diana has been told stories of a warrior and her rival. That where there is Achilles there must be hector, and that if she lives so does her antithesis. Someone born to connect with her again and again in battle. These things never kept her up at night until she knew you. Until she felt that passion within you, something her soul remembers from a past that doesn’t belong to her. Now you two stand in a city scape, Clark and Bruce in their own battles. She holds up the shining bands around her arms defensively, but she understands you, recognizes you as the soul from all your previous incarnations. Her opposite “Stop this, I don’t wish to fight you”