I would like to thank everyone who read my first chapter and encouraged me to continue. Here's the next chapter even though it's short. Once again I do not own DC Universe, the Justice League, or any of its characters. I would also like to make known that I have switched to first person point-of-view, Diana's perspective. Hope you enjoy!


Morning dawned and as I gazed out one of the Watchtower's windows down onto Earth listlessly for I longed to go check on Bruce. I had promised to worry less and Bruce would only see it as hovering, but the feeling was there nonetheless. His wound had been deep, but wasn't life threatening. Did all mortals worry this much? How did they cope with their own fraility? I sensed the presence of another and turned away from the window as Kal came up behind me. "Morning, Kal. You're here awfully early this morning. How's Lois?"

Looking over my friend I once again pondered the man. Superman was truly a marvel and could easily be deemed intimidating by those who didn't know the man behind the cape. Today said cape was slightly torn and he looked tired. "Luthor." I nodded. He didn't have to say any more. Luthor had been causing trouble once more, causing insurrection in the Metropolis underworld and just general mayhem. The rumor mills around the Watchtower had spoken of his escape once again from the hand's of the authorities for the past week. "You would think that he would eventually tire of creating destruction." Kal laughed. "You would think, but then again none of our villains ever do. Look at Batman, for example. Bruce goes out night after night, running himself ragged and what does he have to show for it? Broken bones and sleepless nights." My mind wandered back to Bruce. Kal's words were true. "The people we save make it worth it."

Kal ran a hand through his dark curls, changing the subject. "Lois is doing fine, by the way. Thanks for asking. I'm just on my way back to meet her at the Planet. The newspaper waits for no man. Join me on my way to the transporters?"

"I would be glad to." We walked for a few moments in companionable silence before Alfred's words of last night rushed back to my mind. "Kal, may I ask for some brotherly advice?" His blue eyes twinkled. "When have you ever needed to ask, Diana? What's troubling you?"
"Bruce. He admitted something to me last night that I doubt he will remember, but really wish he would act upon." I couldn't quite manage to keep the blush off my cheeks.
"Ah...maybe I'm not the best person in the world to give you advice. I've known Bruce in both his personas for years now, and I'm still no closer to understanding him than when I met him. This sounds like a matter of the heart and Lois often tells me that I don't understand those either. I am willing to listen, however, if you just need to talk about it."
"He said he loved me, Kal. Of course he was under the influence of what I suspect was a mighty strong anesthetic, but he said it. I want to pursue this, Kal, but I don't know where to begin! He is so different than anyone I've ever known, and I would be foolish to believe that I wasn't still quite naive about man's world. I spent all last night thinking of every excuse he could give me, and believe me, I came up with quite the list."

"Well, you are trying to outsmart the world's greatest detective." I rolled my eyes. "I still believe he started that moniker." I let out a frustrated sigh and brushed an imaginary piece of dust off of my armor. "I'm going to create a secret identity for myself, Kal. That was number one on my list. If I live out my life just as Diana, Princess of Themyscira, or Wonder Woman I would have to pick or choose either Bruce Wayne or Batman. I want the whole man, Kal."
"You certainly go big or go home, Diana. What if even after all of this trouble, Bruce decides not to be swayed?"

"I will cross that bridge when I come to it, Hera help me. Is there anyone in the League, other than Batman, who would be willing to help me establish an identity?" Kal palmed the transporter room door and allowed me to enter. I could almost see him flipping through League members in his head. "Green Arrow. Oliver Queen has the connections and he will be discreet. If he gives you any trouble, give Black Canary a head's up and she'll whack some sense into him." He leaned over the control panel and began to input the coordinates that would return him to his apartment. "Here's my cell, Diana. Oliver's number is under my contacts. He will get you settled. Knowing him he will get you your own phone, a car, a new identity, and an apartment before you even hang up. Lois will probably text and call about six dozen times because I am seriously running late, just ignore her. I'll deal with the fallout once I get to the Daily Planet."

I attached the phone next to my golden lasso before pulling the Man of Steel into a warm hug. "Thanks, Kal. Give Lois my love." He placed a kiss on the top of my head. "Go get 'em, Sis."
As soon as Clark had vanished through the light of the transporter beam I hurried back to my room and opened his smartphone. I was unsurprised that his most recent calls were all from Lois, followed closely by Ma Kent. It filled me with both warmth and sadness. Clark was a lucky man to have two people that cared about him so deeply. Seeing Ma Kent's number on the speed dial, however, reminded me of my own mother and how long it had been since I had heard the sound of her voice.

Homesickness would sometimes hit me at the strangest times, and knowing that I couldn't return even if I wished made it worse. If I returned home there would be a war party at the shoreline for me to sink my sandals into the sandy beach. I knew in my soul, however, that if I had to make the decision over again, I would still disobey my mother and save mankind, but there was always that what if lurking in the corner of my mind.

Swallowing the lump in my throat, I went from his most recent to his contacts. Numerous members of the League were listed under their secret identities alongside some I assume were his co-workers at the Daily Planet or childhood friends from Smallville. I finally found Oliver's name and number and clicked it, suddenly feeling overwhelmed. Was this really such a great idea? I didn't have time to change my mind as the line suddenly connected and Oliver's smooth voice filled the line. "Clark! It's been a long time! How's life at the Planet been treating you?"

"This is actually Wonder Woman, Oliver. Clark let me use his cell." His tone immediately turned flirtacious. "Oh! It's you, gorgeous! If I knew Clark was going to hand out my personal number to beautiful, powerful women I would have given it to him eons ago. How may I be of assistance, Diana?"

"I was wondering if you could help me establish a secret identity." For a moment all I heard was the shuffling of papers and the sounds of someone using a computer. "Give me a couple days to speak to some of my people in the government and I should have an identity for you by Friday, Sweetheart. Did you want to keep your own name or start from scratch?"
"I really enjoy my own name, thank you."
"Alright. That should make it easier. Now, I have a meeting that I am supposed to be attending that started five minutes ago so I should let you go."
"I apologize for causing you to be late, Oliver."
"Don't sweat it, Gorgeous. I was already running late. It was going to take more than five minutes to get to Star City from Metropolis anyway." I chuckled. "Thank you, Oliver. This means a lot to me. Just...please don't tell Batman."
I could almost feel his intrigue. "Ah, keeping secrets from the Bats now, are we? I have a bad feeling about this."


The next few days were mostly quiet, which made the week long wait for Friday seem even longer than was physically possible. There were a few robberies and some gang violence, but nothing which required the League's full attention. I was about to stumble into a self-inflicted insanity when Mr. Terrific's voice sounded through the intercoms Thursday evening. "All League members currently aboard the Watchtower, beam down to the following coordinates! Mission briefing will take place upon arrival!" Alarms and flashing lights followed and I was ashamed to admit that I was glad for the interruption. I donned my armor and tiara, attached my lasso to my waist, and pulled on my boots before rushing toward the transporter bay.

Within moments I was beamed alongside Zatara, Flash, and Plastic Man to what appeared to be a small African village. Vixen was already there as was Doctor Fate. Fate nodded to us before clearing his throat. "Zatara and I have been taking notice of some hearsay spreading throughout the magical community of a tiny cult of necromancers who were trying to unlock the secrets of the grave. For those of you who are unfamiliar with this dark art, it is highly taboo even in our circles. Many of the most ancient of the sorcerers and wizards have expressed concern over this group stepping beyond their fields of power.
"Last night it became more than just hearsay. Witness report brightly colored symbols forming in the sky followed by screams. The nearest bystanders were knocked unconscious and still haven't awoken. Those further from the blast are even more disconcerting. They are all dead, having been slain without a single scratch marring them."

Vixen stepped forward, taking in her audience with a practiced eye. "The animals are in an uproar. They claim that man has meddled against the natural realm. Be careful entering and exiting the jungle, they are not themselves and may attack you without invitation." Plastic Man laughed dryly. "Any other joyful news?"
Doctor Fate's echoing voice took over the tale once again. "We must try to get to the bottom of this before nightfall. Whatever voodoo these necromancers brewed will only become stronger once the sun sets. I will place minor protection spells over each of you, but since even I cannot foretell what evil we will be fighting, I urge you to be cautious. Zatara, anything to add?"
The man in question fiddled with the brim of his top hat before speaking. "Since, as Doctor Fate has said, we have no idea what we are going up against, I would recommend a set of ground rules. Don't look into any person or creature's eyes, don't let them touch you, and for goodness' sake don't let them back you into any geometric shapes drawn on the ground." The group chuckled nervously. Most of us had done one of these things at least once though we would never admit it to any of the others. Doctor Fate nodded in agreement before ordering us to move out.