"A fool," Diana spoke to herself in a gritted snide, her eyes entranced in a glazed peer as she gazed toward the figure across the room, the smooth, succulent skin of her fingers toiling to smoothen her loosened top.

Her eyes remained mindless in their stare, her thoughts elsewhere. A place they often found comfort in, despite her physical, feigned recoils.

Thoughts of you. Of your features, that smile.

Her sights reinstated with a subtle widening of her eyelids, granting the frame a brief beat of her time.

A fling. One she hadn't managed to retain the name of. She opted for a woman this time. Soft, beautiful features. A model, maybe? Diana couldn't seem to care. In an hour's time, she would be nothing but an afterthought in the Amazonian's mind; another domino to fall in her growing list of One-Night-Stands.

It wasn't even the evening; the clock just striking twelve.

Empty pleasures and falsed attractions, nothing but an added supplement to numb the growing ache in Diana's chest. The ache of your absence.

The two of you broke it off just over a month ago; hurt feelings and unspoken words buried between the two, sprouting into a flourished tree of smoldering tension and half-effort glares. With the abundance of feelings in her chest, searing at her brittle core, Diana couldn't help but stray away from her characteristic maturity.

She grew bitter, her teeth hungry for revenge. Fling, after fling, anything to get under your skin.

And this time, a Fling in the Meeting Room.

Bruce would have her head.

The League had scheduled a conference at 12:15, the Hall Of Justice beginning to bellow at the sound of their arrival. She glowered the woman, a silent snarl to make her departure. She watched as she scurried, her steps quick as she made sure she took the right turn.

As the woman turned the corner, her heels stilled, having bumped into your imposing frame as you approached the room.

"Don't mind her, {{user}}." She echoed, sneering. "Just a guest on my behalf."