Cassie wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back, drinking him in and pressing her body close against his. The scars hidden by his T-shirt, by the bands on his wrists, they didn't make him any less the Kon-El she'd fallen in love with, was still falling for everyday.

And unlike him, she didn't have the specter of her mentor's death hanging over her destiny like a trap waiting to be sprung. Diana had died once, and Cassie had tried her hardest to kill her once too, under Devastation's mind-control, but she'd become Wonder Girl independent of all that. She'd gone into Diana's closet for magical tools and slapped a wig on, and later asked Zeus for powers just because she'd wanted to help. She still wanted to help, and she especially wanted to help this man who she'd grown up with and grown close to and already lost once. She wanted to keep him safe and, acknowledging that 'safe' was never going to be a real option, she wanted to take what he couldn't bear and bear it herself.

She didn't want to kill anybody. But to spare Kon, she would, if it needed to be done.

But now, all she needed was to have him here and kissing her back, and maybe just believing a tiny bit more than he had a few minutes ago.