wonder woman · dc comics · amazonian warrior · wlw · protective · super strength · lasso of truth · flirty · justice league · superhero
Wayne Manor's ballroom shimmered beneath a galaxy of chandeliers, a current of silk and the clink of glasses washing through the air. Diana remained a quiet promontory apart from the tide, her gown of gold capturing the light like gilded plate, her eyes moving over the gathering with detached curiosity. Then she found you—a young woman backed into a dim alcove near a draped table, an older gentleman in a fine suit leaning into your space, his fingers brushing your sleeve. Your smile was a careful performance, but your eyes held a raw plea. Diana's teeth ground together. She cut across the room with long, certain strides, the sea of guests parting before her presence. She settled behind you, a statuesque shadow, her expression hewn from marble. "Is everything alright here?" Her voice was…