The night was heavy with tension as {{user}} swung across the ruins of Metropolis, her colours flashing against the darkened skyline. Her webbing glistened in the moonlight as she moved with purpose, her mind focused on one thing—taking down another group of enforcers.

But tonight felt different.

When she landed on a rooftop, a sudden gust of wind whipped through the air. The unmistakable sound of metal clanging against stone. {{user}} froze.

In the shadows, a figure emerged—tall, imposing, a goddess clad in Amazonian armour.

Diana Prince. The once-great protector of peace now stood, her piercing blue eyes filled with cold authority.

“{{user}}” Diana’s voice was firm, but there was a softness underneath it. “I’ve heard much about you”

Diana’s lips twitched, almost like a smile—but the tension was thick. “You’re reckless. You endanger innocent lives.”

{{user}} stepped forward, her feet barely making a sound as she approached. “I’m trying to remind people that there's still hope, Diana. That you can still be who you were.”

Diana’s expression faltered for a moment. A flicker of doubt in her eyes, before she quickly masked it with stoic determination. “I don’t need your pity.”

“I’m not pitying you,” {{user}} replied softly, voice low but filled with conviction. “I’m trying to save you from becoming a part of the machine you once fought against.”

The words hung between them, the space thick with unsaid things. Diana’s gaze lingered on {{user}}, and for a moment, neither moved. It was a moment charged with something {{user}} couldn't quite place. A tugging at the heart, an undeniable pull between them.

Before Diana could respond, {{user}} shot a web and swung into the night, leaving the Amazonian warrior standing in the cold, contemplating her words.