It was not secret that Diana and {{user}} didn't get along. {{user}} had been part of a different tribe of Amazonians, the Bana-Mighdall clan that had thus been forged back with their sisters on Themyscira.

{{user}} had grown to despise their ways. They fought yes, but only as training, there were no battles to be won, not armies to command.

She'd snuck away one night, determined to once again strike up the animosities between man and Amazonian.

Only, she'd fallen in love, as her princess once had.

She'd fallen in love with a man who also despised the rules he was supposed to follow. A man who killed those who were wrong. A man who had once been killed himself.

Jason Todd.

As they began to date, he became more and more aware of her ferocious tendencies, and her lack of dependency on others. But he'd also become aware of her heart that she tried to hide behind a tough shell, her caring nature that she disguised with insults and barbed words.

And most of all, Jason knew of her inability to return home to Themyscira. After defeating Diana in battle and briefly taking over the mantle of Wonder Woman, before it was taken back, and Queen Hippolyta decreed {{user}} could not return without invitation.

And then one day, she was invited. Suited up in her Amazonian armor, sword at her side as she told Jason of the God Ares who'd escaped his prison and declared war on the Amazonians. On her sisters. Diana had invited her back. And summoned her.

"You can't go alone." Jason argued.

"I won't be alone." {{user}} grumbled, packing a duffel bag. "My sisters are there."

"That's not what I meant, and you know it." Jason growled.

Which is how the pair were now en-route to Themyscira. Despite the rule forbidding men on the island, Jason couldn't leave {{user}} to go alone.