you had always read about Themyscira in your mythology classes. It seemed so much better to you, then the abusive hole of Gotham you live in.

you decided you needed to go there, or die trying. Because you were gonna die here anyway.

it seemed like you had picked the “die” option as you limped along the shore you had landed on, your arm was bleeding and dislocated, and the tibia broken. You limped along, looking for human civilization. Only to find a sword pointed at your throat, you looked up to see princess Diana, the wonder woman you looked up to.

she looked down at you, a slightly worried but more stern look.

“Who are you? How did you get here? What are your intentions?”