"Gods on Olympus what the hell am I looking at?" Hippolyta screamed at the top of her lungs.

Clark alerted immediately to the sound of the voice, it was not Diana's. He sat up and looked to his horror, at a livid Hippolyta and a jaw dropped Donna. He looked to Diana, who was just now beginning to wake up.

"Diana get up." Clark said quickly, shaking her awake.

Before he could say anything else, Hippolyta charged at him, blind with rage. Leaping on him, to kick and punch him with all the strength she could muster. Luckily for Clark, without the Gauntlet of Atlas, Hippolyta was only marginally stronger than a normal human woman.

"This is the day you die man!" Hippolyta yelled. Her blows didn't hurt him, and she knew it. It still didn't matter, she'd find a way.

The violent shaking of the bed woke Diana up completely, she was vaguely aware of Clark trying to get her up, but was more concerned with getting back to the dream she'd been having about him. But now she noticed there was someone else in the bed with them, screaming death threats at Clark. That could only be one person.

"Mother?" Diana shouted. "Stop!"

Donna stood frozen at the scene. Wide eyed, with no idea what to do.

"Diana, can I get a little help here?" Clark shouted. He could easily shove her off of him, but had the distinct feeling that would only make things worse for him.

"Mother stop!" Diana jumped up and yanked her mother off Clark and pushed her towards the wall. She overpowered her mother easily, as she'd been able to do so since she was a small girl. "You will not hurt him!"

"Diana what madness is this?"

"Madness? You're the one who's gone mad." Diana accused. "How dare you come into my bedroom!"

"How dare you allow a man in your bedroom. Have you lost your good sense?"

"I should go." Clark said, putting on his clothes at super speed.

"Yes Clark, you should go. Mother and I have a much to discuss. Go to your apartment, I'll meet you there later. Donna go with Clark."

"Donna you'll go nowhere." Hippolyta demanded.

"Donna go with Clark!" Diana repeated.

By now Clark was already outside on the balcony, he only waited to know if Donna was staying or going.

"I am Queen, Donna you'll do as I say."

"You're not Queen here! Donna go now!"

Donna preferred to not be in the middle of their power struggle. Assessing her options, her Mother would be angry for a while, then eventually forgive her. Diana on the other hand had battle in her eyes. She'd have to fight Diana for the right to stay here, a fight that she'd surely lose.

Turning to Clark, Donna said. "Where are we going?"

"You're not going to attack me are you?" He said, jumping into the air.

"Only if you give me reason." Donna said, following him high into the sky. "I trust the word of my sister that you won't harm me."

"Good. Follow me." He said, flying off.

Back in Diana's apartment tensions were high. Hippolyta and Diana were equally furious at each other. Now that Clark and Donna were gone Diana finally let go of her mother.

"Diana where is the wisdom of Athena? What was he doing in your bed?"

"We were only sleeping mother."

"Still, he was in your bed. You let him see you wearing that." Hippolyta pointed haphazardly at Diana's outfit.

Diana looked down at herself, she was wearing a purple and black silk nightgown, that stopped mid-thigh. "What does it matter? He is my boyfriend. I asked him to stay here."

"You asked him? Oh, goddess please tell me you have not consummated your relationship." Hippolyta sighed.

"No. We were only sleeping. We haven't had sex yet." Diana hated having this conversation, but knew she would have to say something eventually.

"Yet?"

"Yes. I've decided that when the time is right, he and I will lay together."

"Diana, spare yourself this grief, you do not know the evil that men can be. Come back to Themyscira at once!"

"I'm not going anywhere! Clark is not like him." Diana was speaking about Heracles, "He'd never do such a thing to me."

"Answer me this. What if he is not the man you think him to be?" Hippolyta asked.

Diana paused to think, although she knew there was a possibility that she and Clark wouldn't be together forever, she'd given it little thought. "I'd have nothing more than a broken heart. Many have suffered worse, and have lived through it."

"A broken heart? That is pain you don't want either."

"It's a risk I'm willing to take. I don't want to be lonely anymore."

"Anymore?"

"Themyscira is my home, and it always will be. But even surrounded by sisters who loved me, I still felt alone, there was always something missing. And I felt that void until I became close to Clark. It took me a long time to realize that. At first I hated him, I was repulsed that I wanted to be close to any man. But over time I learned there was nothing wrong about my feelings. In the beginning we were friends, and that served it's purpose for a while, but I found I wanted more. Because of Clark, I don't feel alone anymore. I'm happy when we're together, and I miss him when he is away."

"What is it about these men? What control do they have? What power does this Kryptonian have to blind you so?"

"Mother you speak as if he wants to control me, wants to chain me to his bed and use me as his toy, but that could not be further from the truth. He wants to love me, and I want to love him in return."

"He's said this? He's told you he loves you?"

"No. But..."

Diana hesitated and stepped back, exactly what Hippolyta wanted. She could see the slight look of doubt on her daughter's face.

"But nothing Diana." Hippolyta said. "No woman can believe any man who claims to love her, but your man has not even said that he does. How can you be sure he wants to be your love, he hasn't spoken the words because he truly wants to dominate you. This man is shrewd, surely he knows you are as well, he is taking advantage of your trusting nature. Open your eyes and see."

Her mother was right about one thing, Clark hadn't told her he loves her. But did that matter? She heard couples went much longer than she and Clark before anyone professed their love for each other. Everything else her mother said however was completely ignored. "I haven't told him I love him either. What does that mean?"

"That means you haven't lost all of your wit. Diana please, you must end this, don't allow yourself to be like some needy woman from this world, whose entire being revolves around her mate."

"What do you mean?" Diana asked. "Needy?"

"I have been here for two days, the things I have seen. They are frightening, living among them you've been desensitized to the horror, you must be reminded."

Hippolyta went on to tell the stories of what she saw, vile men on the street, the couples with what looked to be broken women, and most troubling of all, the soldier with his wife and daughters.

As Diana listened, she felt that her mother misinterpreted everything that she saw. Manipulating everything to fit her view of things. She was grasping at straws. The men in her mother's life brought her nothing but pain, she knew nothing of friendship, or love. The bits and pieces she had seen in the last few days were all at a distance, and wide open for interpretation. She needed to see a relationship personally. Diana was sure that Clark wouldn't get the benefit of the doubt, but maybe, just maybe his parents could. By meeting them, she could get an idea of how Clark was raised, and perhaps it would allow her to change her mind.

"I think you're wrong mother. Those women aren't under control, and they're not broken. You don't know them. Maybe you should get to know what a true family is before you judge them. If you stop hating Clark, maybe you could meet his family. You open your eyes."

At Clark's apartment, he and Donna just arrived. Instead of going straight there, they decided to pick up some food. Which in Metropolis at 3AM isn't all that good, so they flew out west to pick up some pizza.

"So what were you doing with my sister?" Donna finally said. She'd been working up the nerve to say something to him for a little while now. Staying awkwardly quiet while they were out.

"Sleeping. Getting some good, old fashioned REM."

"REM?"

"Forget it."

"So is this 'pizza' any good?"

"Oh yeah, and those are exactly the toppings Diana likes too. So you should be smooth. Why don't you give it a try?"

Donna picked up a slice and stared at it, hesitantly. While Clark to a huge bite from his own slice. "It's strange being here. It's so different from anything I've ever seen. And so unlike everything I've ever been taught. Especially you." She observed.

"Me? How so?"

Donna didn't answer, she bit into her pizza and flipped out after that. "Great Hera! This is fantastic! For the right trade price, you could sell hundreds of these!"

"Uh, yeah." More like millions, but he decided to let her have a moment.

"We haven't eaten since we came to Man's World, but the wait has definitely been worth it. You have a different flavor. May I try one of yours?"

"Go ahead." Clark, turned the box so Donna could take a slice of his.

She quickly stuffed her face, with the pepperoni and bacon topped pizza. Then leaped up in joy. "This might be even better! I could eat this all day!"

Clark was amazed at how excited Donna was over pizza, he couldn't remember getting this excited over anything in his life. In her happy bouncing, Donna inadvertently bumped the remote to his speaker system. Music filled the room.

The upbeat music caught Donna's attention immediately. "What is this?"

"Music, you bumped the control the music player. You are now listening to 'Ain't No Stoppin Us Now' by McFadden and Whitehead."

"This is wonderful!" Donna said, as she stood up and swayed back and forth to the rhythm. Clark picked up the remote, and turned the volume down a few clicks, it was the middle of the night, and he didn't want to cause any conflict with his neighbors. Luckily Donna didn't seem to notice.

Diana didn't know what to expect when she brought her mother to Clark's apartment after their talk. She didn't expect Donna to fight him, and was sure Clark wouldn't give her a reason to either. But what she saw was a total shock. Donna dancing to music, with a slice of pizza in each hand while Clark sat on the couch trying not to laugh.

Hippolyta didn't know what to think. Donna was behind him, out of his eye line, leading her not to think Clark made her dance for his entertainment. It was just an odd scene. The music was totally new, and the tune was enjoyable, most likely Donna was dancing on her own accord.

"Hello." Clark said.

"Mother, mother, you have to try this!" Donna leaped over the couch where Clark was sitting, landing directly in front of her mother, and all but shoving the slice of pizza in her face. "It's called pizza, it's the most amazing food I've ever eaten."

"Donna, Donna! Calm yourself." Hippolyta demanded. She was nervous about the food, looking to Diana for confirmation.

"It's fine mother. It's just pizza."

Taking the slice from Donna, Hippolyta took a bite. "It is very nice."

"Help yourself to as much as you like. I got plenty." Clark announced.

"Clark Kent." Hippolyta spoke. "I wish to meet your mother. We should travel to this 'Smallville as Kara calls it."

"Well you do know my dad lives there too right?" Clark answered skeptically. It was one thing to attack him, but he wouldn't tolerate anything against his parents.

"Yes I am aware of this. You told me yourself, they've been together for many years. You have my word I will cause no unjust harm to them."

Diana didn't blame Clark for being a defensive, if she were in his shoes she'd probably be the same.

"Alright, I'll give them a call in a little while. I'll see if they're busy today. In the meantime, have a seat, have some more pizza."

"We can't go now?" Donna asked.

"It's 3AM, my parents are sleeping. Plus I'm gonna have to call in from work, and I can't do that for a couple more hours, we're just going to relax. No fighting, no arguing, just good old fashioned chill time."

To emphasize the relaxation, Clark changed the music to a digital smooth jazz station. Donna who was slightly disappointed in the change in tone, stopped dancing and sat down. Hippolyta sat down as well, in a chair opposite Donna. To make a point, Diana sat down next to Clark, deliberately close to him. Hippolyta sneered, but didn't say anything about it. Instead she looked around, examining how Clark laid out his home.

"Interesting decoration." Hippolyta finally said.

"It's like Kara's room." Donna added.

"How so?" Clark asked. Diana perked up too, as she was interested in the answer.

"The symmetry, from the chairs mother and I are sitting in, the the things on that shelf over there." Donna pointed at the TV stand and the speakers on either side of it. "To the pizza boxes on this table in front of us. Kara has her things symmetrical just like this."

"Really? Who knew?" Clark said. "So Diana I guess there's your answer. It's a Kryptonian thing."

"I still don't like it." Diana said.

"You don't?" He asked.

"No. Not here. At the fortress it's fine, but here it bothers me. It's too mathematical, too... alien."

"Gee, thanks." He said dryly.

"I didn't mean it like that." Diana protested.

"Fortress?" Hippolyta asked.

"It's a place I have, built with Kryptonian technology. It's where I go for solitude." He said with extra emphasis on the word solitude. In other words he wasn't planning on inviting Hippolyta for a visit.

"And I take it Diana, you have visited there?"

"Yes. I'm one of the few who's ever been there."

"The only." Clark added. "Not even my parents."

"Really?" Diana didn't know that. "Not even Bru... Batman?"

"Nope."

For the most part Hippolyta observed the conversation instead of joining it, she was getting tired. The more she sat, the more comfortable Clark's chair became. She hadn't slept since she'd arrived in Man's World and for the first time, she was getting sleepy. The music was relaxing, and she was fading fast.

"She's falling asleep." Donna noticed. "She can't go without for as long as we can. She's been up for two days now."

"Clark is there someplace where she can be more comfortable?" Diana asked.

"Yeah, bring her into the the spare room." Clark said as Diana lifted her mother up and carried her over to the extra room where Clark had a daybed set up. It was piece of furniture in a room he rarely used. Hippolyta immediately curled up and got comfortable. Clark and Diana left the room, leaving the light on in case she woke before the sun came up.

"Clark I'm sorry she did that." Diana said softly.

"Well, she didn't have any weapons on her, so no harm done."

"I've never been so mortified in my entire life."

"Hmm, I have."

"How?"

Clark looked into the other room to check on Donna, who was still wolfing down pizza. He felt safe to tell the story. "Basically the same thing happened with Lana's mother. Except for the fact that she didn't attack me, and Lana and I had actually... done the dance. After her initial anger, she was glad it was me."

"I see."

"I guess that's weird for you to hear, sorry." He said.

"No. It's fine. She told me that you two were intimate. She didn't tell that story, but she did say it was difficult, because you couldn't feel her." Diana hesitated. "But we won't have that problem, will we?."

"I don't think so."

"Have you been with anyone else?"

"No."

Diana was glad about that, a long list of women would have been off putting. "So I guess in a way, we'll be each other's first."

"In a way. Yes."

Diana smiled. Clark did too.

"Is everything alright over there?" Donna asked still sitting in her chair.

"Yes it's fine." Diana answered, as she and Clark finally returned.

"Mother is still sleeping?" Donna guessed.

"Yes."

"Are you sure you don't need to sleep?" Clark asked.

"No. I was more hungry than anything. Thank you for the food."

"No problem."

"So how's Kara doing?"

"Good. She's had a time learning control, but she's done it pretty well. Plus she's good to train with, she's not as aggressive as Diana here." Donna said.

"What?" Diana questioned.

"Diana you're super competitive, you have to win everything, by a wide margin." Donna then turned to Clark. "Did you know I've never beaten her in a fight? Never."

"Me neither." Clark said with a smirk on his face. Knowing it would grind Diana's gears.

"That's not true. Sometimes you get lucky. Like the other day before we went swimming." Diana snapped.

"That's right!" Clark said excitedly, snapping his fingers, faking as if he was just remembering. Diana glared at him the whole time.

Donna knew her sister's look all too well, Diana was not happy. She did not like to be teased about anything. Donna learned at an early age that anyone who did tease Diana paid for it dearly. But Clark didn't look worried at all, he kept the silly smile on his face. Donna worried for his safety.

Diana debated what to do. A few punches usually changed his tune, but with her sister right here, and her mother sleeping in the other room that wasn't the best option. She then decided to take a more subtle approach. She turned her frown upside down, then stood. Clark didn't flinch at all, but he was ready for anything. Diana slowly turned, and grabbed the chair by its arms, lifted it up and took two steps to the left before setting it back on the floor and sitting back in it. Ruining the even flow of his home would get on his nerves.

"Oh it's like that?" Clark observed.

"Oh yeah, it's like that." Diana retorted.

"Touché." Clark had to admit, she pulled a good one.

Hippolyta awoke in a strange room, there was no window, the only light emanating from a fixture in the center of the ceiling. She looked around, unsure where she was. Directly across from her, next to the slightly open door, was a shelf adorned with many books, on top there was a framed photo of a man, woman, and a young boy. As she inspected it closer, she recognized the young boy as Clark. The man and woman were standing on either side of him with a hand on each of his shoulders wearing smiles equally as happy as his. Could they be his parents? They look nothing like him, but they do look happy together. Just like the man and his two daughters. Still Hippolyta couldn't help but think, about what sort of life the woman could have with with two men in it.

Hearing stirring outside the door she left the room in search of others. Based on the picture she assumed she was still in Clark's home, seeing him walking around confirmed it for her. He noticed her as well, and started towards her. There was a different look to him, he had a more challenging look than he did on Themyscira, and had a more defensive posture, probably because she attacked him before. Also because this is his home, he would be more likely to defend himself here. She had to be cautious.

"Is it morning?" Hippolyta began.

"Shhh" Clark put his finger over his mouth and pointed to the sofa where Donna was laid across it sleeping. "Yes it is morning, are you hungry?" He said quietly.

"Perhaps I'll eat later. Where is Diana?" She whispered.

"She went to get the two of you some clothes. We were going to head down to my parent's place after she got back."

"I must admit, I am looking forward to meeting your mother."

"She's looking forward to meeting you, but what about my father?"

"I'll meet him as well."

Just then Diana flew back in, carrying several items of clothing for both Donna and her mother.

"I'll leave you two to get situated." Clark then disappeared into his own room.

"He seems cold and distant. More defensive." Hippolyta observed.

"That's because of you. Come with me, we have to do more than change your clothes."

Diana dropped the clothes she was holding onto a chair and pulled her mother into the bathroom. Diana was holding just a towel and a small box in her hand.

"What are you doing?" Hippolyta queried.

"Aging you, you don't look old enough to have a daughter my age."

"How will you do that?"

"A streak of gray hair."

"Why do I need that?"

"I just told you, you need to look older. Now I need you to cooperate, this color wasn't easy to find, silver hair is the opposite of what women want."

Per the instructions Diana poured the dye onto the sections of hair she wanted to color, choosing not to tell her mother any of the side effects of the coloring.

"Diana my scalp is beginning to burn." Hippolyta complained.

"I know. That means I should rinse."

"Then rinse!" Hippolyta tried to do it herself, but was stopped by Diana, who pinned the queen's arms at her sides.

"Give me your word, that you won't harm Clark or his father."

The burning was increasing by the second. Hippolyta couldn't believe what her daughter was doing. "Diana this burns!"

"I need your word as an Amazon!"

"Then you have it! Get this awful chemical out of my head!"

Diana jerked her mothers head underneath the high arching bathroom faucet, and held it under the cold water, much to Hippolyta's relief.

Hippolyta couldn't help but feel the situation getting worse, now even her own daughter was against her.