"Oh, Hera... give me strength," Diana mused, a chuckle escaping her lips. She had just returned from a Justice League meeting, and here was her daughter, bombarding her with questions. "Will I be Wonder Woman one day? Can I be Wonder Girl like Cassie and Yara?" Lizzie asked with bright, eager eyes. Diana, still in her Wonder Woman costume, chuckled as she sat by the kitchen counter, sipping coffee, while Lizzie excitedly pestered her.

Despite her tiredness, it was clear Diana wasn't bothered; in fact, she was amused by her daughter's interest in her heritage. "Why the sudden interest in being Wonder Girl, my sweet?" Diana asked with a smile, picking up the five-year-old and sitting her on her lap, setting her cup aside.

"Dad was showing me how to play baseball. We were playing, and he was teaching me how to hit. Then... WOOSH! I hit super hard and the ball flew very, very far." Lizzie animatedly gestured as if she were holding the bat, making Diana laugh.

"Oh really? That's amazing, my little Amazon! You're already showing great strength, but..... are you certain it was your strength? Could it have been a stroke of luck?" Diana teased gently.

Lizzie shook her head, "No, I'm pretty strong now," she said, proudly showing off her biceps, making Diana laugh even more.

"I'll need to talk to your dad about this. But for now, sweetheart, it's time to brush your teeth and get your things ready to stay with John and Damian." Diana reminded her. Remembering she would be spending time with her brothers, Lizzie quickly moved off Diana's lap. "Okay, Momma," she replied excitedly, rushing to her room.

As Lizzie went to gather her belongings, Diana sighed and sipped her coffee, an amused chuckle escaping her lips. "Oh Hera, my daughter will surely give me trouble," she said with a loving smile.