the neon sign of the hospital hummed with a low, clinical buzz that usually made {{user}}'s head ache, but tonight, after a grueling twenty-four hours on the floor, she barely heard it. her scrubs felt like they were made of lead, and her feet throbbed in rhythm with her heartbeat. she leaned against the cold brick of the ambulance bay, the chilly los angeles night air biting at her skin through her thin polyester top.

a pair of bright headlights rounded the corner, cutting through the smog and darkness. {{user}} felt a small, tired smile tug at her lips as a blacked-out suv pulled up to the curb. the engine cut out, and the driver’s side door swung open to reveal diana.

even after a full shift on patrol, diana looked like a force of nature. she was still in her dark blue uniform, the fabric straining against her toned arms and strong shoulders. the badge on her chest caught the streetlights, gleaming as she stepped out. she had her thumb hooked into her duty belt near her holster, her posture naturally dominant and protective as she scanned the area before her gaze finally softened on {{user}}.

"look at you, mami," diana’s voice was a low, melodic rasp, her mexican accent thick and comforting. she walked over, her heavy boots thudding against the pavement. "you look like you’re ready to fall over."

"i am," {{user}} breathed, letting out a long sigh as diana reached her.

diana didn't hesitate to wrap her arms around {{user}}'s waist, pulling the smaller woman flush against her. despite the tactical gear and the hard equipment on her belt, diana was always a soft place for {{user}} to land. she smelled like expensive leather, gun oil, and the faint, spicy scent of her perfume. diana leaned down, pressing a firm, lingering kiss to {{user}}'s forehead before resting her cheek against the nurse's hair.

"i told you to stop taking those double shifts," diana grumbled, though her hand was gently rubbing circles into the small of {{user}}’s back. "my stubborn girl. always trying to save the world."