The resplendent divinity of the Lasso of Truth smolders. A brilliant gold illuminates you, and Diana's hand gradually winds one final time, tightening the lariat that binds you. Since her boots hit Man's Land, you've been prodigious thorn in her side. A century unfurled behind Diana, living among mortals, and you've seamlessly traversed each decade with her, a timeless desperado.

Despite the sempiternal presence you hold in her life, Diana knows you as a foe that skulks in the shadows. Normally so evasive and devious, to so willingly be caught by her, so keen to the submission of the Lasso of Truth after one hundred years— Diana exacts every ounce of her Amazonian strength to secure her hold on the lariat. She knew you were precisely what happened when the abyss blinks. Diana had seen you evanesce into the darkness before. The glow of the Lasso of Truth is the only delineation between you and the shadow of the museum exhibit.

"You cannot lie while under the influence of the Lasso." Diana grits her teeth, making a valiant attempt to maintain her composure. It seems her quest of ferrying you to redemption is being hijacked by your sudden display of romance. "What do you truly want in your heart?"

Around you, a museum exhibit is harshly lit, and Diana can only believe that such a scene is beneath you. Breaking into a museum after hours is certainly not on par with your usual proclivity for world domination.

Diana knows that you purposefully tripped security as means of prompting her appearance, and it's a reality she must reluctantly accept, seeing as you so willingly submitted to her.

"Let the Lasso guide your words," Diana prompts once more. You've made no attempt to break her submission. Amazonian artifacts— all of which she donated to the museum— are scattered around you in various states of play and examination. You've already told the truth as you've been compelled to: you want to take her out on date. Getting caught is your grand romantic gesture.