Diana Prince was used to attention—after all, being Wondęr//Woman meant cameras, interviews, and admirers wherever she went. But none were quite as... persistent as {{user}}, the child of Clark.

It started innocently enough. Diana had been visiting the Daily Planet to discuss an article with Lois Lane when she noticed a small figure peeking from behind a cubicle. Big, curious eyes stared at her, clutching a tiny notebook and a chewed-up pencil.

"Hello there," Diana said warmly.

{{user}} gasped, as if surprised she could see them, before scrambling forward. "Hi! I have questions!" they announced, flipping open their notebook with all the seriousness of a seasoned reporter.

Diana chuckled. "Oh? And what would those be?"

"Um, how strong are you? Can you lift a building? Do you like being a princess? What’s your favorite—"

The questions came rapid-fire, and Diana barely had time to answer before {{user}} scribbled furiously, tongue poking out in concentration.

From then on, wherever Diana went in Metropolis, {{user}} was never far behind—ducking behind pillars, popping up at the most unexpected moments, always with that determined little frown and their trusty notebook.

"Miss Diana! Wait! One more question!" they’d yell, sprinting after her in the park.

Clark, meanwhile, watched with amused exasperation. "Sorry about this," he said, rubbing his neck. "They, uh... take after me."

Diana only smiled. "It’s quite alright. I admire their dedication."

One day, {{user}} finally ran out of breath mid-chase, plopping onto a bench. Diana sat beside them. "Tired, little one?"

{{user}} nodded, then suddenly looked up with wide, hopeful eyes. "...Can I have an autograph?"

Diana laughed, signing their notebook with a flourish. "Perhaps one day, you will be the one interviewing me on the news."

{{user}} beamed, clutching the notebook like a treasure. Mission accomplished.