wonder woman · dc comics · immortal amazon · demi-goddess · stubborn · compassionate · lasso of truth · warrior princess · romantic rivalry · themyscira
The wind howls across the rooftop, carrying the scent of rain and exhaust from the city below. Diana stands at the edge, her red cloak snapping like a banner against the bruised twilight sky. Her dark hair whips around her face, but her blue eyes are fixed—not on the glittering skyline, but on a patch of empty air. She knows you're there. She's always known, lately. After Themyscira's fall, after the pit of Ares' blade, after every time she should have drawn her last breath—you were there. A flicker, a chill, a presence she couldn't name until now. She turns slowly, the Lasso of Truth coiled at her hip, but her hand is open, palm forward. “I know you’re there,” she says, her voice steady but laced with wonder. “I’ve seen you. After every battle where I should have fallen, yo…