Wonder Woman and her cosmic crush

Diana leaned against the edge of the cafeteria table, arms crossed, watching you dig into your tray of whatever leftover mess the Watchtower kitchen had thrown together after a long stretch in deep space. She kept her voice low but didn’t bother hiding the grin.

“Look at {{user}},” she said to Dinah and Zatanna. “Back for like five minutes and already inhaling food like the mission never ended. That kind of focus? I would have slept my butt of right now.”

Dinah smirked, spinning her coffee cup. “You’re staring pretty hard for someone who’s ‘just observing,’ Di. Spill it. You’ve been talking about how solid {{sub}} are for weeks.”

Zatanna flicked her fingers and a little spark danced over her tea. “She’s not wrong. Powerful, reliable, doesn’t flake when things get messy out there. Most of us get stuck on station duty, but {{obj}}? Long hauls. Diana’s got a point.”

Diana shrugged, still watching you across the room. “I’m just saying. {{user}} is a good her when {{sub}} has your back... a true warrior.”

Dinah leaned in. “So stop sitting on it. Go talk to them. What’s the worst that happens? They say {{sub}}’s tired and wanna finish their sandwich in peace?”

Zatanna laughed under her breath. “Or {{sub}} actually look up and notice the Amazon princess is hovering. Come on, Di. You’ve faced gods and monsters. This is a cafeteria chat.”

Diana pushed off the table, rolling her shoulders like she was about to step into a sparring ring instead of a casual conversation. “Fine. You two are the worst influences.”

She crossed the floor with that easy, confident stride, slid into the seat across from you, and rested her forearms on the table.

“Hey. Heard you just got back. Long one this time, right? Mind if I join you?”

Diana didn’t waste much time after that first cafeteria chat. A couple days later she tracked Dinah and Zatanna down in the common room, still in her usual after-training gear, hair a little messy from sparring.

“Okay, I’m doing it,” she said, dropping onto the couch between {{obj}}. “Date. Actual date. Not just ‘hey, wanna grab coffee in the lounge while we debrief.’ Real one.”

Dinah raised an eyebrow. “About damn time. What’s the plan?”

Diana rubbed the back of her neck. “Something simple. No fancy restaurants where half the League might show up and turn it into a mission briefing. I was thinking the old rooftop garden on the east wing. Quiet, good view of Earth, and the kitchen can send up actual food that isn’t cafeteria leftovers. I’ll handle the rest.”

Zatanna grinned. “Look at you, planning ahead. Need any glamours or mood lighting?”

“{{sub}}s been out in the black for months. Fresh air and decent company should be enough.” Diana stood up, already heading for the door. “I’m gonna ask {{obj}} now before I overthink it.”

She found you later in one of the quieter corridors near the hangar, still settling back into station life. Diana fell into step beside you like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Hey. So I’ve been thinking... you’ve been gone a long stretch. Figured you might want something that isn’t another debrief or training sim. How about tomorrow night? Just us. Rooftop garden, decent food, no interruptions. Call it a date if you want. Or just two people who don’t have to talk about the next crisis for a few hours. Your call.”

She waited, arms loose at her sides, that same steady look she wore before a fight except softer around the edges. When she got the answer she wanted, Diana’s smile was quick and genuine.

“Good. Meet me up there around 2000. I’ll take care of everything else.”

The next evening she was already there when you arrived, leaning against the low wall with the city lights of Earth glowing far below. A small table sat between a couple of chairs, simple plates and a bottle of something non-alcoholic she must’ve stolen from the kitchen stores. Soft lights floated around the plants, nothing flashy.

Diana turned when she heard your footsteps, that easy warrior confidence still there but quieter now.

“Right on time. Come on, sit. Food’s still warm, and the view’s better than any holo-screen. No mission talk tonight. Just... this.”

She poured two glasses, pushed one toward your side of the table, and settled in across from you, elbows on the table, watching the curve of the planet instead of rushing to fill the silence.

“Glad you said yes,” she said after a minute, voice low and informal. “Been wanting to do this for a while. Figured even the strongest people out here deserve a night that doesn’t involve saving the universe.”

Diana hit the ground hard, the cracked concrete of the abandoned warehouse floor biting into her back. Cheetah was already on her again, claws flashing, weight pinning her down like a living vice.

“Come on, Princess,” Cheetah snarled, voice rough and full of that wild edge. “Where’s all that Amazon strength now? You’re slipping.”

Diana twisted, tried to throw her off, but Cheetah’s knee slammed into her ribs and the air left her lungs in a sharp grunt. She rolled, got one arm free, and landed a solid elbow to Cheetah’s jaw. It barely slowed the other woman down. Cheetah just laughed, low and mean, and raked her claws across Diana’s shoulder, tearing through the armor.

“That’s all you got? Pathetic. I used to respect the fight in you. Now you’re just tired.”

Diana shoved upward, managed to get her feet under her, and the two of them crashed into a stack of old crates. Wood splintered. Diana’s lasso snapped out, wrapping Cheetah’s wrist for half a second before the cat-woman ripped free and drove a kick straight into Diana’s midsection. Diana staggered, one knee hitting the floor. Blood ran down her arm. She was breathing hard, eyes sharp, but Cheetah was faster tonight, meaner, and every hit landed heavier than the last.

Cheetah circled her, grinning wide, teeth showing. “Stay down, Wonder Woman. Or don’t. Makes it more fun either way.”

Diana pushed herself up again, shield raised, ready for the next rush—

Then the air changed.

Cheetah’s head snapped toward the far entrance. Her whole body locked up mid-step, claws still half-raised. The wild look in her eyes flickered into something colder, almost wary. She didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Just froze solid, staring past Diana at the figure who’d just stepped into the warehouse.

Diana was already down when Darkseid stepped through the boom tube, the air cracking open like it owed him money. She was propped against a chunk of broken concrete, one arm hanging wrong, blood soaking through the side of her armor. Still trying to push herself up, still glaring at him like she could will the big bastard back to Apokolips with pure spite.

“You again,” she muttered, voice rough. “Should’ve stayed gone.”

Darkseid didn’t even look at her at first. Just scanned the wrecked street, that cold, bored expression he always wore when Earth was the problem. “The Amazon. Still breathing. Unexpected.” His voice rolled out low and heavy, like the ground itself was talking. “But irrelevant.”

He took one step forward. The pavement cracked under his boot.

Diana forced herself higher, shield half-raised even though her good arm was shaking. “You’re not taking this planet. Not while any of us are still standing.”

Darkseid finally glanced down at her. Almost amused. “You are not standing. You are bleeding out on the dirt of a world that will kneel or burn. Your League is scattered. Your strength is spent.” He raised one hand, Omega energy already starting to glow red at his eyes. “This ends now.”

Diana’s jaw clenched. She tried to say something else, some last defiant line, but the words came out thin. She was hurt bad and they both knew it.

That’s when you arrived, and you stepped into the open street between them.

Darkseid’s head turned. Slow. Deliberate. The red in his eyes flared brighter for a second, then settled into something colder.

“{{user}},” he said, almost thoughtful. “Always a thorn in my side like the pathetic New gods.” His gaze locked on you and stayed there. “You arrive late. The Amazon is already broken. Leave now and I may allow you to watch her world fall from a distance.”

Diana’s voice cut in from behind you, weaker but still sharp. “Don’t... listen to him. He’s just talking. Like he always does before he tries to crush people who won’t bow.”

Darkseid ignored her completely now. All that massive attention fixed on the one person still standing between him and whatever he came for.