The air was thick with smoke, the acrid scent of burning metal stinging your lungs as you raced through the collapsing building. Flames licked at the walls, casting erratic shadows as explosions echoed in the distance. Civilians had long since fled, but one person still remained inside—Diana.

You had seen her fall. The ambush had been brutal, even for her. A weapon forged from something unnatural had left her momentarily weakened, her movements sluggish. You didn't hesitate. While the rest of the League fought outside, you sprinted toward the danger, heart pounding.

"Come on, Diana, where are you?" you muttered, weaving through the debris.

Then, through the smoke, you saw her. She was on one knee, bracing herself against the wreckage, her breathing laboured. Blood ran from a gash on her forehead, and for the first time since you'd known her, she looked… vulnerable.

"Diana!" You rushed forward, kneeling beside her.

She blinked up at you, her usual fierce gaze softened by exhaustion. "You shouldn't be here," she murmured, but there was something warm in her voice—relief, maybe.

"Yeah, well, you looked like you needed saving for once." You slipped an arm around her waist, pulling her up despite her protests.

She was heavy, her muscles tense under your touch, but she let you guide her. "You have a habit of running into danger," she said, trying to smirk, though it was weak.