It was too late to realise how far Diana had gone after recovering her beloved Steve. While she was most grateful that her wish had been granted, she was very suspicious of its magical properties and aimed to investigate its origins. It would not be easy, however, due to its origin being tracked throughout history but until she would get a proper look at it, she would later come to discover something truly terrifying.

Once in Diana's apartment, the two found comfort in the more gentle atmosphere as most of Diana's property consisted of all things expected to be seen in one's home, but the additional pictures of friends and loved ones certainly stood out. Steve responded with indignation towards Diana's moving on from him despite him being pleased that she did. But the pain of having to choose was something he didn't want to bring onto her.

Diana noticed her phonebook wide open to a page that started with the first initial of her first name and spoke out about it. "Oh, so this is how you found me."

"Yeah, the phonebook. I guess some things are just future-proof."

"So you broke into my apartment?"

"Yeah, I tried to use the bike at first. I couldn't really figure out how to get it going, so I ran over and saw you come back. Aaaand I was stunned. There you were. So I, uh, followed you. Like a creep. Diana, look at you. It's... it's not like not one day has passed."

The smile on Diana's lips remained unquivered at her revived adoration for her previous lover.

"I can't say the same about you," said Diana.

"Right, right, right. You're... you got married? You have a kid now?"

"Yes. We have been together for a long time now. His name is (Y/n). I think you'll love him."

"A-And your kid?"

"Lyta Prince-Wayne."

"Wayne?"

"You knew of one in the army?"

Steve shrugged his shoulders.

Now on the topic of her family, Diana thrilled herself in sharing with Steve everything he had missed out on in the past seventy or so years. For the remaining hour, Diana spent teaching the professional pilot about things that he needed to catch up on before they retired to sleep. Knowing her status, Steve kept his distance yet kept close for their prolonged absence in each other's lives.

That next day, Diana woke up refreshed and anew but with a very strange feeling that something was amiss. Disregarding the strange sensation, Diana awoke to her ex-boyfriend crunching on something while sharing her bed. The dirty blonde man's expression became shocked as if he were a child caught eating past their bedtime. Innocently, Steve explained that all he had to eat were Pop Tarts which left crumbs on his chest and the sheets.

Before their day out, Diana helped her old boyfriend in fixing his habiliments so that he no longer looked reprehensible in her eye. Even not being a couple anymore, Diana allowed Steve's eyes to wander about her body as she searched extensively through her closet for choices that would best suit her ex-boyfriend.

"So you said, a stone started all this?" Steve inquired as he tucked in his shirt.

Diana nodded her head as she continued to search for something that she thought would match Steve's looks.

"This is... dynamite. What do you think?"

As enthusiastic as he was, Diana couldn't help but lay it down as gently as she could that she did not approve of his attire at all. "Yeah... Yeah? Yeah nnuhh... I think we can do better."

Even when trying to dress her own husband for special occasions, she never had this much of an issue, let alone fashioning her own daughter. That day, she and Steve had to themselves as Diana gave him a tour of the town and so many magnificent things that he was unfortunate to miss out on due to his life being set in the early-mid ninetieth century on that planet. Never before had Steve been so happy, if not, in a very long, long time.

Being reborn through the stone granted Steve one last chance to spend time with the woman he loved before his departure. For the whole day, they caught up on the valuable time that they missed out on. While all good things lasted as long as they did, it had to come to an unpredictable end. As the days went on, the world became more out of control due to the Dreamstone, where he, Maxwell Lord, now embodied the very wishing stone itself.

Back home in Gotham, the world Batman was finally allowed to take rest from having to endure a night full of torture, mayhem, injustice and death. Psychologically, he was unchanged, yet rather awestruck by what he laid witness to during his night trapped on Arkham Island. From his simple transporting the Joker to Arkham to having to combat a Titan-induced Joker with his dear old friend's life on the line.

In the end, it would never truly be over.

(Y/n) had taken some joy in his life without his wife. However, those rare moments would last as short as the Dodo's - in all honesty, he truly didn't enjoy those moments without his wife, which made (Y/n) come to question just what exactly she was up to in Washington. So, (Y/n) decided to pay her a visit. Without any comprehension of just how terribly the world and the economy was falling apart, (Y/n) was introduced to chaos upon arrival in one of the main streets in D.C..

People clamoured and squalled as if it were the riots of 1968 following the assassination of the African-American civil rights activist, Martin Luther King during that time period. Only now, what wishes people had granted turned into chaos following the revoking of people's life essence as per Maxwell Lord's greed and avarice. (Y/n) could barely make head nor tail of the situation as everybody's disarray left them all as lost as ducklings without their mother crossing roads.

But by a stroke of luck, (Y/n) identified the one woman who stood out of the crowd. His precious Diana was injured; she was limping and with grazes on her right shoulder and her chest like some dark magic had compelled her to feel mortal and weak. What stopped (Y/n) from going to her aid was the man in her company. He had brown hair combed back with a rather square-shaped head. He was buff in appearance but seemed innocent to harm a squirrel.

(Y/n)'s heart ached at the sight of her being in the intimate company of the other man. When he suspected disloyalty, he then questioned his own devotion to his marriage and his wife. Negative thoughts filled (Y/n)'s mind, making him disapprove of every word his wife spoke to comfort him with. (Y/n) continued to watch them as they hid behind a pillar and kept the gap between their faces just inches apart to the point she gave one big strong kiss.

Unable to take anymore, (Y/n) pried his eyes away and took deep breaths following his emotions running wild. But before he could even consider confronting her about the alleged affair, Diana was running up the road with superhuman speed before she used her Lasso of Truth to grapple onto something in the sky. In the blink of an eye, she was gone. 

Shocked at this new talent, (Y/n) stood speechlessly before picking up his jaw and helped those in the middle of the chaos. His investigating the recent disturbances made (Y/n) shocked to uncover something in relation to the Old Gods. Themyscira's archives provided the necessary information for him to catch up on why the world was askew. However, (Y/n) still could not put his finger on why Diana was being soft to another man. 

A prolonged search through his memory matched pieces of the puzzle to make him realise that she could have made her wish to restore her old lover back to life. Knowing that wherever she was, she would resolve the catastrophes that resulted in nuclear war. In the final hour before war sparked between Russia and the U.S, Diana strived to overcome her former ally and friend who had been corrupted by the power of the Dreamstone.

A strong wind encircled Max Lord as he stood in the centre of the room, a base of operations that telecasted himself across the entire world for him to grant people's wishes, in return that he lived forever and to make the world happy. He felt like a god. But he was too naïve to understand the truth behind the Dreamstone. 

"... I'M A FORGIVING MAAAAN!!" Maxwell sang proudly. "YOU WANT HIM BACK?! JUST SAY THE WORD! YOU CAN HAVE IT ALL!! YOU JUST HAVE TO WANT IT!!" 

"I've never wanted anything more," wept Diana as tears ran down her cheeks in mourning for losing somebody she loved. "But he's gone. And that's the truth. And everything has a price - one I'm not willing to pay. Not anymore. This world was a beautiful place just as it was and you cannot have it all. You can only have the truth. And the truth is enough. The truth is beautiful. So look at this world and look at what your wish is costing you. You must be the hero. Only you can save the day. Renounce your wish if you want to save this world." 

"WHY WOULD I, WHEN IT'S FINALLY MY TURN?! THE WORLD BELONGS TO ME! YOU CAN'T STOP ME, NO-ONE CAN!" Maxwell yelled defiantly. 

Diana shook her head. "I wasn't talking to you. I was talking to everyone else. Because you're not the only one who has suffered; who wants more, who wants them back, who doesn't want to be afraid anymore. Or alone." 

"STOP! CUT THE SIGNAL! STOP!" 

"Or frightened, or powerless... 'Cause you're not the only one who imagined a world where everything was different. Better, finally. A world where they were loved and seen, and appreciated. Finally. But what is it costing you? Do you see the truth?" 

Only then did Max see enlightenment: through that of his love for his son. The danger he put his son into only invoked Maxwell's desire for his son to be safe. He could hear his son calling for him, and he, his father. The desperation and longing in Maxwell's and his son's voice brought salvation when he and billions of others across the world renounced their wish. And at that, the madness had finally come to an end. 

The damage people's wishes brought out had been reversed as normality was brought back to the way it was, as those whose lives had been changed for the better by their wishes were revoked. (Y/n) had become relieved that the people were no longer engulfed in their own madness, consumed by their inner demons to live out the chaos and destruction at the whim of people's fear and inability to fend for themselves. 

Massive clean ups renewed the look of their streets as families were reunited. Seeing the world as it was made people enjoy the life they lived. For most, that was. However, not a moment went by when (Y/n) wished that his upbringing was altered. He even thought similarly to that of his brother who was surely mourning if (Y/n) was aware of what he had involved himself in during the conflict of nations. 

At the end of the day, Diana had spent a prolonged amount of time from home before she eventually found herself ready to be welcomed home by her family - a family she managed to secure - but without the realisation that (Y/n) was all too lacking in generosity and understanding. By time time she arrived home, Diana hoped that she arrived well after her husband and daughter's bedtime. 

Alas, that was not the case. 

In the dark of the apartment, Diana entered through the living room window, closing it as quietly as she could before she made her way over into the kitchen and automatically went to open the fridge door. Not a sound was made except for the fridge door closing and Diana gulping down milk from the carton when followed her choking at the sight of her husband sitting in the living room with a lamp switched on to illuminate his ominous figure. 

"You're back." (Y/n) greeted his wife in a monotonous tone she found quite unsettling due to it being well out of his character. 

Shocked by his presence, Diana was left a stuttering mess at how strangely he was acting. 

"Y-You're still awake. I, I thought you would have been fast asleep by now?" Diana responded nervously, added to the humourless chuckle she made. 

"Diana, we need to talk." 

"Okay...?" 

"I'm just going to cut to the chase." (Y/n) said abruptly. "I went to visit you in Washington earlier. And you know what I  found? You kissing some, some guy - 'cause if that's the one and only Steve Trevor you talk about, then he doesn't look about as handsome as I thought him to be. In fact, I have reason to suspect you of--" 

"I'm not cheating on you, (Y/n). That was the Dreamstone. It granted me my wish to bring Steve back from the dead, but at the cost of my powers. I... w-we said our goodbyes. I made my choice, I hope you understand that, (Y/n)." 

(Y/n) frowned and bowed his head, realising now that she was in suffering. At first, he wanted to comfort her, but instead he chose to give her some space. What he failed to comprehend, however, was his wife approaching him with her arms now wrapped around his neck. (Y/n) picked her up and carried her off to bed and laid his beloved wife on their bed and helped dismantle her out of her armour until she were down to her underwear before they hit the hay.