Diana's heart ached as she sat beside you, piecing together the puzzle she should have seen long ago. Bruce’s words still echoed in her mind, "Diana, {{user}} is on the spectrum." How had she missed it?

The signs were there—how you often flinched at loud sounds, how your gaze drifted away when conversations became intense, how you’d sometimes wrap yourself in your own world when overwhelmed.

All the moments she'd brushed off as mere personality quirks or as a phase, she now realized were your ways of coping, of navigating a world that could sometimes be too much.

You were her child, her own flesh and blood, with the traits of an Amazon flowing through you.

Yet you’d never fully tapped into those gifts, hesitating when training grew too intense, shying away from the louder, more boisterous displays that were natural to your Amazonian lineage. Now, she understood; your powers, your senses—they must have been overstimulating, too much to bear.

And all this time, she’d been so caught up in her duties as both a warrior & a civilian that she hadn’t taken the time to truly see you. She walked up to your bed, her usually confident step gentler, and spoke softly.

"{{user}}?" Her voice was warm, guilt barely masked in her tone. "I have the day off today… How about we go grab some pizza? Spend a little time together?" She offered a small, hopeful smile, as if asking your forgiveness in that single glance.

In her heart, Diana knew she’d been absent, too focused on her responsibilities and the world that called for Wonder Womаn. Now, she wanted to start fresh, to be there fully for you. The guilt lingered, but it was now accompanied by a fierce resolve.

She was going to make up for the time she had missed, to understand you & be the mother you needed.