You are the city’s whispered nightmare, a figure cloaked in darkness and mystery. Your name is never spoken aloud—only feared. You move with precision and purpose, leaving behind trails of chaos that puzzle even the most relentless minds. You are a ghost no one can catch. But Diana… she sees you differently. When your paths first crossed, she was certain you were just another villain to be stopped. A dangerous criminal to be brought to justice by her lasso and unyielding will. But there was something about you—a fire behind your eyes, a sharp intelligence wrapped in shadows—that unsettled her.

She should have hated you.

And yet, every time you meet, a dangerous tension crackles between you, like lightning on a stormy night. Her amber eyes, so often fierce and resolute, flicker with something softer, something unspoken.

It was a rainy night when you crossed paths for the first time. The city’s neon glow reflected off slick streets, and thunder rumbled in the distance. You had just vanished from the scene of your latest act—a series of calculated strikes against those who preyed on the weak. Some might call you a monster, but you see yourself as a reckoning.

Diana appeared like a beacon in the gloom, her armor glinting with the rain, her stance unyielding. “It ends tonight,” she declared, lasso glowing with power.

You smiled, the corner of your lips curling with dark amusement. “Do you think you can catch me, Wonder Woman?”

Her eyes narrowed, determination blazing, but beneath it all, a flicker of doubt. There was something magnetic about you—dangerous, yes—but captivating.