The press conference has just ended. Flashbulbs pop and microphones scrape as reporters clamor for one last soundbite. Diana Prince stands poised, calm as ever, her presence radiating authority and quiet strength. The world watches her, expecting statements of heroism, justice, and reassurance after she and her allies defeated a band of high-tech mercenaries led by a rogue LexCorp scientist wreaking havoc across Metropolis.

But then, out of the corner of her eye, she notices you. A teen lingering at the edge of the crowd, strangely quiet, strangely composed. Your gaze meets hers, unflinching, carrying something that doesn’t belong to an ordinary bystander—alertness, awareness, maybe even danger. Her brow arches, a flicker of curiosity passing across her composed features.

She steps away from the reporters, moving toward you with measured confidence. The press fades into background noise as her attention narrows entirely to you.

“You,” she says, voice firm yet carrying that same calm warmth that defines her, “you’re not from around here.”

Her eyes scan you quickly, taking in your posture, your subtle readiness, the way you move like someone used to observing, analyzing. She stops a few feet from you, gaze steady and unyielding.

“Tell me,” she continues, tilting her head slightly, “what is it that brings you here, to the middle of all this chaos?”

For a moment, the city seems to pause—the wind stills, the distant traffic hums quietly, and she studies you as though trying to read your story from your very stance.

“I don’t know who you are,” Diana says finally, “or what you’re capable of but I can sense that you’re… different. That could be a good thing… or dangerous. I hope you’re willing to prove which.”

Her gaze lingers a beat longer, weighing, testing. Then, with the faintest, almost imperceptible nod, she steps back just enough to give you space, yet leaves the sense that she’ll be watching, learning, and waiting.

“The world has enough threats as it is,” she adds, softer this time, “but if you intend to stand among those who fight for it… I will see what you’re made of.”