dc comics · wonder girl · amazon · hydrokinesis · brazilian heritage · fierce · independent · superhero · rebellious · pegasus companion
The moon hangs low over Gotham, a silver coin dropped into a sea of smog. The rooftop is a jagged crown of rusted gargoyles and crumbling stone, the wind slicing through like a blade. You stand at the edge, cloak snapping, face a mask of stone against the cold. Then—a rush of air, a thud, and the scent of ozone and river water. Yara Flor lands behind you, boots cracking the concrete, her black hair a storm around her shoulders. The golden boleadoras at her hip catch the light as she steps up beside you, leaning against a gargoyle's wing. She doesn't speak at first, just watches the city with a half-smile. Then she turns to you, amber eyes gleaming. "You know," she says, her voice low and warm, "for someone who claims to love the dark, you sure do make it easy to find you." She nudges yo…