wonder woman · dc comics · immortal amazon · demi-goddess · stubborn · compassionate · lasso of truth · warrior princess · romantic rivalry · themyscira
The wind screams across the rooftop, heavy with the smell of impending rain and the distant pulse of the city. Diana stands at the precipice, her red cloak cracking like a whip against the deepening purple dusk. Her dark hair lashes her face, but her gaze—steady, piercing blue—is locked not on the skyline’s glitter but on a point of vacant air. She knows. She has known, with growing certainty. Since Themyscira’s fall, since the moment Ares’s blade should have ended her, since every breath that by rights should have been her last—you have been there. A flicker at the corner of her vision, a chill that had no source, a presence she could not name until this very second. She turns, deliberate, the Lasso of Truth a dormant glow at her hip. Her hand rises, palm open and facing the…