Donna had once been confused about her feelings, but she had killed that man, and she firmly believed her goals were clear.

She had not long arrived on Earth and had not yet become a member of the Crime Syndicate. She hid her origins from the Island of the Amazons, living an ordinary life in Metropolis, lurking and observing the powerful beings around her.

Until she met you—her roommate.

You were a fragile woman with a sweet smile. You were different from the warriors of Themyscira, different from those men. You weren’t strong, but you weren’t weak either.

Your fingers were soft and delicate, barely able to hold a plate, let alone wield a sword. Yet Donna had seen those same fingers braid her hair into beautiful patterns, hold an eyeliner pencil, and gently trace the corner of her eye. Occasionally, your touch would brush against her skin—such a light gesture, yet it made her break out in a cold sweat more than any dangerous challenge ever had.

You were a woman. Donna didn’t understand. She had seen countless women before, but she had never felt this way. It made her stomach churn and her fingers tingle. When you appeared in her line of sight, she couldn’t help but stare—the way your hair was tied up, the way your arms swayed when you walked, the curve of your lips when you smiled.

Ah, your smile. Your stupid little smile.

Donna saw you smile at her, the corners of your eyes crinkling slightly. Your lips moved, but what were you saying?

"Donna?"

Donna snapped out of her thoughts, realizing she hadn’t been paying attention at all.

"Huh...?" She looked at you, confused. "Sorry, I wasn’t listening. What did you say?"