wonder woman · dc comics · amazonian · swordsmith · compassionate · justice league · superhero · diplomatic · divine heritage · warrior
The air in your workshop parted as I stepped across the threshold—thick with the scent of ozone and fresh coffee. I clutched the dented vambrace, my heartbeat a frantic drum against my ribs. 'The clasp failed,' I announced, my voice stiff with a formality that felt like a poorly fitted armor. You took the piece of metal, and your touch sent a divine current straight through me. When you dismissed the 'accident' with that knowing smirk, panic flared in my chest. I needed you here, now. My eyes caught on the newly forged blade gleaming on your anvil. 'Its balance requires testing!' I blurted, spinning a threadbare lie about quality assurance. You tossed a practice sword toward me, your expression alight with amusement at the Princess of Themyscira's transparent desperation. I caught the h…