Diana had heard Jack Kadere and members of the Legends team talk more than once about how she would become Wonder Woman in the future. So when he suddenly claimed he'd just seen Wonder Woman, her first reaction was to point to herself.
"Me? I've been here the whole time."
Jack's smile widened. "You are Wonder Woman, yes… but Wonder Woman doesn't have to be only you. That's why this is so interesting. To see another Wonder Woman walking around here—now that's something. Who is she? Where did she come from? I'm dying to know."
"Where did you see her?" Diana asked, instantly curious.
Jack shook his head. "She was already too far off to follow. But if she's here, finding her shouldn't be difficult. First, let's get a good vantage point."
"Maybe she's here for Ares as well," Diana suggested.
"Could be," Jack replied with a shrug.
He had originally planned to wander a bit before hunting down Ares, but this unexpected twist made him change course. Within the hour, Jack had booked a suite on the top floor of the tallest hotel in the city. The bellhops and staff couldn't hide their curiosity—or envy—as he swept through the lobby with Diana and Kate in tow.
"The view's decent," Jack said approvingly as he walked to the window. From here, nearly the entire city stretched out before them. If this other Wonder Woman was here to stir trouble with Ares, they'd see something the moment a fight broke out.
Jack turned from the glass, spotting Kate still looking around the lavish suite like a wide-eyed tourist. He tugged her toward the bed with a casual pull. She sat down, and Jack—without hesitation—began making himself comfortable against her lap. His manner was infuriatingly nonchalant.
Meanwhile, Diana ignored him, pacing to the window and scanning the streets below. Jack's voice floated toward her, light but calculated. "This Wonder Woman must be connected to Themyscira. I'm wondering if your mother decided to name a replacement for you after leaving you in my care—someone to take up the title and complete your mission. If she defeats Ares, great. If not, well… you'll still be here to try yourself."
Diana frowned at that and turned toward him—only to stop short at the sight before her. Her eyes widened. Kate was no longer sitting stiffly—she was leaning into Jack's touch.
Jack turned his attention fully to Kate, his hands roaming her body, exploring every curve and dip. He captured her mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue delving in to tangle with hers, drawing moans of pleasure from her throat.
He began to tease her, his fingers tracing patterns on her skin, making her shiver and arch into his touch. He slipped a hand between her legs, finding her already wet and ready. Kate gasped, her hips bucking as he began to stroke her, his fingers moving in steady circles around her clit.
"Jack... that feels... so good..." Kate panted, her voice growing louder as her pleasure built.
Jack smirked, his fingers moving faster, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. "I want to hear you scream, Kate. Let the whole city know how much you love this."
Kate bit her lip, trying to stifle her cries, but Jack wouldn't have it. He slipped a finger inside her, curling it upward to find that sweet spot, making her cry out loudly.
"Jack... I... I can't... It's too much..." Kate moaned, her body tensing as she neared the edge.
Jack leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear. "Come for me, Kate. Scream my name. Show Diana what she's missing."
Kate's body convulsed as her orgasm hit her, a scream tearing from her throat. "Jack... Jack... Oh god, Jack!!!"
"You two are going too far," Diana said flatly, her voice carrying a sharp edge.
"Too far?" Jack asked, glancing up at Kate.
She gave a coy smile. "Not at all."
Jack laughed under his breath. "I'll let you dislike me, Diana—but don't whine about it. Otherwise…" His hand flicked, and the golden coils of the Lasso of Truth materialized in his grip, glinting faintly in the light. "I might do something you really won't like. Not that I haven't already."
Diana turned back toward the window, silent.
Jack leaned back with a satisfied smirk. "I just love how you can't stand me, yet can't do anything about it." He stretched, and Kate shifted on the bed in a way that made his smirk deepen.
"Jack... please... I can't... I can't keep up..." Kate panted, her body limply sprawled across the bed.
Jack smirked, his fingers slowing but not stopping. "Sure you can, Kate. I'll make sure of it."
For Diana, the sound of their interaction was like the voice of a demon in her ears—worse than Athena's cryptic warnings. Several times she considered leaving the room outright, but she didn't want to give Jack any excuse to turn his attention on her. So she fixed her gaze on the city skyline, willing herself not to react.
But Jack was a devil in more ways than one. He seemed to sense her strategy and turned it into a silent contest—who would break first? Who would look? Who would concede?
Jack wasted no time, positioning himself at Kate's entrance, feeling her stretch around him as he pushed forward, inch by agonizing inch. Kate gasped, her body tensing as she adjusted to his size.
"Jack... it's... it's too much..." she panted, her nails digging into his back.
Jack smirked, his hips surging forward, filling her completely. "It's not too much, kitten. It's exactly what you need."
He began to move, setting a punishing pace that had Kate crying out with each thrust. He dominated her, his body moving with precision and control, leaving no room for her to do anything but surrender to his will.
Kate's body convulsed as her orgasm hit her, unexpected and overwhelming. Jack continued to move, driving them both closer and closer to the edge, his own release building rapidly within him.
"Jack... I... I can't... I can't come again..." Kate panted, her body limp and sated.
Jack leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear as he growled, "You can take it, kitten. Come for me one more time. Scream my name."
With a final, strangled cry, Kate came undone, her body convulsing as another orgasm ripped through her. Jack followed her over the edge, his cock throbbing inside her as he came undone, filling her with his hot cum.
As they lay there, panting and sweat-soaked, Jack pulled Kate close, his voice filled with satisfaction. "You did amazing, kitten. You pleased your master."
Kate smiled weakly, her body limp and spent. "Only for you, Jack. Only for you."
Jack ran a hand through Kate's hair, his fingers tangling in the sweat-soaked strands. "You know, kitten, I've barely even started with you."
The minutes dragged into an hour. Then into two.
Kate was the first to falter, clearly on the verge of collapse. But Diana, jaw tight, still stared at the horizon.
Finally, unable to take it any longer, she spun around. "Enough!" she snapped.
The moment the words left her lips, Jack sat up like someone who'd just solved a puzzle. "I win," he said smugly.
"Childish," Diana muttered coldly.
Jack only shrugged, leisurely standing and heading for the bathroom. The sound of running water followed a moment later, leaving Diana glaring at the closed door. Kate lay back against the pillows, breathing hard, her expression a mix of exhaustion and defiance.
When Jack emerged, he was humming some tune that meant nothing to either of them. He glanced at Kate, who was now fast asleep, then lay back on the bed.
Turning to Diana, he asked with mock innocence, "Want me to save a spot for you?"
"I don't know why my mother thought I'd be better off with you," Diana replied coldly. "But if I have to endure this just to get stronger, I'd rather give it up. I'll find Ares—either I defeat him, or he defeats me."
Her voice was resolute as she opened the door and left without another word.
"I'm an obedient man—unchanging until death," Jack chuckled to himself. "But I only obey myself. No need to pretend to be a saint. Just do whatever you want."
With that, he pulled Kate closer and shut his eyes. As for Diana? Who cared.
Night fell over the city. The silence was suddenly broken by a distant explosion, followed by flames erupting into the sky.
Both Jack and Kate jolted awake. The flickering light outside their window illuminated the dark room.
"Where's Diana?" Kate asked groggily, realizing she wasn't in the room.
"She left," Jack replied casually, walking over to the window.
Diana's gifts weren't limited to her warrior training—one of her divine blessings came from Artemis, the goddess of the hunt. It heightened her senses far beyond human limits—sharpening her sight, hearing, smell, taste, and touch to supernatural levels. That gift allowed her to spot targets from impossible distances, react with lightning precision, and even deflect bullets or energy blasts with her bracers.
Jack's own sight wasn't divine, but it was far from ordinary. Even though the fire was miles away, he focused, magnifying his vision until it was as clear as peering through a high-powered scope.
Amidst the flames, he spotted Diana—locked in fierce combat with an older man clad in dark armor. The aura he radiated was unmistakable.
Ares, the God of War.
"So she was after him," Jack muttered, leaning forward with interest.
But Diana wasn't the only one drawing his attention. A second figure moved within the chaos—a warrior with similar Amazonian armor and a weapon that caught the firelight: a silver lasso. Gold for Diana, silver for her.
Her build, stance, and skill made Jack pause. Far stronger than an average Amazon, clearly trained for years. There weren't many who could fill Diana's boots as Wonder Woman.
Donna Troy?