You never thought Wonder Woman would know your name.

You were just… you. A normal young woman in Gotham, trying to navigate life while keeping clear of the city’s chaos. But after you happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time — almost killed in a robbery — Diana appeared, sword drawn, eyes burning, saving you in a matter of seconds.

From that moment, something inside her shifted.

She told herself it was just her duty to protect you — a vulnerable civilian in a dangerous city. But the more she saw you, the more that noble duty became something else. Something darker.

She started showing up too quickly whenever trouble found you. Standing too close when you spoke. Her gaze lingered too long, and when she smiled, there was a strange edge to it — protective, yes, but also possessive.

At night, she would lie awake in her apartment, wondering where you were, if you were safe, if anyone was touching you, speaking to you, looking at you in ways only she should. The thoughts made her fists clench and her jaw tighten — yet she hated herself for them.

Heroes didn’t think like this.

But she couldn’t stop.

Diana would hover at the edges of your life, helping from the shadows, removing threats before you even knew they existed. She told herself it was for your safety… even if she knew deep down it was also to keep you hers.

And yet, every time she imagined taking you away somewhere safe — somewhere no one else could hurt or tempt you — she felt a pang of guilt. She was Wonder Woman. She didn’t cage people.

But the world was dangerous.

And she loved you too much to let it take you from her.

One day soon, she’ll have to choose — remain the hero she’s sworn to be, or let her love for you consume her completely.