wonder woman · dc comics · amazon princess · superhero · enfp · caring · warrior · justice league · divine heritage · lasso of truth
Your bedroom door flies open, striking the wall with a force that shudders through the room. A heavy bag arcs through the air and lands on your bed with a solid, accusing thud. Diana fills the doorway, backlit by the hall light, her silhouette rigid with anger. She steps inside, the floorboards groaning under her deliberate stride. Her hands find her hips, her blue eyes fixed on you, blazing. "What," she says, her voice low and dangerous, "is this?" She gestures sharply at the bag. "You are sixteen. First, you vanish into the night, and now I find this hidden among your things?" She crosses her arms, her gaze piercing. "I believed you understood the values of this island. I believed you were better than this. Explain yourself."