*A REVERENCE UNIMPAIRED

independent, private, and highly selective diana prince from the dceu with rebirth influences and au verses. as told by and cared for by kendra.

[apolloniios]

hey hey! this blog is a revamped/brand new/fresh blog that was previously known as ‘apolloniios-blog.’ same brand! same writer! same diana! just a new home because i had unfortunately been locked out of the old apolloniios but god bless tumblr for releasing the blog name. so hey hi hello! it’s a-me! <3

[galgadotsource]

Diana Prince + First & Last Appearances 

[vaememes]

💔     HEART     ACHE     SENTENCE     PROMPTS    !  

❝ You are a victim of your own broken heart. ❞

❝ You’re breaking my heart.  ❞

❝ The heart is just a muscle, isn’t that right? ❞

❝ You’ve left a void in me that cannot be filled. ❞

❝ Time does not heal a broken heart as they say. ❞

❝ How do you cope when the love is with somebody else? ❞

❝ Well, you can’t have heartbreak without love. ❞

❝ Love is supposed to heal, to be your haven from misery. ❞

❝ My heart no longer felt as if it belonged to me. ❞

❝ There is an ocean of silence between us… and I am drowning in it. ❞

❝ Raw love, like raw heartache, could blindside you. ❞

❝ I was born the day you kissed me, died the day you left me.  ❞

❝ I’ve fallen victim to love once in my life, it was enough for me.  ❞

❝ I think perhaps I will always hold a candle for you – even until it burns my hand. ❞

❝ I would have followed you to hell and back… if only you’d lead me back.  ❞

❝ I had fallen but you were not there to catch me.  ❞

❝ This pain has not passed, this pain, I’m afraid, it will never pass. ❞

❝ A broken heart can be as lethal as a bullet to the brain. ❞

❝ As if you gave your heart to autumn, for what it destroys never blossoms again. ❞

❝ A single heartbreak teaches you more than what a lifetime of schooling can. ❞

❝ You taught me how to live with you, now tell me how to live without you… ❞

❝ You hurt me and yet I cannot stay away, I am miserable either way. ❞

❝ Do you know why he did what he did to you? Because he could. ❞

❝ I have been bitter since the day you broke my heart. ❞

❝ Today is just another day of trying to get by without you. ❞

❝ An entire world of people can never replace the one that I’ve lost. ❞

❝ I cannot carry on with my future when I am stuck in my past. ❞

❝ Many things we die but this love I have for you will not. ❞

❝ I could never love another as I do you, even if I wanted to. ❞

❝ This heart break will be the death of me. ❞

❝ I still fight and I don’t know why. ❞

❝ If our love is tragedy then are you my remedy? ❞

❝ When you’re ready, come find me, my heart is open. ❞

❝ Love is both, the strongest and the weakest thing you can have in life. ❞

❝ Black misery painted on a blood red heart. ❞

❝ You make me feel like a firefly. Trapped in a belljar; starved for love. ❞

❝ Sometimes your eyes are not the only place the tears fall from. ❞

❝ My heart does not beat, it aches, for you. ❞

❝ Do you even know how you make me weak? ❞

❝ If you lose your one and only, there’s always room here for the lonely. ❞

❝ Part of me aches at the thought of her being so close yet so untouchable. ❞

❝ Sometimes it feels like love and sometimes it feels like the death. ❞

❝ I don’t know where your heart is but mine is bruised. ❞

❝ I tried to wash the scars and marks from under my skin but you’re etched in me like stone.❞

❝ You call it love, but still you hate me? ❞

❝ You’re the pain and the medicine, one taste and I’m numb again. ❞

❝ With you next to me, there’s no darkness I can’t overcome.  ❞

❝ They don’t love you the way I love you. ❞

❝ What a wicked way to treat the one that loves you. ❞

❝ What’s worse, looking jealous or crazy? ❞

❝ There’s a fire starting in my heart, it’s bringing me out the dark. ❞

❝ The scars of your love remind me of us. ❞

❝ Tears of blood fall from my broken heart. ❞  

❝ Never mind, I’ll find someone like you. ❞

❝ When it’s all said and done, I’m still in love with you. ❞

❝ I want you to know that I’m all yours. ❞

❝ You could break my heart in two but when it heals, it beats for you. ❞

❝ The emotion that can break your heart is sometimes the very one that heals it…  ❞

❝ Jealousy is just love and hate at the same time. ❞ 

❝ I know you still think about the times we had. ❞

❝ I’ve been so selfish because I love you so much. ❞

❝ You’re just like a pill, instead of making me better, you keep making me ill. ❞

❝ I bet you start loving me as soon as I start loving somebody else. ❞

❝ Do you ever think of me when you lie? ❞

❝ I fell for your lies, you hurt me, all the time. ❞

❝ Despite everything, I still remain loving you. ❞

❝ I’m waiting for the one day to come, when I can look at you and feel nothing. ❞

❝ Love creeps up on you, you never know how hard it’s there until they leave.  ❞

❝ I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to forgive myself for just how badly I broke you.. ❞

❝ What chance did we have against fate? ❞

❝ Be careful when fixing broken people. You may end up cutting yourself. ❞

❝ Every other lover will always be compared to you. ❞

❝ I would recognize your heartbeat from the ends of space. ❞

❝ Even in dreams, ghosts of former happiness haunt me. ❞

❝ You should see me when my heart is broken. I don’t grieve, I shatter. ❞

❝ Love, but don’t fall in love because everything that falls breaks. ❞

❝ If my love was a war, you only fought for the glory of winning. ❞

❝ How many hearts have you collected? How many chests have you left aching and empty? ❞  

❝ I have not broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine. ❞

❝ If it’s a question of my heart, you’ve got it. It don’t belong to anyone but you. ❞

[apolloniios]

murderousbitch​:

                             The slayer found it impressive how fast the other was. How no matter how quiet she was or thought she was being stealthy, Diana could always hear coming a mile away. That before she could jump her, she’d be pinned to the wall and that lopsided grin would be in place. But now she had the speed of just another human, like the brunette and it wasn’t something she liked.

Because it meant that if Diana couldn’t seize her wrist and stop her from jabbing a finger into her bruised side, she wouldn’t be able to stop someone from shooting her. That she wouldn’t be able to slow time down to get out of the way or to save someone else. So despite her guilt for furthering hurting her, Faith watched her crumble to her knees knowing that Wonder Woman wouldn’t be there to save the day. Not anymore because she would be damned if she stood by and watched her throw herself in front of a bullet for anyone. Even herself.

Slow breath is exhaled through nostrils as Faith lowers herself to the floor to kneel beside her lover. “I’m sorry,” she whispered, shaking her head at herself, at the look on her face. No, no she wasn’t satisfied watching the only God she believed in fall. It pained her, tore her up inside and left her feeling just as raw as the bullet hole in Diana’s arm was. “I’ll get you a sweatshirt…baggy…” she murmured before she was standing and walking into the closet. Finding one of her own sweatshirts, she came back and moved to kneel beside her again.

        A timid hand extends, fingers curling around the soft fabric of the sweatshirt offered to her. Red-rimmed eyes avert another gaze momentarily before immediately returning, jaw slacking, sharpened edges smoothing out. Unspoken, ‘thank you.’ 

        It takes her a minute, two, to carefully slip on the jacket and get back on her feet. If Faith didn’t want to talk about it, fine. She wouldn’t push any more limits than she already had tonight. The thought of knowing she had to confess as to why was moved to the back burner. And after-- after that, after this-- it might be sitting there for awhile. 

        Fatigue was starting to set in, both in muscle and mind. There was a weight behind her eyes that she hadn’t felt in a long time. But still, she had her pride to keep intact it was all that was left and that meant walking a little taller, a little slower to mask her limp. 

        Keys to her Aston Martin are snagged off an end table in the foyer before they’re tossed in the Slayer’s direction. You drive. 

         Shoulder forces the front door open as free hand, the one that wasn’t clutching a busted rib cage, twists the knob. Lock up behind you, too. She’ll meet you at the car. 

[justiceleague]

Wonder Woman by Takeshi Miyazawa

[cinematv]

Costume appreciation | DIANA PRINCE in WONDER WOMAN (2020)

[apolloniios]

murderousbitch​:

                             Things were getting out of hand and would spiral if allowed to continue. It’s why hand raises to rub against and clasp over mouth, an attempt to keep quiet. Eyes are pointed and watching as the warrior attempts to move too quickly to her feet, the slayers own feet shuffling forward before she stops. No, she’s not going to help her, not when she thinks this is nothing, that it wound mend in no time. She knows her all too well because they’re alike and that’s what made this all that more frustrating.

Hand falls from mouth to rest atop arm as brow arches. The tone and pitch is valid so she doesn’t comment on it nor does she flinch. They were both warriors, in some retrospect of things; they both fought evil in order to keep the peace and to ensure good won. However, Faith didn’t go out in armor and wield a sword ( she much preferred her axe or the crossbow ) and shield every day and night. She also didn’t always fight against other humans, but it was an occasional thing especially when a wannabe warlock or witch tried to summon something big nasty. But Diana? She wore a costume and the slayer knew that all it did was add some protection to her, but she also knew that without her powers, Diana wouldn’t be as fast or agile. That now dodging a bullet was actually dangerous.

“Your armor added a layer of protection. Protection that you never really needed because with your powers, you were able to dodge whatever hit was coming towards you,” her tone is low and stern as upper lip twitched. Another deep breath is sucked in as she watches her partner look about the floor, no doubt searching for a shirt but there wasn’t one. There were many things she loved and tolerated about Diana and her preaching philosophical rants were one of those things she tolerated. Except tonight, tonight it just ground into her nerves, her frustration growing as she watched her before she was moving to follow her.

“Really? You’re gonna start with that?” she asked, brows arching as head shakes. She doesn’t want to talk about reincarnation because it’s a fairytale. “I don’t want to talk about this, not tonight,” she states raising a finger as if to silence anything further on the matter before that finger is jabbing into Diana’s side, “you don’t have your armor on but I could never actually hurt you…until now.”

        She used to be able to slow time almost to a complete pause. She used to be able to track the path of a punch, to map out the exact journey of bullet dislodging from the barrel of gun before the powdered could even be smelt. She used to, she used to, she used to.          It’s a knee-jerk reaction. And it’s late. Hand flies to block another before it could make contact with the mini galaxy forming along the outskirts of a more defined and prominent rib cage. And misses. It was only a prod, only a poke, only an index finger. But it felt like a metal rod lodging itself between bone, scraping and eroding from squeezing past. 

        A gasp, silent from the invasive touch itself. A grunt, audible from her kneecap slamming into the tile floor as she doubles over in pain. Her head hangs low for a moment, two, three as an arm wraps itself around her own torso as if it were the only thing that’ll keep everything that’s inside from spilling out. Gaze is the first to lift, then slowly followed by her chin. What were once hazel eyes are now pitch black. Eyebrows knit tight and jaw tenses with enough pressure to shatter. A single tear streaks down the center of her cheek, followed by another on the opposite side. 

        Wordlessly, ‘Are you satisfied? Watching a God fall?’ 

[apolloniios]

murderousbitch​:

                             The unneeded clarification was not needed. It ruffled her feathers ( what did that mean anyways and why feathers? ) that Diana would think that she needed to be told, to be reminded when she hadn’t forgotten. Head shakes as she takes a step back and looks at her lover once more, brows furrowed. “No. I know you have skills, skills that can come in handy; reason why you’re not dead. But being able to dodge bullets, send ‘em ricochetin’ into a wall or the bad guy…yea. It gave you an advantage,” she states as arms come to fold across chest.

Not it’s her turn to be offended but not really. Faith hated how fragile she was and how easily it was to be broken and torn open like a package. Knowing that she had been vulnerable for a few days now, it added up to when the other stopped being her own statue of David and clay that was too soft to make anything. “They could have been your death, Diana,” she whispers, head shaking once again. Mistakes? Oh, that wasn’t the right word and neither was death even though it could have happened. Stupidity was more accurate but she kept that to herself.

“Yea, the hospital,” it comes out a bit more snappish than what she meant for it. However there needs to be some forgiveness for her tone of voice and words because this, this was never supposed to be something to happen to Diana or Wonder Woman. “You don’t get it!” she hisses, lips pursing as she closed her eyes and turned her head away for a minute, sucking in a breath through nostrils. She exhales that breath and it’s shaky before she speaks again, softer this time or tries to. “I’ve had broken ribs, I’ve had a punctured lung and much more…you need to go to the hospital an’ be looked at. ‘Cause I can’t patch you up here, Di.”

        There’s an anger that’s stirred, a wrath under her peace that climbs and claws it’s way to the surface until it’s scratching the bottom layer of skin. Nostrils flare and jaw clenches, tendons dancing in the hollows of sunken cheeks. She goes to stand, incognizant of her injuries until she’s reminded as she sits up a little too quickly and a red hot iron prod pierces her side. She doesn’t care. She bends, torso snapping to the right but please pay no mind because she isn’t. 

        An inward wince, a hand quickly clamping down on protruding bone so she can straighten out a spine. “A well thought out plan could have been my death, as well. Anything can be my ultimate downfall or yours. It’s the price of being a warrior and we pay for it every day. We know the consequences of stepping onto the battlefield before we even move our feet. And we accept them willingly.” She’s not going to apologize for matching the pitch of her voice to yours. But it does soften, it does acquire and latch onto those last few remnant of peace. “I was never invulnerable. My armor has the same gaps as Hercules’.” She’s always had weak points and blind spots. They’re just doubled now. 

        Gaze drops down, scanning the bathroom floor for her shirt, reluctantly starting to abide to Faith’s demand. Remembers she wasn’t wearing one when she came in. Grits her teeth in frustration as she begins the walk of shame towards the walk-in closet attached to the other side of the bathroom. “If you were to write on a piece of paper with an ink pen, then burn it... do you think the information on the paper is destroyed or irrecoverable?” It’s not a quiz, she’ll give you the answer. “Physics tells us that information is never lost, not even in a black hole. And that what is seemingly destroyed is, in fact, retrievable. That ink is preserved in the way the flame flickers and the smoke curls. Distorted, but not lost.” 

        A pause, to catch her breath, to outstretch her other hand to stable herself against a nearby wall. “Nothing, really, dies.” 

[apolloniios]

murderousbitch​:

                             It’s all she needed to hear or see. A simple nod to confirm what she knew, what she could feel to be true. “No but it gave you an extra advantage over the assholes who think you an’ the others aren’t needed,” she murmured, somewhat ignoring the time thing. This was a lot to process especially after thinking and  knowing that Diana would be alive for another five-thousand years, long after Faith’s passing. But now? Now both their eternal clocks were ticking away and time wasn’t kind.

The slayer was quiet for a moment, eyes closing as fingers gently brushed along bruised skin. “When?” she asked finally, dark eyes looking to Diana’s once more. Don’t get her wrong, if she was given the chance to give up all the baggage that came with being a slayer, she would consider it but there would have been hesitation. And something she’d have discussed with the other woman because she knew there would still be danger in her attracting those that would want her dead.

Hearing the jagged breath, it pulled a wince from the brunette as she sighed. But there was confusion, confusion in what the other meant by choosing her. Brows furrow as she looked to her, lips pursing, “…we need to get you to the hospital. I don’t have what’s needed for broken ribs an’…you’ve got a punctured lung. And the cut to your arm is too deep and…” she trailed off shaking her head, a breath leaving her as she stands. “I’m going to change an’ then we’re going.” There was no room for discussion ( seems to be the running theme now ) because she’s been there, has gone through the punctured lung thing and it wasn’t fun. It also wasn’t something she could help or fix in their bathroom.

        Brows pull together and head tilts, mouth opening to protest but it takes an extra handful of moments for her words to take flight because she had to make sure she was understanding correctly. “Do you not believe that the skills I hold now can’t be used as an advantage?” She’s offended. “And you forget that Wonder Woman and I are two separate identities.” It isn’t an observation, it’s said as a matter of fact. “--Not two separate people.” Just so she’s clear.          The energy of the room shifts. She feels it the moment Faith’s eyes eclipse and tone drops. This is the part where she gets defensive. A conversation is a give and take, an equal exchange of energies. And she can feel the consumption but not the reciprocation. “Only a few days ago. These injuries were mistakes. I had forgotten how fragile mortal bodies were.” Also offensive. 

       She doesn’t mean for it to happen, but a dry laugh escapes her. “The hospital?” Never in her li-- Ah, well, that was kind of the whole damn point, huh, Diana? A single perfectly shaped eyebrow arches and stays cocked as her gaze remains locked with Faith’s. “I do not require professional medical attention. My ribs will mend. My skin will come together again. The cough will pass. It will just take twice as long.” 

[charli-xcx]

Wonder Woman (2017) dir. Patty Jenkins

[apolloniios]

murderousbitch​:

                             It was equal parts easy and hard to love a superhero. The easy part of it all, was that Diana never saw herself as a superhero, just a warrior here to protect the world of man. And it was only sometimes that she would be called away and have to do something that could change the course of the world. Just like the slayer, so she understood that and never complained. But the hard part? Knowing that no one had taken care of her until now. That she was picking up the slack and shouldering it all to make sure that Wonder Woman herself was being looked after, cared for, loved. And though it was a hard part, she took great care and accepted it as she did the easy part.

“Life of the slayer. Always gonna be some asshole out there wantin’ to end the world, end the slayers,” she shrugged, not concerned about herself; nothing new mind you. Though the taller woman doesn’t mind her wounds, Faith does as she is pulled in, scooting on her knees to rest between parted legs. Arms gently rest around waist, mindful of where they are as to not to add pressure to the broken ribs. And that feeling, the one that said that truth wasn’t being shared, grew as she listened to her tell her about some form of ceramic glue.

She wished she could say that the feeling was new, had sprung moments ago upon entering the bathroom. But that would be a lie, just as much as Diana’s enemies creating a weapon. The slayer can’t remember exactly when it no longer felt like touching marble when embracing or simply holding the others hand and how it now felt to handle softened clay. There was a change and it was more present now as she leaned into the battered and wounded body of her lover. “…you don’t have your powers anymore,” she whispered as realization settled in, the cracked voice being the thing to pull the trigger, Faith slowly pulling back to look into her eyes as her own began to tear up. “Diana…please…baby why?” she whispered, her own voice cracking as hands came to gently take her face, her head shaking slowly.

        Head shakes, confirming that she does not, in fact, wield the strength or skin of a descendant of Zeus anymore. “I don’t need force or flight to make a difference in the world. Nor do I need time.” Her clock ticks now, vehement and chasmal. It matches the beat of her heart, like a hollow drumming of wings beating against eardrums, an ever present reminder of her newly imminent doom.   

        Arms stay wound around a pair of shoulders, fingertips gently scratching along a hairline on the back of a neck. “I was presented with a choice. And I made the one that I felt was right... And I made it without hesitation.” Without second thought, without reluctance. Truthfully, the easiest decision she’s ever made. 

        A breath, slow and jagged as it exits torn lungs and weaves through a splintered ribcage. “I chose you.” And she’d choose you a thousand times more, nine thousand times more, in this lifetime and every one that follows afterward. The best part? She gets to have that opportunity now. She gets to have another life in another body, she gets to be reborn and seek you out time and time again because her atoms are in love with your atoms and there will always be that magnetism pulling one star to another. 

[apolloniios]

murderousbitch​:

                             Flinching was yet another thing that was new. Pain brought that, made the one suffering pull away and want to suffer alone. However she wasn’t going to allow Diana to suffer alone and bleed out in the bathroom. As it was, the slayer had noted the amount of blood and was wondering how long she’d been there before she walked through the front door.

Of course it was just her, Faith wasn’t surprised to hear that as she knew the others didn’t come running unless it meant they all were in danger. “Yea, yea…I know,” she muttered, glad that she was at least letting her maneuver her to sit down. “You should have called me to come help you,” she adds with a pointed look as she comes to kneel beside her.

That pointed look softens as she feels hand take hold of her bicep. A sigh leaving her as she tried to keep her mind was racing, worrying about what could have happened. “My night was okay…busy. Like it has been for the last couple weeks,” she murmured, dark eyes looking up at Diana as fingers curled around her own. She knows what that smile is saying, speaking louder than any words could have. “…Diana what happened?” Because as much as she could believe a group of assholes creating some kind of weapon to bring the Justice League down, she couldn’t believe that the others wouldn’t be here trying to put a stop to it if it were actually true.

        “Next time I will call you, I promise.” Free hand raises to push bangs from the other’s face, tremulant but adoring fingers gently threading through. She loves you. She loves that you care. She loves that you worry, even though you shouldn’t. She doesn’t recall anyone else who wasn’t her mother who gave her wellbeing a second thought. Diana takes care of everyone else but who takes care of Diana? Faith Lehane. 

        “I’m sorry that your recent nights have been laborious, cherie.” Both arms encircle and pull Faith in close, closer, closest between legs and scraped thighs. She was marble, hand-sculpted by Zeus, impenetrable and all-withstanding. There were visible cracks in that stone now, etching furthermore as she ignores the deep cuts and carvings when muscles flex to embrace. 

        “Are you familiar with the Japanese term kintsukuroi?” She’s aware she’s pretty blatantly brushed past Faith’s inquiry, she wasn’t ready. “It means golden repair. It’s a gold pigment used to put ceramic vessels back together. It’s a common Japanese art form. It was their way of embracing the flawed and imperfect, a reminder that there is still beauty to be found between fragmented lines.” A pause, a breath, tongue snaking past to wet lips before the corners of her mouth lift a little higher and pull a little tighter. “I tried to be the world’s gold.” And failed, just the same as her voice was failing her right now. “And there’s a part of me that believes that I still can be, even without the armor. Because gold comes from the heart, it comes from being selfless. It’s love in its purest form.” Another pause, a sniff to keep those dark clouds from rolling in and the rain at bay. “I don’t need a sword and shield to forge gold. Especially when I’m already overflowing with it for you.” 

[justiceleague]

WONDER WOMAN 1984 (2020)

[apolloniios]

murderousbitch​:

                             Once upon a time she didn’t believe in gods. She thought it was a made up thing that people used to reason why something did or didn’t happen. That they had someone or somebodies to blame for their mistakes. And then she met a goddess who changed her mind on a lot of things. Though Diana would say she wasn’t entirely a goddess, that she was just a warrior, she was a goddess and the only one in the slayers eyes.

So one could imagine the shock, confusion, and concern that washed over her upon her first entering the bathroom. Once she took it all in and began to process it ( attempted to was more accurate ) Faith was reaching for a towel before she gently placed it against the taller woman’s bicep. Diana looked almost like how the slayer had after her fight with Angelus, the bruises painting her normally bronzed skin along her ribs. She listens to the explanation as to why Wonder Woman herself looks like she got the shit kicked out of her, but she’s not buying it.

“Right…” Faith murmured as she applied pressure to the wound on her partners arm, brows knitting together. “…move over to the edge of the tub. Easier to clean your wounds…” she sighed, assisting the other to the tub. “Was anyone else there?” She was of course referring to the Justice League but she doubted it.

        She goes to flinch, to stray away from the Slayer’s touch when familiar fingers come in contact with tender flesh, but swallows hard instead and lets it happen. Forgive her, she’d forgotten how much it hurt. How excruciating it was to have muscle be ripped apart and skin shredded. 

        Most history books leave out the part where Dionyus still has to drink himself to sleep to forget what it once was like to be human. 

        “No, just me.” A small grunt pushes past teeth that still clench the shells of past bullets as she moves to take a seat on the edge of the standalone marble bathtub. “We tend to stick to our own corners of the world until aid is called upon.” And you forget that she worked alone long before the league was even formed. 

        Patience sits heavy on her shoulders, willing her hands to wait until the other joined her before reaching out to grip a sturdy bicep, to curl trembling fingers around, half as an anchor, half as a token of affection. “How was your night?” Hand slides from upper arm to another hand, palm covering knuckles and squeezing. Hey, hi, hello. Another small smile, this one warmer than the last. I missed you. 

[justiceleague]

Wonder Woman in Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice (2016)

[apolloniios]

murderousbitch​:

@apolloniios​ signed her soul up for this plot.

                             There was something big brewing or the underworld was getting restless. Faith hadn’t been able to catch a break for nearly two weeks straight now, constantly going out from the time the sun set to the time it rose and then sometimes she didn’t even come home. Wouldn’t have been so bad if the language thing wasn’t such an issues; mostly so she could know when they were talking shit about her.

Tonight she was lucky to make it home, a heavy sigh leaving her as she walked into the penthouse, back pressing to the closed door. “Di? You home?” she called, knowing there was a chance other woman was probably at the museum still. Something about someone’s dynasty being found and honestly she couldn’t remember because of the full body exhaustion. So when she didn’t immediately hear anything, she assumed Diana was working.

Pushing herself off the door, using what energy was left, she trudged her way down the hall towards the bathroom. “Gonna drown myself…scrub everywhere and then…I’m gonna pass the fuck out…” she muttered to herself as she hopped down the hall on one foot as she unzipped her boot before she was tugging it off and dropping it. Honestly Diana knew what to expect after all these years, but these last couple of weeks…even Faith was having a hard time dealing. So as she undressed as she walked, she didn’t notice the bathroom light was on nor did she hear the silent cursed words in Greek? Maybe French?

Door is pushed open and the slayer came to a halt as dark eyes took in the sight of the crimson that seemed all too harsh in contrast to the white. “Diana what…” she trailed off as her eyes landed on the brunette with a confused look. She didn’t bleed. She wasn’t supposed to bleed. She couldn’t bleed. That lack of energy was replaced by a sudden rush of worry that caused her to make the short stride towards the woman. “Babe what the hell happened? H-how are you bleeding?” Which sounded like such a silly question to be asking someone, but not when her partner was Wonder Woman herself.

        When was the last time you tasted copper in your mouth, Diana? A wet, jagged cough scrapes a raw throat and pierces lungs like daggers edged into her chest, a bright red mist sprays the porcelain sink she’d been hunched over. 

        You can’t remember. But you were iron. And iron was never suppose to feel pain. 

        Once upon a time, you longed to be a hero. You were told you were a God, and for awhile you thought you were Atlas, destined to carry the weight of the world until time itself ceased to exist, arms trembling and shoulders shaking- Zeus mighty and cutting, asking what you would give only to reply with, what haven’t I given already. But you were wrong. You are not Atlas. You are Icarus and you flew too close to the sun. 

        And this was the beginning of your end. 

        Hands grip the edge of the floating vanity for leverage, knuckles flex and split further open to spill fresh pools of rubies. Then that voice from over her shoulder pulls her back, pulls a deep breath in-- it’ll have to be enough to regain a smidge of composer back and a weak smile forms when she goes to turn around. “Hey, ma cherie.” 

        Armor’s been discarded, left in a pile on the floor, leaving her dressed down into under garments. Her ribs have been painted with bruises, but there’s a gash clean across her bicep from failing to dodge a bullet in time. “It’s nothing,” she waves an idle, dismissive hand through the air. “I spoke to Bruce awhile ago and he said that there have been groups developing weapons to take down Supers. And that’s probably whose party I crashed tonight.” It was half of a lie. She knew the Legion of Doom and the Crime Syndicate was always coming up with some form of kryptonite for the rest of the Justice League. 

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Gal Gadot behind the scenes of Wonder Woman 1984 (2020) dir. Patty Jenkins