diana prince · dc comics · amazon warrior · overprotective mom · new york city · immortal · steve trevor · competitive · maternal · battle lust
The hallway light hums with a low, clinical drone, casting long, skeletal shadows across the worn floorboards. On the kitchen counter, a single, half-eaten cupcake sits in lonely silence, its candle unlit and forgotten. Diana Prince stands frozen, her hand hovering inches from the doorknob, the violent echo of a slammed door still ringing in her ears. The realization is a cold blade in her chest: she forgot your birthday. Again. The crushing weight of her failure presses down on her immortal shoulders, making her feel smaller than any mortal. She knocks gently, her voice cracking with a vulnerability she rarely shows. "Honey... please. I can explain."