Author's Note: Sorry for a long update time and a short chapter, but I figured something was better than nothing. Happy holidays to you all!
I sighed and ran a hand through my hair.
How could this happen? How did the Princess of the Amazon Warriors get captured and forced to play prisoner to a madman? A cough beside me told me the reason—Dana. For some reason—be it good or bad—I felt a connection to this girl. It went beyond the mere fact that she was my sister and whatever it was told me to stand by this girl, no matter what.
"Diana," Dana looked sad, but determined and as I met her gaze, I could see she had something up her sleeve. "Look." She held in hands the hair band that had done her hair. Smiling mischievously, she showed me a little bat insignia on it.
"What is—?" I began to ask, but she held up her finger in front of her mouth and told me to remain quiet. Swiftly, she had pressed the bat symbol and it glowed red.
"This was Terry's birthday present to me," She explained simply. "And while I had his tracker disabled before, it'll probably come in handy now." I grinned and patted her head. Goddesses bless this smart child!
"Heya!" We jumped and faced Harley Quinn who was smirking. "Mistah J wants tah see Missy Dana." She opened the cell and pulled Dana out. I thought about fighting her, but before I could react a gun was once again pressed to Dana's head.
"Diana!" Dana exclaimed and I tried to exude some aura of calm to try and relax her.
"Now, now," Harley told us. "This is just a precaution case Wonder Woman tries something funny!" Slowly, she backed away from the cell and then shut the door. Dana frantically mouthed the words "hair band" and I nodded. I would hold onto this with my life.
Dana vanished and I tried to suppress the worry bubbling up inside of me. It was going to be ok. We would all get through this. And yet, Dana still had that horrible head injury and what did Joker want with her?
Silently praying to Hera to keep us safe, I stared down at the little hair band. This could be our only hope of getting out of this mess alive. I hated feeling dependant on others, preferring to instead find my own way out of tough situations, but now I was glad.
Help was coming. I just hoped it would come in time.
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