked satisfied. "You did not need to say any of that, you know."

She merely smirked. "Not like any of it wasn't true. I knew it, you knew it, and now she knows that you're mine, and only mine."

He sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair. Throughout the past few months, his relationship with Lois steadily fell into almost nothing. The feelings that he had for her in the past were damn near gone, staying mostly out of obligation and guilt. He was tired of the constant fights over nothing, her overbearing jealousy, the unneeded anger, all of it.

It all stemmed because of his relationship with Diana. They were the two that were most alike in the League, being naturally overpowered and regarded as gods, yet in a way not fitting in to normal society. He respected the princess because of her undying loyalty to both the team and her people, and how she swore to protect a race that, because of a world leader's say so, can easily deem her as a monster instead of the heroine that she truly was. Going home to Lois often made him miss her.

He had to be fair with himself; he often thought of how a relationship with Diana would be, what would change between them. Would they be even closer than now? Or would nothing change but the status of their official title as lovers? Even now, he would give his life and more just to spare her own, what more would he be willing to give up to spare his future wife?

Future wife? Slow down there, Kent. You still have to deal with this one, he thought to himself. He nodded to himself, knowing what was about to transpire. He took one deep breath, wanting to get it over with. "It's over, Lois."

The look of smugness was essentially slapped off her face. He took off his ring right in front of her, crushing it in his fingers. "I only stayed because I had to," he admitted to her. "I'm sorry, but I don't love you anymore. I can't love someone who enjoys tormenting my friends."

"...Are you defending that witch?" she shouted, her face turning red with sheer lividness. "Despite her trying to take you from me all these years? You know that I'm in love with you and that I would do everything…"

"Lois. I've never heard you thank Diana for saving your life. For saving mine. You never even call her by her name." He cut her off again when she tried to speak a second time. "We're done. I've thought about it long enough, and I gain nothing by staying with you." As he reached to cut off the link, he added, "Oh, and don't think about writing bad about me in the papers. You're not the only one who can create...false accusations to sell a pretty penny."

"Clark…" Tears filled her eyes. "I love you…"

"I know. Goodbye." He turned off the screen, and a huge weight was lifted off his shoulders. He felt like he was holding his breath the entire time, glad to have all of that over and done with. All he had to do now was find Diana.

He left the medical ward, heading towards Diana's room, as he assumed she'd be there. As Clark neared his destination, he could feel his own pulse increase, a slight nervousness coming about him. Is this what she meant by how she felt just being near me?

While walking, he recalled their first meeting in the midst of a battle, and how much she instantly caught his attention. Damn everyone else. She knew how to fight, and she made sure everyone else knew that although she was knew to this part of the world, she was a quick learner and could definitely hold her own.

Meanwhile, her people skills were not the best, but they slowly improved. She talked less like a princess and more like a friend, developing close friendships with people all over the world. Being the heart of the League definitely helped that as well.

God...how the hell was he so stupid?

As he went to knock on her door, a weird feeling overcame him. He couldn't hear any signs of life. He fully expected to hear her muffled crying, but there was only silence.

The door opened for him as he knocked a second time, welcoming him to a dark, cold place-with an open window. As he flicked the light on, there was a note on her neatly made bed.

To Kal, And League,

My sincere apologies. As of now, I am taking a leave of absence. I do not know when I will return, but I need to figure myself out before I can dedicate my heart and soul to keeping the world safe. Running like a frightened teenager was not the smartest call, but it was my only choice as my shame will not allow me to face any of you right now.

Do not worry about me, please. I am somewhere where I am loved and safe. I have those who care about me. Until we meet again,

Lo-With Kindest Regards,

Princess Diana of Themyscira.

A/N: And there we have it. Turns out, I wanna milk this story out longer. Does it feel rushed to you? I honestly have no idea how to write Lois as a character, as the only times that I've really got a good read of her were in the Nu52, and through other fanfiction. Other than that, I have no idea. I just needed a way to break her up with Clark, and this seemed like the most logical way.

Also, ignore the weird wording or any possible misspelling. English isn't my first language; I speak it every day, but writing is a hassle, especially when it's past midnight for me.

Anyway, hope you enjoyed. Comments and criticism are welcome. :)