I had the odd battle here and there. Never anything too challenging for an amazon let alone a goddess, but it still felt good to help when I could. Another 40 years flew by me. Then something world changing happened. Humanity was introduced to Superman. At first, I thought he was a God masquerading as a human. He seemed to be sculpted like Adonis with the power of multiple Gods and goddesses in my pantheon. But the mention of his Kryptonian brethren orbiting the planet cut that theory in half. I read about the Kryptonians before as a child in Themyscira. They were powerful and came to Earth to find and conquer intelligent life. And they met their match in the Amazons. After a series of skirmishes with no true victor, they decided we were worthy of their knowledge and bestowed these beautiful crystals to us from their home world. They seemed to be more than just jewels, but we never figured out their true purpose. Maybe this Kal-El would know how.

Then the Kryptonians attacked Metropolis. Even as I arrived to fight it seemed the battle had already ended. This Superman was very powerful indeed to overpower his own people so quickly. I helped who I could in the aftermath of the battle and left before I could be recognized or revealed in some way. The following months were full of trouble. Kal-El was being praised by some but also rejected by others. The hysteria only got worse when he started saving people more and more. I thought to reveal myself to him. I knew what it was like to bear such a burden alone and to try to help those who only seek to condemn you. But my own problems emerged soon enough.

A new artifact popped up. A rare photo of some type of warrior goddess who had fought an entire army and crushed a tank with her bare hands. The photo was speculated to have originated in Germany around the first World War. I knew it was of me. I remembered that day when we freed the town and stood for the man to take a picture. Apparently, the picture had survived the bombing of the town. I needed to find it for safekeeping. Revealing myself to the world is a lot different than doing it for just one person. I wondered why I would trust him so much in the first place, I'd never even met him. But that was a problem for another day. First, I would find the picture.

My hunt for it went much longer than I would have preferred but I practiced the patience that all my teachers urged me to have and it paid off. After a year of searching I found out that a man named Alexander Luthor was now in possession of the photo. Tracking down where he held it was the next trick. I found a way to search Luthor's residence for clues in the form of a charity function he was hosting. Unfortunately, I ran into another hunter while searching for my photo. We did have similar interests but like most people I had met he wasn't looking to share. Another selfish billionaire with too much money and not enough conscience. Or was he? He was certainly very good at acting like a billionaire playboy, but I saw through his deceit. The way he carried himself was more like a warrior or a seasoned hunter. He even tried to hunt me after I stole the information he was stealing from Luthor. I played his game and one upped him as I left him standing and staring at me driven away. Maybe there was nothing special to this Bruce Wayne or maybe he was another above average sample of the male specimen. I had to give him the stolen drive back which allowed me to also test my theory.

It would take too much time for me to open the drive myself and Luthor might move the photo if he knew someone was looking for it. Bruce was my best shot at opening it in time and finding my photo. I would just have to find a way to steal it back once it was open. I would need to find a way to know if he unlocked it. Instead I was surprised to see that Bruce emailed me the open drive for me to go through. I guess little boys can share. I found the photo in a folder with multiple videos and pictures of me. Luthor was watching me a little too closely for comfort. I was surprised to see that Bruce had only looked at the files of me and of some green rock called Kryptonite. There was a plethora of information in it and even a file on Bruce himself.

And not just him, there were others. An Atlantean, a man who could move faster than I could blink, and some type of experimental procedure that turned a dying man into a cyborg were in the file as well. Another video was in the folder of an alien who was found dead with a green ring that simply left his body and sped off on its own to somewhere the video couldn't follow. There were also files on Kal-El and the Batman who was Bruce Wayne. More files caught my attention on the mineral Luthor called Kryptonite. It could destabilize Kryptonian cells and make them more susceptible to Earth's weaponry. But there was only one Kryptonian left and he had proven to be a good man through his actions. It didn't make sense for Luthor or Bruce to be trying to find a weapon to hurt Kal-El.

I opened my mouth in horror at Luthor's plan. It was all in the drive. The plot for taking down Superman. Ostracizing both Superman and Batman in the public eye and forcing them to fight to the death. The file detailed the location and capture of people that were in Kal-El's file so that he would be forced to fight Batman. Bruce was Batman, but if he had read the file why would he go on and play into Luthor's hand? Unless he just didn't care. It didn't matter, I knew I had to stop them and stop Luthor's insane plan. The news was centered in on the crashed Kryptonian ship in Metropolis as it began to emit energy spikes. I was running out of time, I had to stop them from killing each other so we could focus on the real threat. Whatever was happening on the ship had to be Luthor but there was nothing on the drive about it. It made sense to get the only living Kryptonian to help with the Kryptonian technology. I could only pray that I wasn't too late to stop Bruce and Kal-El from killing each other.

I put my armor and weapons on, then flew to Gotham where I could see the bat signal shining in the clouds. They had to be close by. As I approached I heard yelling in an old abandoned building. I entered and saw Bruce standing over Kal-El ready to deliver the killing blow. I moved quickly to grab the spear and stop him. He seemed surprised and confused as I disarmed him then threw him and the spear away from Kal-El in opposite directions. Kal-El still seemed dazed and dizzy despite the kryptonite being further away. He had a cut on his cheek and looked pale like he had been poisoned. I helped him up and began to ask him if he was okay when I heard Bruce getting up. He was wearing some type of heavy armor, but it still had dents and part of his helm was missing. I was furious at him for what he had tried to do. He made his way toward us slowly as I yelled for him to listen.

I began to explain the details that I knew of Luthor's plan to have him and Kal-El fight to the death. His face changed from anger to shame as he began to realize he had been tricked and controlled. I knew how he felt, but I needed them both to focus so we could save Kal-El's loved ones and deal with what was happening at the ship. Kal-El began to shrug off whatever sickness was affecting him and made to leave to save his loved ones. I urged him to allow me to find and save them since I couldn't deal with the ship. He explained that he felt unsure and uneasy about entrusting the lives of his mother and best friend to a stranger. I silently cursed myself for not reaching out to him sooner. Maybe I could have prevented all of this if I tried to involve myself more in the world. It was my turn to be surprised as Bruce promised that we would save them. Kal-El was hesitant and time wasn't something we could waste. Bruce's promise seemed to reassure him enough and I was certain that we could save them. We separated as we raced toward our separate goals.