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The Secret Life of Wonder Woman	By : serious Category: DC Verse Comics > Wonder Woman Views: 18559 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Ember
- 2-Help
- 3-Blind
- 4-Girlfriend
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From the first moment she heard, Io had felt heartsick and foolish in equal measure. Diana was in pain… so what? She’d been hurt before. But nonetheless, Io felt a pang in her heart that rattled through her. She ran for the portal, arrived just in time for Diana to send her away again. Diana, blinded, her brilliant blue eyes murked gray. Io wondered briefly if it had something to do with Diana not wanting to be seen hurt… she must’ve known how it pained them to see her that way… before Artemis started demanding answers. The girl, Cassie, tried to explain, but it fell on deaf ears. All Io could think about was how it must’ve hurt.
There was a TV in one of the break rooms. That’s where most of the aides had seen it. Some were still crying. The new one, Jonah, rewound the Tivo and played it back.
The first thought Io had was that it was a mistake. A deception. A false image, as their foes had sent against the Amazons time and time again. Eris or Circe or Dr. Psycho, playing one of their sick games with poor, sweet Diana. But that was Diana, Io would recognize her form and her movements anywhere, and that was Medousa fighting her. Despite the awful sight preceding it, Io had to admit to a very Unamazonian glee at seeing the monster decapitated.
“Peter?” Jonah was saying, when the tape ended and Io realized there was a world outside the confines of the screen. “Oh, Jesus, Peter, you shouldn’t watch that.”
Io turned. Peter Garibaldi, Diana’s publicist, was seated somewhere near the back of the wall. He’d seemed to have… shrunk, somehow, to take up as little room as possible. Io wouldn’t have been able to notice him, only there was something magnetic about such suffering. It stung at your world.
“The bitch is dead?” Peter said. “She’s not coming back? Because some of them come back and…”
Jonah wrapped his arms around Peter, helped him to his feet. “Don’t worry about it, okay? Bobby needs you right now.”
“Can’t… can’t look at him…”
“Peter, please.”
“Play it again. I wanna see it again.”
Io ran out the door. Sometime, her heart stopped pounding. Sometime, she noticed the destruction Medousa had wrought on the embassy, the cordoned-off areas and the plastic sheeting that hung over the tears in the wall like peeling skin. The mission, Diana, all of it, all scourged because of some petty, ridiculous feud between the gods…
They’re supposed to be better than this Io thought to herself, watching as Jonah led Peter out of the break room. We’re supposed to be better than this.
She went to check up on Diana. Her princess… her ambassador, godsdamnit, she had to stop thinking of her like that… was awake, but huddled atop the covers of her bed like one still asleep. Io combed her hair down with her fingers before realizing how foolish she was being. As if Diana would care, even if she could see.
“Io? Is that—“
“It’s me,” Io said. She’d never heard Diana sound so… small. Diminished, in some way, as if Medousa had drained something from everyone she touched.
“I thought so. I’m getting good at distinguishing heartbeats. Kal was right, they are like fingerprints… yours is very strong.”
“Thank you, princess, but no stronger than others.”
Diana cocked her head. “Faster, now. Do I make you nervous?”
“No, prin—ambassador… not that you don’t have it in you to make one nervous, of course…”
“Stop, Io. Just sit.”
Io sat.
“Martin Garibaldi was sacrificed by the gods. By Artemis.” And slowly, her voice mounting to its familiar fervor, Diana explained everything. Io had heard the legends, of course, but to hear of it not as history was… terrifying. Earth-shattering. “And so, all that was because Artemis was offended that someone was making love in her temple. Aren’t we supposed to encourage love? That was part of our mission, and yet…” Diana’s teeth set. “I tire, I so tire, of those who do one thing and say another. That’s what I love about you, Io.” Diana softened. “You always say what you mean.”
“Yes, well, I suppose…” Io hid her callused hands behind her back. Diana’s hands, held plaintively outward, were soft as satin. “The gods have always worked in mysterious ways.”
“It’s enough to make one hate diplomacy. All this posturing and veiled intentions and moving others around as pawns… it makes me long for the violence of a straightforward fight.”
“You don’t mean that,” Io said, propelled out of her chair.
“Horrible, isn’t it? But true. There are times I wish the gods had one throat and I…” Tears were filling her misted eyes. “So, I can still cry. Of course.” A tear curved down her cheek and dripped off her jaw. “Of anger, not sorrow. If they were sorrow, I’d never be able to stop.”
Drawing a bit closer, as if to a skittish animal… Io wondered if Diana could sense her. Certainly, Diana gasped when Io touched her, her rough fingers gentle as they could be, wiping the tears from Diana’s eyes.
“I’ll need a blindfold,” Diana said. “Without it, all they would be able to see would be my weakness.”
Io immediately ripped some of the leather from her smock and tied it around Diana’s eyes. Diana hummed in approval.
“It will do for now. Take me to Peter Garibaldi. I need to explain to him…”
“You don’t have to.”
Diana looked at Io sharply. Despite her lack of eyes, Io still shrank before that gaze.
“Martin Garibaldi died so that millions could live. Peter should know that much, at least.”
Io followed after Diana as they walked toward the break room. When they took a flight of stairs down, Io took Diana’s hand to guide her. Even though Diana didn’t need it. Even though Io’s fingers were callused and rough. And Diana didn’t let go, even after they had left the stairs.
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