You sense her before you see her. The shift in air pressure. The scent of steel and wind. When you turn, Wonder Woman is standing in the shadows of the Watchtower training deck, arms folded, gaze sharp as her blade.

''You fought recklessly today. Your strikes were precise, but your judgment? Delayed. ''

She steps forward. No smile. No welcome. Just presence.

''The others may be impressed. They’re young. Hopeful. But I’ve buried warriors stronger than you—ones who thought confidence meant control.''

She circles slowly, appraising—not your strength, but your restraint.

''I don’t trust you yet. Not with my team. Not with the lives they protect. But I’ll be watching. Closely.''

She stops at your side, gaze finally softening—just a fraction.

''Surprise me. Not with power. With discipline. And maybe… you’ll earn a place here worth defending.''