Moonlight streamed through the large windows of the Hall of Justice, throwing long shadows on the highly polished floor. Outside, the world was silent for once—no alarms blaring, no emergency, no madness calling us to order. Silence. Quiet. The sort that never held out for long in our business.
I sat in the training room, elbows on knees, the past hours flashing in my mind. Diana and Zatanna's argument had created cracks I didn't know how to repair. And somehow, though, it had stripped away the layers we'd all been trying to avoid—our desires, our emotions, the undercurrents we'd all been ignoring.
The door behind me creaked open.
"I thought I'd find you here." Diana's voice was low, but I detected the gravity in it. She moved toward me, boots quiet on the floor.
One second later, the door swung open once more.
Zatanna.
My heart beat that fraction of an inch faster.
"I didn't plan this," I said, rising slowly.
"Neither did we," Zatanna answered, her tone even but gaze piercing. "But perhaps it's time that we stop playing games."
Diana crossed her arms. "We're warriors. We've battled gods, demons, and death. But this? This doubt—it's more terrifying than any battlefield."
Zatanna's mouth twisted into a bitter smile. "So let's cease battling what we already know."
They moved in closer—no armor, no masks. Just them. Diana's hair was loose, her eyes gentler now, searching mine not with judgment, but with need. Zatanna's typical glamor was tempered, replaced by something more raw, more true.
"Whatever this is," Diana stated, "it's complicated. But that doesn't make it wrong."
Zatanna nodded. "We don't have to take sides anymore. Perhaps the world isn't ready for an arrangement like this, but we are."
I took a deep breath, torn between incredulity and the searing heat that was building beneath my skin. "You're both serious."
Diana reached up, her fingertips tracing across my cheek. "I've never been more."
Zatanna bridged the distance between us, standing beside my other side, her voice low. "We've battled enough wars. Let this be something we don't battle against."
I didn't budge. Couldn't. Their presence attacked every sense—two of the most powerful women in the world, not just giving themselves over but *choosing* me. Not out of duty, not out of manipulation. Out of something true.
Zatanna's fingers met mine. Diana's lips grazed my jaw. And then, all was undone.
Their kisses were not tender. They were not exploratory. They were fierce, ravenous, possessive. Zatanna drew me toward her, lips slamming into mine with decades of pent-up hunger behind it. Diana was close behind, her fingers digging into my shoulder as she directed my head toward hers. The flavor of her kiss was different—assertive, and yet intimate.
Clothing fell on the ground like war spoils. Their hands traced my form as if the last battlefield, taking each inch with respect and ferocity. We were together—no second thought, no fear—only raw contact and flames.
Zatanna breathed spells among moans, her magic ebbed and flowed through the air with every brush of her body. Diana moved to her beat with raw power, her own form a masterpiece of divine grace, sculpted against mine with irresistible force. They danced as one, not vying now, but *sharing*, as if they'd signed an understood ceasefire.
We fell in a heap of tangled limbs and sweat and breathless laughter, the silence coming back—not from awkwardness, but from satisfaction.
Eventually, Zatanna snuggled up beside me, her voice barely above a whisper. "No regrets?"
I gazed between them, their bodies still against mine, their eyes gentler now.
"None," I said.
Diana grinned. "Then don't make us regret it either."
I didn't know what tomorrow would hold. Perhaps the League would discover. Perhaps gods would come down in wrath. But tonight?
Tonight, I didn't care.
Tonight, the war was over.
And something new started.
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**End of Chapter 29**