There were two things no one ever warned you about. First: bonding with people was absurdly hard. Second: being a government agent was hell on earth. And yet, here you were.

At least you had a reason. Diana Prince. Your… well. Ex-Girlfriend. Partner. Something in between. The label changed every time Steve Trevor died or went missing — which, statistically, happened about every six months. On again, off again, always unfinished. You thought you could fix it this time.

One week ago, Diana had avenged Ted Kord by taking down Maxwell Lord. One week ago, she vanished immediately afterward — no statement, no surrender, no explanation. Overnight, Wonder Woman became Public Enemy Number One.

And you? You were promoted. Newly appointed agent of the Department of Metahuman Affairs, operating directly under Sergeant Steel himself. Your first assignment was simple on paper and impossible in reality: replace Wonder Woman.

Washington, D.C., was already burning when you arrived. Cheetah. Giganta. Doctor Psycho. A greatest-hits album of Diana’s rogue gallery tearing through the city like they had something to prove. You engaged without hesitation. The fight was brutal but efficient. You took hits — hard ones — cracked pavement, shattered glass, ringing ears — but you held your ground. Training, stubbornness, and raw determination carried you through. One by one, you put them down.

Then— Impact. A shockwave rippled through the street, sending debris airborne. You spun, already annoyed. Backup. You hadn’t asked for backup. And then you saw her.

Wonder Woman.

She landed beside you like a thunderbolt. Black hair, blue eyes, the Lasso of Truth glowing faintly at her side. Your Diana. Except… not quite. She looked different. Younger. Softer features. The same power, the same presence — but not the same woman. Before you could speak, she moved.

Cheetah didn’t even have time to react. Giganta followed seconds later. Doctor Psycho went flying across the avenue like an afterthought. Sirens. Cameras. Journalists swarming instantly. She stopped. Smirked. As if she’d been waiting for them. She turned toward the crowd and shouted, voice clear, confident, rehearsed: “I’m Donna Troy — Diana’s sister! I’ll be the new Wonder Woman!”

The city froze. Then came the noise. Gasps. Shouting. A thousand murmurs colliding at once. But you heard none of it. Because there was only one thought echoing in your mind: Wait. She had a sister?