Superman/Wonderwoman: It Could Have Happened
Disclaimer: I do not own any DC related characters that may appear in this fanfiction.
Author's notes: Hey everyone… Most have undoubtedly forgotten about this story because I wrote this first chapter MANY months ago. Of course… things such as school and other creative writings got in the way and… I just kind of put this on the back burner. I'd like to make an attempt to get this story going again… So I hope that more people will give it a chance and especially review it… Thanks to all who gave positive reviews on the first chapter and I'm hoping any who read this will enjoy this next installment as well. The plot will begin to take SOME form and thus comes a slightly different take on an old DC character near the very end. Anyway… have a read and tell me what you think!
-DarkRaikoh
Superman: the Man of Steel, the Big Blue Boy Scout, the Metropolis Marvel, yeah, Wonderwoman had done some reading up on him. Though in her defense, one did not have to go that far out of their way to read about him and his many glorious feats. Superman had been one of the first aptly named "superheroes" to show up on the scene, helping the helpless; asking for nothing in return but the betterment of society. Wonderwoman had to admit, seeing him in the flesh, holding a giant hunk of scrap metal casually above him let off quite the impressive pose. Diana actually had to think hard over what words she was to say to him… very few people had that kind of effect on her.
"It is with great pleasure that I-." The screws in the cockpit hatch began to fire out like bullets themselves. PING! PING! PING! Came the satisfying sound as the hatch completely tore off, the pilot was trying to eject.
"Oh no you don't!" Superman threw the jet so that he held it in his right arm, bringing his left tearing through the bottom of the fighter. His hand clutched onto the ejection seat, the miniature rocket beneath it shooting flames full on to his arm. The Man of Steel didn't even flinch, pulling the man through the bottom of the jet and holding him right before his eyes. She couldn't help herself, the Amazonian Princess was in awe, he made a great first impression.
"O-OH GOD! I'M SO SORRY!" Superman's hostage was still strapped into his ejection seat, a poor sight for him.
"You tried to assassinate a revolutionary superheroine, in the process putting hundreds of other innocent lives at risk; I would hope for your sake that you ARE sorry. Who issued the attack?" The man looked terrified, he couldn't get the words out of his quivering lips. Wonderwoman still had her own hostage, cowering in her mighty grasp; she looked at him intensely.
"You've put yourself in quite the awkward position. You can deal with me, or you can deal with HIM once he's done with your partner." The terrorist's face was pale, chalk white, beads of sweat slowly crawling down his forehead. BUDDA! BUDDA! BUDDA! BUDDA! The third jet came spiraling from above, firing full on at all four individuals hoping to get a good shot on either hero. Superman tossed the mangled jet away so that it would go falling harmlessly into the ocean below. Immediately after he flew overhead of Wonderwoman, directly in the line of fire.
"SUPER-!" Her glancing moment of fear was put to a halt, the bullets bounced off of Superman's back like harmless peashooters. When the jet saw that the Man of Steel wasn't moving, it veered right and took off in another direction.
"We need to secure these two!" Superman shouted aloud. Immediately Wonderwoman tossed up hers, he screamed as he free fell upwards. Superman threw out his free arm and caught him.
"Get those two restrained on solid ground, away from danger! I'll take care of the jet!" Wonderwoman seemingly ordered.
"But-!"
"It's coming back!" Superman looked at her carefully for a brief moment. He gave a nervous sigh.
"I'll be right back!" He shouted before shooting off with both of the former attackers.
"It is by his habit, he thinks that I require protection," Wonderwoman determined in her head, "He'll soon see that is far from the case." The jetfighter had come back, racing towards her head on at top speed. Reaching at her side, she pulled out what appeared to be a long golden rope. The pilot was bewildered from his view in the cockpit. Now what in the hell was she going to do with that? Confuse him with Double Dutch maneuvers? He poured on the speed, closing the gap in seconds. He had become so close to her now, that the nose of the jet was practically poking her stomach… At this moment, Wonderwoman swerved to the side even faster than he moved. He wouldn't be able to turn and ram her with the wing, he was moving too fast; all he could do was fly straight. Wonderwoman wasn't finished though; the golden rope of hers had formed a noose at the top, which she spun gracefully over head. With a super fast flick of the wrist, the noose sailed up and around the nose of the jet, and tightening around it.
"You're under MY control now!" Wonderwoman grasped her end of the lasso and tugged hard. Her strength was too much for the metallic flight beast. It immediately gave in to the taught, unbreakable rope, arcing right and then losing its stability. The Amazon had just as quickly loosened the noose, leaving the fighter spiraling out of control and losing altitude; it too would fall safely into the ocean. The pilot ejected and as with the first two, she caught him with ease.
"I'm tired of playing games," She held him tightly by the throat, making him wheeze, "Who's behind all of this?" There was a struggle, but he managed to choke one word out.
"Fire." There was a hiss over a walkie-talkie on his shoulder.
"What did you just do?!" Wonderwoman brought him closer to her, her eyes ablaze. Screams rang from below, and she became nervous.
"LOOK! WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?!" Was one of the things she could hear make out from the inaudible cries. She turned around and could see nothing but vast ocean at first sight. Then she saw the gathering of foam no more than forty feet out. The frothing mass began to lift up above sea level, until finally it breached the surface. A giant streamlined torpedo, probably about the length of ten men went rocketing out of the water and into the air. It soared a good twenty feet above Wonderwoman, before arcing over and diving straight towards her. The rounded off metal front gleamed in the sunlight as it got closer. She instantly flew to the left of it, the entire metal mass of destruction passing right by her, the warmth of the back burner touching her side.
"Nice try, that thing will never hit me!" Wonderwoman reassured her captive. But he started to laugh, a nerving cackle.
"It is not aimed for you, Princess." She couldn't believe her stupidity, whipping around to see the torpedo heading straight towards the mass of people.
"NO! YOU'LL KILL THEM!"
"That is the idea." He sniggered. His entertainment was short lived, as she effortlessly tossed him away.
"Wha-? AAH!" Gravity took hold of him and he plummeted towards the ocean. Wonderwoman threw her arms out in front of her, going right after the rocket. She was faster, but had it gotten too close already? The smoking thruster mocked her as it was still just ahead of her. She willed herself to move faster, now traveling past it. She made it to about halfway near the rocket's front; but it only had another twenty feet to go before it would impact on its target, exploding into a fiery plume of death. It was down to the wire, Wonderwoman slowly getting closer.
"COME ON! FASTER!" She screamed within her brain. The torpedo missile stopped in its tracks no more than five feet away from the innocence, all of them covering their heads in fear. It was as if the Amazon had simply willed the missile to stop with her mind.
"What?" She quickly rushed herself down to the front end. Superman was there, his arms straight out, hands pressed against the front of the missile, pushing the metal inwards. He struggled to make a grin towards her.
"Don't worry, I've got your back." The rocket was still burning; he was the one thing keeping it from its goal. But Superman wasn't exactly the type to give in. Stretching his body out in line with the missile, he took off, flying in the opposite direction of its programmed path. Wonderwoman simply watched in awe as the man and the torpedo became miniscule dots in the sky. KAAAABOOOOM! Orange flowers of explosions decorated the sky and the masses screamed out in horror.
"SUPERMAN!" Wonderwoman flew higher in fear. Nothing could be seen but clouds of dark smoke. Just then, out of the smoke came a darting object that soared down, stopping just before her. The Man of Steel was perfectly intact, black soot marks peppering his blue suit.
"Giant explosion, been there, done that." He smiled and held out his hand, "We weren't formally introduced." Wonderwoman smiled at this man of vigour, and took his hand in hers for a firm handshake. What had once been gasps and screams became cheers of triumph from the people as the two heroes descended from the sky. The moment their feet touched solid ground they were mobbed by the reporters and blinded by a barrage of flashing cameras.
"SUPERMAN! What happened to all of the rogue pilots?" One of the reporters called out from the crowd.
"They have been apprehended and delivered to the nearest hospital, in case they were hurt. I shall see to it that they get the proper questioning."
"WONDERWOMAN! I thought you said you had never met Superman before?" A female reporter with frizzy red hair spoke up.
"I hadn't," She looked at Superman warmly, a grin on her face, "He just happened to drop in out of nowhere. I'm told he's notorious for doing this."
"I happened to be in the area; and am a big fan of Princess Diana's work." Lois began to force her way through the droves of rival reporters to squeeze to the front.
"Superman, you and Wonderwoman seem to make quite some team," He wasn't sure, but Superman could have sworn he saw Lois throw a quick scathing look at Diana, "Does this foreshadow future collaborations in your fight for justice?" He actually found himself surprisingly speechless to this question.
"Well I… This meeting was actually quite spontaneous and… I'm not sure-." Before his tongue could double knot itself, Wonderwoman took the floor.
"I think Superman and myself would like to actually sit down and have a chat with each other before we discuss anything like that Ms. Lane." As content as she could be with the answer, Lois turned to Superman, "How about a private interview, Superman? What's your take on the attempt on the Ambassador's life?" As she spoke the flashes continued firing off like an automatic weapon. Wonderwoman held a hand over her eyes to shield them.
"I'm sorry Lois, I'll have to get back you," Superman replied, turning to his newfound accomplice, "Paparazzi bothering you?" He posed the question to Wonderwoman. She turned to him with some curiosity.
"I'm not exactly used to this back at home." The two of them tried to drown the flooding of questions that came their way. Superman turned back to the audience of reporters.
"I'm sorry, I believe that means this public address has officially come to a close. The point remains that there was an assassination attempt on an Ambassador. I have made it my duty to help the Princess get to the bottom of this treachery." He grinned to Wonderwoman, "Come on; let's get out of here." The two of them took off into the air, leaving a rush of wind behind them that ruffled some coats. All the media could do was stare in awe as the pair of figures disappeared into the clouds.
"After that little incident, this may be the only place the two of us can talk in private." Superman hovered above a white puffy cloud, the sun shining down on him even stronger. Wonderwoman almost wanted to circle him, get a full grasp of this mysterious, yet well known man that had come from the sky. She couldn't come out with an answer, simply running a hand through her slightly blowing dark hair. He took note of this and spoke again.
"Oh, sorry about them down there. That's one thing you'll learn about us is that we crave the gift to know things. There won't be a single person on this Earth not wanting to know more about you." He scratched the back of his head in unease and could do nothing but smile. In a way, it was oddly comforting and she found it in herself to say something.
"Learn about "us"? Are you one of them? Are there others like you?" Superman realized the misinterpretation Wonderwoman had received from his words and quickly corrected her.
"Oh… no, no. I am not human; there are no others like me in the physical aspect. I guess I've just been living among these people so long I like to think I'm one of them; do you know what that is like?"
"I've always had my Amazon sisters to fall back upon. I have spent the majority of my life putting myself apart from humankind. I…" Wonderwoman paused for a moment, a look of uneasiness to her, "If my research into this society is correct, there are all kinds of technologies that can be used for espionage purposes. There are giant machines in the sky even that could monitor us right now. Are you so certain we have such a location for private conversation?" Superman gave her his often-used reassuring smile.
"Yes, this society is a most mistrustful one. But these eyes of mine can pick up the signals that such machines give off. Trust me, if we were being spied upon, I'd know." Wonderwoman seemed almost taken aback by this realization.
"Well, Superman, do you always impress this easily? Or have I not been in man's world long enough to see what's really amazing?" In all of his research, Clark had gotten the impression that the Amazon Princess was a hardened warrior, a straight to the point, never sugar-coating business-type whom wouldn't spend the time to compliment another. He would really have to make a note of it to double-check his sources. He made a gesture with his head to start following him as he casually floated in a random direction. In many ways, it was like the super-powered version of a walk through Centennial Park.
"Believe me, Princess, you'll find that there are plenty of individuals far more impressive than I. We have brilliant men and women who everyday come closer to devising a cure for cancer, cracking the human genome, solving the issue of world-hunger. Me? I'm just the brawn that keeps the bad people from harming the good people." The two soared over beautifully sculpted temples of old, cathedrals, amphitheaters, it was architecture at its finest. There was something about Wonderwoman, Superman found. It was the way that the light of the sun reflected off of her skin, a sort of sheen to it. It was as if her body itself was carved out of the very same marble that the temples were crafted from. He quickly shook this thought out of his head, wanting to question why it had tickled his brain in the first place.
"Well," The moment she began to speak, she dove downwards at a faster speed, spinning through the air like a graceful dove and looking back at him with a smile, "I guess it's reassuring to know an honest heart is beneath all of that muscle." The picturesque beauty then extended her slender arms straight out in front of her and shot off in a burst of air. It was becoming apparent that that warrior streak inside of her wanted to have a little competition, for entertainment's sake.
"So it's a race you want, huh?" Superman's mouth gave a small curve upwards; he folded his arms against his body and took off right after her.
Time had passed as it always did. The afternoon had become late afternoon/early evening, and the sun was beginning its venture behind the mountainous horizon. Two beings of immense power had streaked across the slowly becoming dusky sky, before halting right in the middle of a clear patch.
"Time's kind of passed, hasn't it?" Superman spoke with almost a touch of embarrassment; it would not be hard to believe that a man such as him would have many tasks to do in a day. How much time had been wasted simply flying around with the Amazon?
"Time tends not to show mercy to any mortals…"
"It was a fine afternoon," He replied, "It was nice to be just casually flying for once. When you're speeding to so many disasters, you kind of don't have the time to stop and enjoy the sensation." His words were deep for a being that lived in man's world, showcasing further potential for the people, if there were any marginally as kind as him.
"For me it seems that I've spent my first week here in crammed oval offices, filling out papers and addressing large audiences. Our little crisis today reminded me of the more important duties I have still to fulfill." Superman turned to look upon her fully.
"Don't say that, Princess. Certainly there are different methods to good deeds, but you cannot necessarily scale one over another. After all, you are attempting to stretch words of peace across the world, and you are doing this without raising a single fist. I would deem that of the highest importance." She smiled at him, one of those Tic-Tac commercial smiles, not that she'd have any idea what a Tic-Tac was.
"Please, I grew tired of the title on Themyscira. You can drop the formalities, it is Diana that you may refer to me as." He was taken aback slightly, a man of such chivalry must have been confused referring to nobility as his equal. He obliged nevertheless however.
"Um… alright. It has been a pleasure to meet you, Diana. However I really must do the follow-up on our terrorist friends while they're confined to the hospital." He held out his hand to her. She took it in hers, a strong handshake from the both of them.
"The pleasure has been all mine Super-… Rather strange to call you that when you know my real name. Is there anything else I may call you by-." Though their hands remain linked, Superman suddenly became slightly detached from her. His head turned in the direction behind him, staring off into a seeming calm red sky.
"Superman?" She pulled him back to the present time, him quickly regaining his composure and adopting a serious expression on his face.
"Capsized tanker in the Mediterranean, no one is responding to their distress call. I really have to…"
"Go." Their fingers parted and she gave him a reassuring nod, "Truly, you must be one of the busiest men on this Earth." He grinned at her.
"It's a living." And with the slightest wave goodbye, he took off in a blue and red streak, disappearing into the distance almost instantly.
"Good…luck…?" Though he undoubtedly had the ability to hear her, she contemplated whether or not he was listening, rather paying his full attention to the people in distress. Furthermore, the fact that she could have provided him assistance, and the thought never crossing her mind simply threw her into a tussle of confusion.
"Men, always running in machismo, self-assured that they do not require any help from a woman." But Superman was not like the common man; that much she could stake a claim on. Besides the obvious difference of power… there was something… genuine about him.
"Not even a month in man's world and you already have your thoughts clouded by one of them? Think straighter Diana, you are on an important mission, there is no time to get side-tracked." She flew a ways westward, planning to call it all a night, but took one more spare moment to look off in the direction he had left.
"Probably won't get the chance to see him again anyway." There was a world full of men that she could meet and talk with, somewhere among the millions that had to be another Superman; or was there? Giving her head one final shake she shot off like a human-sized bullet and vanished to all mortal eyes.
The term "Greek Hospitality" was never coined in the first place because not such a thing ever existed. At least that was the point of view from Damon Theodore as he lay strapped down to a hospital bed. Every hour or so, the manly part of his personality would take over, his muscles would tense and he'd attempt to break free from his bonds. Though once the straps began to dig into his skin and draw blood, the thought became significantly weaker at each resistance. Then the nurses would come in, attempting to shovel down his throat the abysmal slop passing for food, and turn pale at the sight of the blood around his wrists. He would grin at them, his teeth crooked and a golden-brown, his eyes like an animal's. Deep within him he could feel nothing but hatred and failure however.
"Shooting fish in a barrel as the expression goes. Countless handfuls of government delegates and innocent lives all there to be sacrificed for the just cause…" Strangely enough, Damon had no idea what exactly the "just cause" really was. But he was motivated, in mind, body and spirit to perform the actions that he did, just as his brothers were. He was not sure where they were exactly, probably kept in separate rooms to prevent any conspiracies and attempt to weaken them. The authority should have simply eliminated the middleman and transported Damon and his brothers to prison, being in this hospital was futile. None of them had been through any extreme physical trauma, the Superman and Amazon Princess had been rather delicate in their body handling. Though the terrorist assumed that they would be interrogated soon, prodded to confess their motives, reasons, and maybe even finger anyone else that is involved in the operations. The police would get nothing, for Damon knew absolutely nothing. He knew not his brothers, only the fact that they WERE his brothers. He knew not why he hi-jacked the war plane, he knew not why he attacked the Ambassador of Themyscira and he knew not why he hated all those standing in his way so much. What he knew was that he was doing everything instructed, and that he was being watched over. Yes, whenever Damon thought too much into the actions he was performing, a pulsing red symbol appeared before him. It was alive, staring down upon him menacingly, it's glare tearing right through him, reassuring he was doing right, and asserting its authority over his worthless mortal life.
"I am safe when the Spear watches over me." Damon was absolutely alone in his room, but he still chose not to vocalize his more private thoughts, "I and all my brothers are guarded by the Spear."
Uuuuuuurk the rusted hinges on his door made an awkward whine as they were gently pushed open. Damon swiveled his eyes rather than turning his entire head to look, figuring it to be another nurse or orderly. But he was mistaken, for it was a tall, broad-shouldered gentleman that came through the door. Gentleman was really the best word to describe this man Damon had never met before. He couldn't have been a doctor; instead of a lab coat he sported the finest in silk suits, probably Armani or some big brand thing that Damon didn't have a clue about. He wore a fedora over his head that was angled in such a way so as to cast a shadow over the majority of his face. All he could really make out was an impressively square jaw and bleached white smile, not a single fault anywhere in those features.
"Greetings Damon." His voice was sharp and crisp, maybe a slight accent to it, it was the kind of voice that belonged to a man with millions in his pocket.
"How do you know me?" For the first time, Damon spoke; his voice had a gravelly sound to it. The man gave a light chuckle of amusement.
"Why Damon, we are of the same brotherhood. I am no stranger, but rather a friend." He eyed this nicely dressed man suspiciously from hat to fine black shoes. His hands were folded one over the other in front of him, completely relaxed, non-aggressive in nature.
"I'm afraid I have no idea what you're talking about." He turned himself away as best he could despite the bonds on his wrist.
"Why surely you know I'm speaking on behalf of the Spear, Damon." The word sparked all the trust needed inside of Damon. For the Spear if anything was secret, only a brother could truly know of its existence; that much was certain. He turned excitedly, for this man before him was obviously his savior. His peril was recognized and this emissary was to set at least him free to further serve the symbol.
"I had nearly lost hope! Hurry, unbind me before one of the nurses returns!" He pulled at the bonds again, showing how he could not move free. Though he could not see the man's eyes, he knew that they were staring him down completely, analyzing him. Rather than coming to Damon's aide, the dressed man actually chuckled once more.
"Oh, poor ignorant Damon. When did I ever allude to the idea that I was going to set you free?" Each word hit him like a bullet, his eyes widening and his bowel movements feeling like they were ready to be set free.
"B-but you are my brother-AUCK!" The gentleman's hand flew up faster than Damon's eye could follow. There was simply a blur of motion, and then a steel grip wrapped around his throat, constricting it. The man's concealed face inched closer to his. His breath was abnormally warm; it felt almost as though there was actual fire erupting from his lips.
"I am not your brother. Do not even consider placing me on the equal plain of such an incompetent child of a man." The grip closed even tighter and Damon's eyes seemingly bulged out a little.
"W-w-why are you doing this?" The words came out in a choked wheeze.
"Because you failed Damon, you and those who assisted you. Your task was so unbelievably simple. You were to cause mayhem, chaos, kill Princess Diana and any other casualties you saw fit. And what happened? You were detained by the very same person you were ordered to kill." Upon the word, "kill", Damon had lost vision in his left eye, his oxygen becoming increasingly sparse.
"I-it was not m-my fault! There was a-another! Another to help the Princess!"
"You think I am not aware of that?! I see it all! Your excuses mean nothing to me you pathetic waste of existence!" His words now came out with a hiss; he was losing the humanity to his voice.
"UNHAND ME!" Damon bellowed out, pushed past his limit, "I AM A SON OF THE SPEAR! YOU ATTACK ME WHILE I AM RESTRAINED YOU COWARD-AUUUUGGGGH!" His scream was almost blood curdling; his wrists erupting into such an excruciating sensation unlike he had ever felt before.
"Be careful the words you use against me, boy. I have control over all pain, as you may have already noticed…" Blood must have been oozing rivers out of his wrapped arms, his entire body writhed as thousands of invisible needles were driving into his skin and nerves, he could not control himself.
"W-who…" He tried to fight his words out between wails, "Who are you?" The pain suddenly stopped, the agonizing hell had ceased if only momentarily. Furthermore the grip around his throat had vanished and he was now taking in large helpings of air. The man remained though, casting a shadow seemingly over the entire room. He brought his mouth up to Damon's ears and spoke his last words.
"I am the Spear. And you are nothing but an empty shell now." The gentleman than drove his thumb into Damon's forehead, everything turned red as his inhuman wail echoed through every wing of the hospital. By the time the attending nurse had made her way to the source of the sound, her knees buckled and she collapsed into a faint. There had been no signs of anyone else ever being in the room besides the patient. Damon lay on his bed, pupils completely gone, and red blood oozing from the center of his forehead all down and around his entire body.
Thick walls of steel that reached ten feet underground, tanks situated on the outer walls and men armed to the teeth on the inner walls, the Greek Embassy was Wonder Woman's temporary residence so long as she was operating in man's world. Generally, there was a long and daunting authorization process for anyone attempting to enter the embassy, but such rules didn't really apply to an individual who could simply fly over the obstacles. Wonder Woman looked down, sighing at the extreme measures taken for her protection.
"It really speaks highly of my peace campaign, to see these war machines I am surrounded by. I'm not trying to scare the people into peace…" As disgusting as it was, this was how man operated, and forcing her ways upon them was not a good way to make first impressions in a political campaign. Towards the East Wing of the building she could see her window left open, the delicate white drapes blowing with the wind. Whether familiar with her or not, Diana was still royalty, and the Embassy did its best to meet her assumed tastes. She'd always said that it was not necessary, during battle she had slept in mud and grime, canopy beds and ice buckets of fine wines were ridiculous incentives. And if they were also trying to match the beauty of Themyscira, it really paled in comparison. She descended feet first towards the window, the darkened night changing into the shimmering lights from the gold chandelier in the center of the ceiling.
"Princess Diana! Glad to see that you've finally arrived!" Wonder Woman groaned internally but kept a warm expression planted on her face. Waiting in her room for Hera knows how long was Priscilla Rich. She basically acted as a sort of "campaign manager/publicist" for Diana, and furthermore was a one-woman army in that respect. She kept a clipboard busting with papers, a sea of letters running across all of them. Her blackberry scheduled a thousand things, Priscilla basically tackled everything necessary, and was a key part in making the Princess look as good as she did to the populace.
"Ah Priscilla, I'm sorry if I kept you waiting." Diana tried to apologize, but she was halted instantly.
"No apologies, Princess. You have a life of your own to live; my job is to stay on the sidelines until you can make the time. She grabbed a pen that had been planted in her hair and began to go through some notes on her clipboard. Priscilla was by all rights a gorgeous woman, but always hid that beauty under professional attire, for that Diana respected her. Her blonde hair was always cropped up in a bun, while a pair of thin circular glasses rested on the bridge of her nose. Her skin was of a fair complexion, while she was clearly both manicured and pedicured. Above all, her eyes had this rare jade tinge to them that saw into you. Unfortunately, these attractive features were rarely noticed when you stood behind someone like Princess Diana of Themyscira.
"Any word on the public reaction after that attack today?" Diana went to her dresser drawer, sitting on a red-cushioned chair and relaxing for a short moment. It seemed that Priscilla was over shoulder almost instantly.
"Are you kidding? They're eating you up, Princess!"
"Priscilla, we've been over this, call me Diana-."
"They love you! Especially the females, you are screaming women power! First off, the Q/A session was a gold mine; you answered everything beautifully. Suddenly out of nowhere come the jets and the missiles and you show them what you really feel about war! What went off today was this showing power and grace that dazzled the audience. And boy, when Superman showed up to help you, let's say that sure didn't affect the public view in a negative way!" At the mention of his name, Diana began to visualize the red cape soaring across the skies right in her mirror, majestic and free.
"By the way…" Priscilla's words forced the cape to transform back into Diana's own reflection. She turned around to face her publicist whom seemed to have the most aching question on her mind.
"About you two kind of taking off into the sky like that. Something…happen…?"
"What? No! No!" Were she not trained as a warrior with a hardened face, she may have very well blushed at that moment, Priscilla was certain.
"Superman and I just had a casual conversation, nearly a debate of opinion you could say. I hardly learned anything about him." Diana seemed to randomly grab a comb and start to run it through her already smoothened hair.
"Nice guy?" Priscilla chewed on the end of her pen, as she often did when probing people.
"Upon first impression at least," she had another thought, "Priscilla, there isn't going to be something about Superman and I in these tabloids that your countries have, is there?" Priscilla's smile flat-lined.
"Oh, no! Not at all! At least as far as I've been able to prevent." Diana had complete faith in her.
"Good," She turned back to the mirror, "Last thing I need is some false allegations of myself and a man to deter away from my mission." She proclaimed.
"Well…" Diana cocked an eyebrow as Priscilla began what seemed to be a rationalization, "What you have to learn about our society is that people LOVE celebrity couples. And realistically… you and Big Blue are BOTH pillars of justice and hope and what not… If anything I would think that it would help-."
"Out of the question, Priscilla." Diana would not hear anymore of it. She sheer idea was absolutely ridiculous. She had no interest in man whatsoever, whether he be super or not.
"Besides," she continued, "I probably won't even see him again. I've got many places to visit, more questions to be answered. He'll be off averting some global disaster on the other side of the planet. So enough of that." Wonderwoman got out of her seat and stood to her full statuesque beauty.
"I cannot recall where my next press conference is tomorrow. Do you mind, Priscilla?"
"Oh of course not! Part of my job after all!" She turned to her blackberry, punching a few buttons, various glowing screens popping up; Diana would never get this technology.
"Ah here we go," Priscilla's eyes lit up when she came across the appointed location, "Tomorrow's conference takes place in none other than the City of Tomorrow, Metropolis."
