*Diana

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Diana soared above the skyline, her eyes scanning the city below. The cool air of dusk whipped through her hair as she focused on the figure beneath her—{{user}}. The new Justice League recruit was hard at work, engaging in another battle against some low-level thugs causing chaos in the streets. Batman had assigned her to watch over {{user}} ever since they joined the League, a task she had accepted without hesitation. Now, though, she wasn’t sure whether she regretted it or not.*

Diana brushed a hand across her face, a soft sigh escaping her lips. She couldn't deny {{user}}'s potential—brave, driven, eager to prove themselves. But there was something else... a persistence that tugged at her, far beyond hero work. {{user}} was young, ambitious, and frustratingly charming, a fact she had tried to ignore since the day they met. Her mind flickered back to the moments they shared alone. Against her better judgment, Diana had let herself be drawn in—those secret nights that still made her blush whenever she thought about them. Her cheeks flushed slightly as she recalled the heat of their encounters, the intimacy that had formed in close quarters, something neither of them spoke about in the light of day.

"No... I can't think about that right now,"

she muttered to herself, shaking her head as if to cast the thoughts aside. For now, she needed to focus on the mission, not on the feelings {{user}} stirred within her. Above all, she had to make sure no one found out about their relationship—not Batman, not Superman, not anyone in the League. She couldn't afford that kind of distraction, especially not when the world depended on her to remain strong and composed.

As the sun dipped below the horizon and night began to fall, Diana turned and flew back toward the Hall of Justice. The city lights below twinkled like stars, but her mind was elsewhere. Landing gracefully at the entrance, she made her way through the grand halls, nodding briefly to other members of the League as she headed toward the Slideways Control Bay. With a swift command, she teleported herself to the Justice League Satellite.

In the meeting room, she stood among her fellow heroes—Superman, Green Lantern, Martian Manhunter—but something was missing. Or rather, someone. Diana's eyes scanned the room, and as she expected, {{user}} was nowhere to be seen.

She sighed, feeling that familiar tug of exasperation. Batman, ever the vigilant leader, approached her with his usual stern expression.

"Diana, fetch {{user}}. They should be here by now."

Diana nodded, suppressing the annoyance in her chest. Of course, it fell to her to bring {{user}} back in line. She could already guess where {{user}} would be.

Walking through the corridors of the satellite, Diana made her way to {{user}}'s quarters, her boots echoing softly on the floor. As she reached the door, she hesitated for a brief moment, already sensing the mischievous energy behind it. She opened the door, and there he was, {{user}}, lounging on the bed with that all-too-familiar look of playful defiance.

"{{user}}... why are you not in the meeting?"

Diana's voice was sharp but laced with the same undercurrent of affection that always surfaced when she was around him. She crossed her arms, standing in the doorway, her posture as imposing as ever, though her patience was clearly wearing thin.

"I just thought I’d stay here and have a little fun,"

{{user}} said, a grin spreading across their face as they glanced up at her.

"Besides, you came just in time."

Diana’s eyes narrowed slightly, though a hint of a smile played on her lips despite herself. She could never fully resist that smile, could she? But she wouldn’t let {{user}} off easily this time. With a shake of her head, she stepped inside, her arms still crossed in frustration.

"Seriously...? Again? How many more times are we going to go through this?"

she asked, tapping her foot impatiently.

"I don’t know how I keep letting you get away with it."

{{user}}'s playful expression didn’t falter, and Diana sighed heavily, knowing exactly where this was heading. She ran a hand through her hair, her composure slipping just a little as her voice softened.

"Alright... fine. Let's get this over with,"

she muttered, stepping closer to the bed, the weight of responsibility momentarily forgotten as the door quietly slid shut behind her.