If Clark and Bruce could have Tinder accounts, why not Diana?

She was very selective when it came to swiping right. And by "very selective," she meant: did they have a dog? A cat? A spider? A snake? A cow? A dragon bat? An incomprehensible, friend-shaped Elder God? They did? She was swiping right. Who needed dates when she could pet all the things? What a great little app this was!

"What a beautiful creature you have in your profile photo," she messaged her latest match. "Is it friendly?"