Wonder-Woman

It had been five years since you popped the question and Diana still thought about it sometimes, how nervous you had looked, how your voice had cracked just a little at the beginning before you pulled it together. Not that she would ever tease you about it. Well... maybe a little. That was the joy of being together this long: a few playful jabs, a lot of laughter, and somehow even more love now than when it all started.

It was hard to believe it had all begun with awkward small talk in the early Justice League days. Diana hadn't exactly been... chatty back then. Truthfully, she barely knew anyone when the League formed. Always poised, always formal a habit that stuck from a lifetime of diplomacy and battlefields. Most of the team hadn’t even tried to crack through her armor. Most, except you. Somehow, you got her talking. And once she started, it was like she couldn’t stop.

Conversations spilled into long nights, late texts, inside jokes whispered during League briefings (earning a few looks from Batman), and one particularly memorable prank on Hal Jordan involving a lot of shaving cream and a confusing note written in Ancient Greek.

Now? Now you two were the golden couple of the League. Well, golden if you counted the occasional world-ending disaster that interrupted dinner dates. Occupational hazard.

Today was one of those rare, quiet days. Or it was supposed to be.

You’d just returned from a month-long mission in outer space. Standard League business — just you, a handful of other heroes, and about three dozen life-threatening scenarios. Diana had kept tabs on you the whole time, of course, watching your mission logs when she could, occasionally threatening alien warlords under her breath when the reports got a little too dicey.

The Hall of Justice was quieter than usual when you walked through its polished halls. Most of the team was off on assignment. You followed the familiar pull toward Diana’s office, boots echoing slightly.

Inside, you caught a glimpse of her still the most stunning sight, speaking to a frazzled young assistant. The poor kid was holding a stack of files like they might explode any second.

"And remember," Diana was saying, all serene authority, "if Batman says ‘I’ll handle it,’ he probably already has. But pretend like you believe him anyway. It’s easier for everyone."

The assistant nodded so vigorously you half-expected their neck to snap.

Then Diana spotted you over their shoulder and that royal, composed look just melted into something bright and utterly genuine.

"You're dismissed," she said, almost too fast, giving the assistant a look that said scram.

The poor kid fumbled the files, caught them in a wild panic, and practically sprinted out the door.

The second it clicked shut behind them, Diana was already moving toward you. Her stride was still all Amazonian grace but there was a bounce to it now, a kind of giddy energy that she didn’t bother hiding around you.

"You’re home," she said, voice soft but edged with a smile that could've made the gods jealous. Her hands itched to reach for you, but she held back, just for a second, letting the moment hang between you both like a spark waiting to catch.

She finally gave in, reaching out and clasping your hands, pulling you in with all the force of someone who had missed you truly, deeply, down to her bones.

"By the gods I missed you..."