Two days later at the Halls of Justice medical ward…

Diana stood worried with her arms crossed, looking through the window at Oliver Queen recuperating. The man was laying on a hospital bed surrounded by machines that took readings of his vitals. Nearby, Dinah sat next to him and smiled as he looked over to her with tired eyes and a dopey smile when she squeezed his hand in hers. Lines leading to his forearm pumped morphine into him to dull the pain in his nose, mouth and everywhere else that had been broken after he was knocked out by Queen Hippolyta’s general. She smiled somewhat when she found the man became more animate, making Dinah squeeze his hand again and laugh. Sighing, she almost didn’t notice Clark move to stand next to her, joining her seeing the couple from the other side of the window.

“How is he?” She asked, turning her attention to the man of steel beside her.

“Mr. Terrific and the Atom gave him a look over. He’s got a broken nose and jaw that will require some work and he has a couple of cracked ribs, and internal bruising, but he’ll make it.”

Seeing Oliver talk but unable to hear him, she saw Dinah laugh again and playfully smack the injured man over the shoulder, just light enough that he winced and laid his head back down on his pillow before she bent down to kiss him on the forehead. “People say strange things when they are on morphine.”

“What did he say?”

Smiling and shaking his head, Clark looked back at Diana with a smirk. “He said he thought he woke up in heaven because he’s seeing three of her right now.”

Smiling at that, Diana resisted the act to laugh herself before she walked around Clark to enter the room and greet the couple. The moment Diana poked her head through the door and waved to Green Arrow and Black Canary, it gave her a sense of relief that they waved her in with Dinah offering the woman an extra chair to sit while Superman stepped inside to join and stood opposite the recuperating archer.

“Heeeeeey…. ANOTHER angel, wow I must be blessed… I should get punched out more often.”

Snorting at the man’s ramblings, Dinah could only shake her head with a smile before she locked eyes with the Amazonian Princess and leaned back in her chair. “Hi Diana, any word from your mom?”

“No Dinah, if I’m right, they are still sailing back to Themyscira, the trip would take them some time to get there. I intend to meet them there to speak on the matter of what happened.”

“Right…” Leaning back and crossing her arms, Dinah blew a strand of hair away from her eyes, her smile fading somewhat as she turned her attention to Oliver trying to listen in. “Between you and me Di? If she had pulled that stunt anywhere else, she’d be the one in a hospital bed.”

“Dinah…”

“I’m serious Clark!” Scoffed the blonde boxer, eyeing the man in blue. “Amazon or not, she’d be catching hands with me the second she thought about hurting Ollie!”

Tightening her fists resting on her lap, Diana looked to the **** man on the hospital bed and back to Dinah. A look of shame and disappointment written on her features as she sat up and immediately left the room. Making her way out, she turned back when she spotted Clark there at the door.

“Diana… Aren’t you going to stay? I’m sure she doesn’t blame you for what happened to him. Her OR Oliver.”

“I know… But it IS my fault that the situation happened in the first place. Ocypete should have never done what she had done.”

“She was a stranger in a strange land Diana. From what you’ve told me about your people, NONE of them save a scant few have ever stepped on land outside of their paradise for centuries, if that. She was probably scared.”

“That may be true, but it doesn’t defend the act, Clark. I must go back to my home to speak to my mother about the matter. Perhaps… With some bruised egos, Oliver may find some justice in what happened that day.”

With sunken shoulders, Clark shook his head and turned his attention back to Oliver and Dinah. “Alright, take care Diana, I’ll let them know you wished them well.”

Smiling with a courteous nod, Diana left the hallway and made to leave. Her invisible jet was parked and fueled in the hanger bay below the Halls. Making her way to the elevator doors, she waited for the elevator to come to her floor when she heard a familiar voice nearby just out of sight.

“Heading back home to give your mother’s advisors a pat on the back?”

Frowning, Diana turned to see Batman come out of hiding, his face a permanent scowl, and unreadable. Straightening her stance, Wonder Woman narrowed her eyes back at the Dark Knight.

“My people have returned home until the next appointment with the U.N. in a month’s time. I intend to also return home to them and address my mother’s staff and how they behaved today. Even I am not blind to the damage they’ve caused.”

“Little hard not to be.”

Frowning deeper, it always bristled at Diana at how shameless Bruce could be in his accusations, as if he were above reproach.

“I will see justice met Bruce; you have my word. But my people are new to the rest of Man’s world, they need time to understand the gravity of their actions.”

Snorting, Bruce’s face never changed in expression. “I’ve never needed to use kid gloves on criminals to make them learn their lesson Diana, no matter what position or title they may think they have. They’re all the same.” Turning, Batman walked away until he stopped and looked over his shoulder. “Superman sees the best in people Diana, I see the worst. YOU have the benefit of seeing the truth, you’re the only one who can. Just remember that when you try to coddle the ego of a woman I wouldn’t trust with a tea cake knife!”

Breathing in sharply, and exhaling slowly, Diana’s frown diminished slightly after hearing his words. He wasn’t wrong, as much as she hated to admit it. Ocypete and Aello were always the fiercest of her sisters. In her people’s history, they were the first to break free of Man’s slavery and liberate her people from the clutches of Ares and sail with them to paradise island, songs of their deeds were sung, and their deeds forever adorned in their temples to Demeter, Aphrodite, and Artemis. it was what granted them their rank among the rest of her peers to be the Queen’s most loyal and trusted advisors. But they were also… Hot tempered.

Stepping out of the elevator to the underground hanger, Princess Diana made her way down the row of flying vehicles her friends used. A spare Batwing, the second Blue Beetle’s airship, even a Thanagarian space vessel Hawk Man came back with on his space travels. In a lot that appeared empty, Diana carefully traced her hand out to feel the metallic surface of her invisible jet and quickly made for the cockpit. Although the exterior of the vessel was invisible to the naked eye, the INTERIOR was not. Pulling the glass visor over her head to click shut, she flicked her fingers deftly over the startup switches and heard the engine thrum to life.

Up ahead, the doors to the hanger opened automatically for the invisible jet to make its departure and take flight. If she were lucky, she might arrive in time for the royal feast, and catch her mother and sisters in better spirits.