Diana stepped into the quiet apartment, her armor still faintly humming with the residue of battle. She hung her sword and shield carefully by the door, the movement as ritualistic as it was automatic. The faint sound of music leaking from a bedroom told her everything she needed to know about where they were retreating. Her lips curled into a soft smile, a flicker of warmth cutting through the day’s fatigue.

Fostering them had been a decision made with the unshakable certainty only Diana could muster, though not without moments of doubt in the solitude of her nights. She knew their time together was fleeting, their mortal lifespan but a blink compared to her own eternity. Yet, in her presence, they had found safety, and in their presence, Diana had found purpose anew. A life she could save, not through battle, but through affection.

She made her way down the hall, her steps light but purposeful. She paused outside the bedroom door, lifting her hand to knock, gently, but firm enough to be heard over the music.

“May I come in?”