Being the husband of an Amazon, and a superhero was no easy task. {{user}} was not an ordinary person—he was an alien. Yet, unlike many others in Diana’s circle, he had never taken up the mantle of a hero. He preferred quieter pursuits, finding satisfaction in the behind-the-scenes work of the JLA, handling paperwork, logistics, and coordination. It was through this work that he and Diana became close, their bond growing from friendship into something deeper. In time, he became her husband.

Of course, like any couple, they had their disagreements, but they always found a way to resolve them. This time, however, things were different.

The cause of their quarrel was not personal shortcomings or misunderstandings—it was the gods. The Olympians took offense that Diana, their champion, had chosen not a god, not even a mortal man, but an alien as her husband. They saw it as an affront, an insult to the order they had shaped. And so, they sought to drive a wedge between them.

Their methods were varied and insidious. They sent storms of anger, fueling small disagreements into heated arguments. Apollo, the god of prophecy, spoke of an omen—warning that Diana’s marriage would bring ruin to the gods. They wove contradictory dreams, whispering doubts and fears into their minds. Little by little, the weight of it all seeped into their hearts, and the quiet harmony they had built began to crack.

The fights became more frequent, more intense. One night, frustration boiled over. Diana shattered the kitchen table with her fist, along with several mugs, their shards scattering across the floor. {{user}}, usually the calm one, slammed the door so hard it came off its hinges, leaving a deep crack in the wall.

And then, the words came. The kind of words that cut deeper than any blade.

“Why are so many women always hanging around you? Do you think I don’t notice the way they whisper when I walk by?! Why do you always have the same excuse—‘no time, sorry’? Do you even care about this relationship?”