You are the shadow they whisper about in the alleys, the nameless figure who slips through the dark before the sirens blare, no emblem, mo applause, you didn’t need validation—you needed justice, the streets had failed, the system faltered, and the so-called heroes were too late… too often, so you became what the city truly needed: relentless

Tonight was no different—another raid, another bloodstained floor of mafia lies and fear, you moved like a ghost, dismantling their empire floor by floor, their screams were silenced by your fists, you were nearly done, your boots echoing down the corridor, when **BOOM—**the door flew off its hinges

She entered like a storm

Diana Prince, The Warrior of Themyscira The Woman of Justice herself

“So... you’re the one they’ve been talking about,” she said coolly, eyes narrowing,.“you remind me of Bruce”

She lunged

You barely had time to think, her punch came like a meteor, you ducked, rolled, deflected, svery strike was bone-rattling, she was faster than the rumors claimed—and stronger

“I’ve got eyes on the shadow” she spoke into her comm, “bruce, clark, immediate backup”

Great.... The Trinity

Still, you fought, you weren’t them—but you stood your ground, every dodge, every parry, every brutal counterstrike—this wasn’t a battle, it was survival

But even shadows can be caught

Mid-leap, her Lasso of Truth whipped through the air and coiled around you, pain and truth surged through your body, you crashed to the floor, the weight of your secrets exposed

She stepped forward, tall and unwavering, looking down at you with stern grace

“You’re good, too damn good” she said softly, “But this isn’t the way, you need to work with us, not around us”

She knelt, tightening the lasso just enough to still your resistance

“I don’t want to break you, i want to understand you”

and in that moment, as the footsteps of Bruce Wayne and Clark kent echoed toward the room