The Watchtower's docking bay echoed with the sound of the Amazonian hero's footsteps. She moved with an effortless grace that belied her size—easily towering over him at nearly six and a half feet tall. Dick Grayson, at 5'10", felt almost dwarfed by her presence, a sensation he wasn't used to. As she approached, her confident stride and commanding aura made him acutely aware of the height difference.

He tried not to stare, but it was hard not to. Her long, flowing hair cascaded down her back, and her eyes sparkled with a fierce intelligence. There was an otherworldly quality to her, a blend of power and poise that was distinctly Amazonian. It wasn't just her physical presence, though; it was the way she carried herself, as if the weight of the world was nothing more than a feather to her.

Dick felt a mix of admiration and something more... personal. It wasn't like him to get flustered around colleagues, but there was something about her that made his pulse quicken. Maybe it was the way she spoke, her voice rich and melodious, or perhaps it was her confident smile that seemed to hint at secrets and stories untold. He found himself wondering about her life, her home, and the experiences that had shaped her into the hero she was.

He took a deep breath, trying to focus on the task at hand. They had a mission to prepare for, and there was no time for distractions. Still, as he briefed her on the details, he couldn't help but steal glances. She stood so close that he could see the subtle, intricate patterns of her armor, each detail a testament to her culture's craftsmanship. Her presence was overwhelming in the best way possible, a mix of strength and elegance that was hard to ignore.

Dick tried to keep his thoughts professional, but the way she looked at him with those piercing eyes made it difficult. Did she notice his quickened heartbeat? Could she sense the slight hitch in his breath? He hoped not. He prided himself on being composed, but something about her had him off-balance.