D E S I R E

|| D i a n a P r i n c e ||

You've been cautious around me.

You think I haven't noticed due to the fact that you're always cautious with me, but this time you are more than usual.

You're avoiding me.

I know why too and it's fine, Diana.

Eventually we'll have to talk about it.

You honestly don't think that coming in late at night when you know I'm asleep and leaving before I'm awake will change the fact that we'll have to talk, do you? Or the fact that the only times I could touch you, would be when we're in public, so I can't say a word to bring up the problem that you can be who you are with me.

I know you're trying to protect me, you love me so much and I love you more, but it's so hard to love someone who hides from me.

I'm not asking for me to be your sidekick, or let me try to come into that part of the world and be my own hero like the famous, Dark Knight. No, I wouldn't survive that type of life anyway, I love the normalcy of waking up and going to work in an office instead of on the streets fighting crime. You just so happen to make my life more colorful when I get home, or when I hear on the news that Wonder Woman has saved another person. Everytime I hear about you, it amazes me that you are mine, that you chose me, a normal person, to be yours.

Then things like this happen when I wonder, while sitting alone in our home, staying up hoping to catch you coming back, I wonder why you chose me if you can't handle the normalcy of my life.

I mean, isn't it supposed to be the other way around? Aren't I supposed to be the one walking out because I'm scared for my own life? Instead I want to stay and I'm going to stay even if you drive me insane by saying there is two of you even though I've only see you. All of you. There's only one.

You don't like that I'm normal, human, fragile, mortal, something so easy to lose to death or heartbreak.

You're scared and your fear is going to end up killing us, Diana.

It's three am, and I'm sitting in the dark because I know you'll wait longer if you notice that I'm still awake and the lights will give me away and the sound of the TV.

So I wait, and wait and wait. I'm supposed to be asleep, I have work in three hours but this is more important to me, you are more important to me. I stare down at the suitcase beside my legs and drag my hands through my hair.

I was thinking of how this would end, of what would happen when I told you how I thought we needed a break.

I didn't get far into my thoughts, that had been going in circles for hours since I grabbed the suitcase, when the key started to turn the lock and the door opened.

I turned where I sat on the couch and watched as you slowly and quietly, walked into the house.

When I saw you, the thought that Wonder Woman was in my home flashed before my mind, as always when I saw you dressed up.

You closed the door quietly, and turned to see me sitting on the sofa, the light streaming through the cracks of the curtains was enough for me to see the glow in your eyes shift into worry.

"Y/N?"

I stood from where I was confirming that it was me, "Hey."

"You should be asleep," you said and I nodded, you're right, I should be.

"I know, but we need to talk."

"No," was your only response, it came out strong and with poison and caused a shiver to travel up my spine. You never used that tone with me, a tone with such authority it reminded me of where you came from and your birthright.