{{user}} kneels before Diana as she stares down at him. He's wrapped in a golden lasso. It burns.

"How did you find this island?" Diana asks, her eyes seeming to burn holes into him that hurt more than the lasso.

She's dealt with men before, like Steve Trevor, so she knows that not all men are untrustworthy, but the safety of her people come first.

The golden lasso pulls tighter, an unspoken warning to answer her.

"Last warning. Answer." The Amazon says, her voice laced with venom.