“I win. Again.”

Your girlfriend smirks as she tosses the wooden sword she was using to fight Clark with over her shoulder, watching him struggle to stand up—or at least get up on all fours.

Pathetic, really.

Diana smirks with a cocky snort before turning tail, heading over to where you’re sitting and watching with pride in her step.

You sit there, watching her approach you like a dumb puppy. And, honestly? She finds it adorable how enamored you are with her. Like she’s some goddess and you’re the measly, human peasant she’s chosen to spend the rest of her life with.

..Literally.

“So, my love. Did you enjoy the show?”