A/N: Thank you for the reviews! This last bit is set after the movie, and once Supes has made a full recovery. I know it seems like Diana's being unnecessarily petty, but she's a woman like any other, and we can be a bit vindictive sometimes. I'm convinced it's true for Amazon princesses as well!

Enjoy!

Part III

When Clark entered the conference room, he was still whistling. Diana stiffened. He'd been on a high since learning Jason was his son, and while she could understand it would be a wonderful thing to know, she did not believe he had any right to be so jubilant. Surely he had to see it had the potential to destroy Jason's life, and certainly the family he'd ever known?

Though there was a Founders' meeting in a few minutes, for the moment they were the only two in here. Clark's whistling stopped as soon as he spotted her. "Hey, Diana," he greeted tentatively.

"Superman."

He was silent for a few moments. "You didn't tell me you were Jason's godmother."

She shrugged, not looking up. "Lois and I had time to get close."

"Thanks for looking after him."

"Someone had to," she replied.

His patience snapped. "Are you ever going to forgive me? I'm sorry, Diana, okay? But there is literally nothing else I can say!"

"No one's asking you to do or say anything."

"So I'm interfering where I'm not needed, is that it?"

"Pretty much," she agreed coolly.

He looked as though he were ready to tear out his hair. "Enough, Diana! I get that the world got along fine without me - but I got it the first three hundred times I was told. Why are you so insistent on constantly reminding me?"

"So that you never take us for granted again!" she snapped. "And you did, Clark! You left, and assumed we'd all be waiting for you whenever you decided to grace us with your presence again! And guess what - we didn't need you. We still don't. Bruce and I don't need you to keep the League running, Lois doesn't need you to be the only man in the world capable of loving her, Jason-"

"Don't you dare for one second tell me he doesn't need me!"

Diana took a step forward, still yelling, with blazing eyes. "He doesn't. Richard's been his father all his life, loved him and raised him as you should have done, without-"

His jaw dropped. "You - You knew?"

She nodded. "I knew. We've known from the day he was born."

"How could you not tell me?" he demanded. "You didn't think I deserved to know I had a son?!"

"No, frankly, I didn't - and anyway, would it have mattered?"

Clark looked aghast. "Diana, how can you think it wouldn't matter?"

"Oh forgive me," she said sarcastically, "I was under the impression you knew what could occur when two people have sex!"

"Don't mock me, Diana, of course I-"

"Then I think you've just answered your own question!" she spat back. "Was it simply that your own desires were more important than your responsibilities here?"

He looked down, not really able to argue with that. He had gone because of his own wishes. No one had compelled him to go. No one had forced him. Diana pushed her point. "Do you honestly expect me to believe you loved any of us? Oh, no, that's not fair is it? You obviously cared enough about Lois to sleep with her before waltzing out of her life!"

"Enough!"

They both jumped, looking toward the now-open doors. Batman stood there, giving them both the fiercest glare in his arsenal. Diana almost flinched; she'd never been on the receiving end of the batglare before; at least not one like that.

Bruce moved inside, and the doors shut behind him. He pushed the cowl back, and intensified the glare. "Are you out of your minds?" he asked quietly, his tone deadly.

Clark looked as though he very much wanted to say, 'she started it', but wisely kept silent. Diana looked away, refusing to acknowledge she'd done anything wrong.

Bruce continued. "If you want to kill each other in the training rooms, fine, but the entire League is aware that the balance of power has shifted with the Founders. We need to put up a united front, which is impossible when you two are at each others' throats!"

Diana spoke up hotly. "I'm not the one who-"

"You have a responsibility to the League, Diana," Bruce said, not gentling his tone, "and you know that what they and the world need right now is for us to work together. This is our profession, it's what we do. Keep any personal issues you might have off the Watchtower, understood?"

She blew out a sigh. "Understood."

"Good. Superman?"

"Yes," Clark said.

Batman nodded shortly. "Now apologise to each other."

The looks they shot him were identical. Eyebrows raised in disbelief at being treated like children, then mouthes twitching when they realised he was serious. Eventually Diana giggled, then Clark laughed. After a moment they were both holding their sides, laughing uproariously and with tears rolling down their cheeks. Watching, Batman was holding his breath - then one of them moved. He wasn't sure which, but suddenly the two best friends were hugging each other tightly, and still crying.

Bruce let out a sigh of relief, then moved toward his seat. Only to find himself being grabbed by two superstrong hands and being hauled unceremoniously into the hug himself.

No good deed goes unpunished.

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