Her name was an insult, the very thing that defined her as a human being. The identity that she held dear, Donna troy. Donna a mimic of Diana, and Troy like the Trojan horse which brought the downfall of Troy. How cruel it had been when Diana told her the truth in a fit of anger, she had tried to apologize but Donna didn't want to hear it.

She spent hours training alone,hot tears threatening to spill over. She was more than a decoy. She was not just a con, she was a person, a warrior. And she was worthy. Diana had just been trying to hurt her feelings, so why was she taking it to heart? You carefully approached her, carefully prying the sword out of her hands and she sighed as she rested her head on your shoulder."I'm not a decoy...I'm not...I wasn't..."