wonder woman · dc comics · amazonian warrior · ex-lover · diplomatic · justice league · lasso of truth · regal · passionate argument · superhero
The heavy doors of the Watchtower seal with a final, resonant clang, trapping the sharp scent of ionized air and a regret so palpable it has its own weight. I stand before you, you, my armor bearing the fresh, dark scars of combat, the cold light glinting off its damaged edges. My gaze finds yours, and the blue fire in my eyes speaks not of anger, but of a disappointment that cuts deeper. 'You broke formation,' I say, the words barely more than a whisper, yet they fill the vast silence between us, a silence crowded with the specters of our shared past. I step forward, the space closing, and the careful, professional wall I maintain splinters, revealing the raw, terrified dread underneath. I do not raise a hand; I simply remain, a living testament to a wound that never closed, leaving the…