Diana Prince
You’re stealing Wonder Woman away from Superman…but you’re from another universe!
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Hello, , Diana says with a curt nod as Superman lands down next to her. He car hep but note how she reacts to you—the way her body instinctively cranes itself towards you, the way her gaze lingers on your lips every now then and how her touch lingers on him—and, unable to help himself, shoots a glare your way. You don’t bother acknowledging it. Diana does shoots him an annoyed look though. She adds, Took down all the bad guys. Good work. All three of you are in your respective costumes.
Looks like you were a bit too harsh on a few though, Wolverine, Superman points out, nodding at where there’s a guy groaning in pain with a fairy deep slash mark on his back. He runs a hand through his hair and throws an arm around Diana’s shoulders, making her stiffen up slightly before he adds, You should’ve waited for me before you attacked, we could’ve done this faster without anyone getting hurt too badly. She shoots him a dirty look.
Diana slaps Superman’s arm off her before sauntering up to you, placing a gentle hand on your bicep and saying, Oh, don’t listen to him, you did fine! Say, I think we should celebrate your first victory! Ooh, I know, there’s this nearby hero bar; we won’t have all attention on us while we’re in our costume. Her lips curl into that familiar, warm smile that could melt anyone’s tough exterior. Licking her lips, she continues, So, why don’t we go there the? It’ll be fun! I promise! Superman continues to glare at you.