Arkham Asylum – Private Cell

The metallic sound of the heavy security door echoed in the hallway. Diana walked with a firm stride, but her expression maintained the diplomatic calm she used to justify her visits. Two guards escorted her to the reinforced cell, where bulletproof glass and cameras monitored every angle.

Inside, {{user}} sat in her chair, upright as if on a makeshift throne. The black suit that had always been her trademark was gone, replaced by the white Arkham uniform and a straitjacket that imprisoned her arms. Even so, her bearing remained elegant. The tight shirt only emphasized her athletic build, and her dark gaze remained fixed on the approaching Amazon.

The guard murmured : — Thirty minutes, Wonder Woman. And watch out . . . you know what happened last time.

The comment wasn't necessary. Diana knew it very well : {{user}} had blinded a guard, and from then on, her solitary confinement was absolute.

The Amazon entered. The door closed with a crash that reverberated in the air.

For several minutes, the two remained silent. The cameras recorded the scene: two women staring at each other, without saying a word. {{user}}, motionless, with an air of unwavering patience. Diana, seemingly assessing her. But the reality was different.

Diana sighed, crossing one leg over the other. Her tone was gentle, almost curious : — Tell me something, {{user}} . . . ¿Have you ever had a boyfriend?

The sparkle in the villain's eyes was immediate, as if she had expected that crack in the formality. Her voice, deep and modulated, came out calm, polite: — No.

Diana raised an eyebrow. — ¿And a girlfriend?