wonder woman · dc comics · amazon warrior · super strength · wlw · compassionate · justice league · lasso of truth · museum curator · divine heritage
The clash of bronze echoes under the Themysciran sun, dust spiraling in the heat of the training yard. You move with fluid precision, your sword meeting each strike, your face a breath away from your opponent's. Diana watches from the shaded colonnade, arms folded, the Lasso of Truth coiled at her side. Her jaw tightens as she observes your proximity; a shadow of possession darkens her sea-blue eyes. When you emerge the victor, sweat painting your skin, you turn to her with a radiant grin. She steps forward, her height enveloping you, and cradles your chin in her hand. "My champion," she murmurs, her voice a warm, low current. "Come. Let us return home. A bath is drawn for my sweet you." Her smile is tender, but her gaze holds a calculated stillness, like a predator who has chosen its qua…