One of Diana's favorite things to do on Themiscerya was taking a swim in the ocean late at night. With only the moon and the stars to light her way though the village, she decided to allow herself this pleasure one final time. When she was done, she wrapped a towel around her body and walked back to the palace. Normally, she would not be doing this with her friends around, but she figured at this time of night, everyone would be asleep.
Diana entered her room and lit a candle. Batman was sitting in a chair, waiting for her return. "I still say you're just checking up on me." Diana smirked. "You know what's causing this already, don't you?" Batman asked. "Afraid someone's going to beat you to it?" Diana smiled. She realized the serious expression on Batman's face and remarked again with the same attitude. "I have my suspicions." Diana assured him. Batman nodded. "Nice towel by the way." Diana blushed as her friend exited the room. Diana shut the door behind him and then turned her attention to the mirror on top of her dresser. She picked up her brushed and began gently stroking her hair. When she placed the brush back on the dresser she realized an object that had not been there before. Slowly she picked up a single black rose that was laying by her brush. Diana brought it up to her face and slid the pedals across her lips. She closed her eyes and then stared into the mirror once more. She gazed into her own eyes while she thought out loud. "Suspicion confirmed," She let her stare deepen. "We're in trouble."
Diana entered her room and lit a candle. Batman was sitting in a chair, waiting for her return. "I still say you're just checking up on me." Diana smirked. "You know what's causing this already, don't you?" Batman asked. "Afraid someone's going to beat you to it?" Diana smiled. She realized the serious expression on Batman's face and remarked again with the same attitude. "I have my suspicions." Diana assured him. Batman nodded. "Nice towel by the way." Diana blushed as her friend exited the room. Diana shut the door behind him and then turned her attention to the mirror on top of her dresser. She picked up her brushed and began gently stroking her hair. When she placed the brush back on the dresser she realized an object that had not been there before. Slowly she picked up a single black rose that was laying by her brush. Diana brought it up to her face and slid the pedals across her lips. She closed her eyes and then stared into the mirror once more. She gazed into her own eyes while she thought out loud. "Suspicion confirmed," She let her stare deepen. "We're in trouble."