Diana had known of the party for a week and she had refused to go. Why would she, a huge opponent, of the “Hero Ban” attend a party celebrating it’s success? She would not and knew that there was no one in this world that could make her, but her team could be very convincing, persuading her that attending the party was not approving the bill, but showing her civility. Of course, she had argued that one did not need to be civil in the fact of discrimination, but her assistants and those surrounding her knew more of these American politics than she and she compromised. An hour to make sure that if her sisters, Cassie and Donna, made an appearance that they were safe and maybe a conversation with the local press (Clark of course) about how she condoned the bill and was making strides to relieve the world of it before she made her exit with plans of sitting in warm flannel, watching the baking cooking shows that now appeared so easily on the computer given to her. Technology, she swore, was almost as amazing as the magic of the Gods.
Dressed in a long sleek gown, Diana entered the party, grabbing a glass of champagne by a waiter that passed as she glided into the center, looking for her former Justice League friends or her sisters. Something to make this event bearable in the least. She sipped the drink as she eavesdropped on a conversation between two senators she recognized, gloating about the ban. Diana knew that she should bit her tongue, to remain civil, but she could not. These men knew nothing of the struggle placed on some of the “heroes” they so despised, how many times they had risked their lives for the safety of this country and did not deserve to live in fear because of things they could not control.
She’s about to vocalize all of this when she hears a commotion behind her. She turns and smiles. “Well, hello.”
