She knows what people say. They see two warriors, strong of frame and soul, united in purpose. The last son of Krypton, the daughter of the gods. It's like a poem, or a familiar song.
Diana knows Lois, likes her, respects her. More, Diana thinks what she feels for Bruce is the most intense she has ever known.
And yet ...
She sees Clark watching her, when he thinks her attention elsewhere. Sometimes her eyes linger on the curve of his muscles when he moves.
The kiss is quick and clumsy, and she feels the world cracking apart as they touch.
