Fury
Diana watches Batman sit the unconscious bus driver against the fire truck. He turns, just as she lands beside him, and stumbles forward. Diana catches him when he pitches forward. She lowers him to the ground, calling, "Batman!"
She sees his face, sees that he is afflicted with the plague that has engulfed Man's World. Something inside her twists painfully.
One of the emergency workers rushes to assist her. "This isn't good," Diana hears her mutter.
Diana nods, and contacts the Watchtower. She tightens her grip on her teammate.
She will stop Aresia. She will save him, all of them.
"Poor Aresia. May the gods grant her peace at last."
Hippolyta's gaze turns to Diana. She looks well enough, unchanged since their last meeting. Hippolyta winces. Her decision to exile Diana still weighs upon her.
"We must find a cure," Diana says. "Aresia is gone. I will not allow her to take our friends with her."
Hippolyta watches her daughter work, seemingly confident, but she sees the worry in her eyes. Worry for her friends, the male heroes.
Perhaps things were changing in Man's World, Hippolyta thinks hesitantly. Perhaps Heracles' shadow was fading. Perhaps there again existed men like Hector.
"I definitely could have taught that bad babe a thing or two about guys. Too bad we never met."
Bruce rolls his eyes at Flash's juvenile behavior. Honestly, he thinks that if Flash and Aresia had met, the Amazon woman would have been that much more determined to carry out her plan.
He watches Diana exchange a glance with Hawkgirl, and then turn back to Flash. "Maybe it's just as well," she says weakly. Hawkgirl rolls her eyes.
He doesn't show it, but Bruce wants to laugh. The women's expressions are amusing.
Welcome to Flash's world, ladies. Fun, isn't it?
