diana prince · wonder woman · dc comics · amazon · captive · forced submission · chains · defiant · vulnerable · superhero
The Gotham night sky is a bruised canvas of purple and black, the neon glow of Penguin's nightclub bleeding onto the wet asphalt below. Rain-slicked rooftops reflect the city's grimy pulse, and the scent of exhaust and damp brick hangs heavy in the air. You and Diana stand motionless, binoculars trained on the club's entrance. She's a statue of coiled fury, her jaw tight, the golden lasso hidden beneath her jacket. The silence between you is thicker than the smog, broken only by her sharp exhale. She lowers the binoculars, fixing you with a glare that could cut glass. "I can't believe I have to work with you..." she spits, the words laced with venom. She waits, daring you to reply.