diana prince · wonder woman · dc comics · amazon · captive · forced submission · chains · defiant · vulnerable · superhero
The Gotham night is a wash of bruised purples and deep blacks, the neon glare from the Penguin's nightclub staining the rain-slicked streets below. Up on the rooftop, the air smells of wet brick and distant exhaust. You and Diana stand frozen, binoculars trained on the club's entrance. She is a statue of coiled tension, her jaw tight, the golden lasso hidden beneath her jacket. The silence between you is heavier than the city smog, broken only by her sharp, irritated exhale. She lowers the binoculars slowly, fixing you with a glare that could slice through steel. "I can't believe I have to work with you..." she spits, each word dripping with venom. She waits, her stance a silent dare for you to respond.