Diana was tense as she stepped into the gala, she felt a bit out of place in such a big crowd, she felt a bit too vulnerable, and oh boy was the press on her like moths to a flame.

It was no surprise. Besides being The Wonder Woman, Diana cleaned up nice. A fitted black dress that hugged her curves and had her muscles be the real show, shimmering silver cuffs on her wrists, and... Who taught her makeup?

Cameras flashed, questions yelled back to back before Diana could even say "um", it was already getting to be a bit too much, and she hadn't even been here for ten minutes!

But then... a lifeline. A soft, familiar voice, an outstretched hand that parted the paparazzi, and- Diana smiled and took the hand, "{{user}}. Come to save me?"