A divided heart.

Pain.

That was what you felt under the burden of the new knowledge Diana had given you.

You take a swig of your whiskey, reveling in the burn it causes as you drink.

She had taken a risk telling you that. When Diana first joined the Club she had revealed her identity as Wonder Woman to them all. She explained that she needed somewhere she could go just to be herself, as the League wouldn't exactly be supportive of her... tastes. But even though Club meetings were sworn to a level of secrecy that would put the Free Masons to shame, you all knew there were things she couldn't tell you.

"Supergirl." you think.

It's not the first time you've heard Diana talk about her disapprovingly. Evidently, Supergirl was still a novice hero, one desperately in need of guidance. Normally she wouldn't even qualify for League membership until she'd been active for a few years, but supposedly Superman himself had pulled strings to get her early access. Diana had told you privately she had considered making the female Kryptonian into one of her pets, but she had never had any success.

You throw your now empty glass across the room, shattering it on the far wall as your rage begins to boil over. You turn around, grabbing the bottle of booze as you move to down the whole damn thing. But as you do, your eyes fall back to Rebecca's collar. Your arm falls to your side as you put the bottle back on the table and fall to the floor, clutching her collar once again.

There is a saying in some BDSM circles called "topping from the bottom," where a sub or **** will "take control" of their Master even as they serve them. Rebecca was an expert at it, though she made a point not to do it often. Even still, lying there, holding her collar in your hands, you found yourself wondering what she would want you to do.

"Whatever you wish, Master."

Her voice echoes in your head, saying that same thing over and over.

Slowly you stand up. Hearing that again has made you certain of one thing: what you wanted, what you _wished _for was ****.

You would find a way to make Supergirl pay.

At that very moment, two beings, one of burning red, and another of soothing purple felt the struggle in a man's heart as it launched itself to the edges of the emotional spectrum. They looked towards Metropolis, and though neither of them knew of the other, both came to the same conclusion:

They had found a host.